Laura Lee Guhrke
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"Beautiful and headstrong American heiress Margaret van Alden is determined to marry for love. Why, then, does her heart beat faster at the sight of Trevor St. James, an unsentimental rake if ever there was one? ""Funny and wrenching, heartwarming and emotional. . . can't fail to make you laugh and cry."" --Patricia Gaffney on ""Conor's Way""Laura Lee Guhrke combines a strong plot with wonderful characters in this historically accurate and appealing romance set in nineteenth-century Europe.
sensation. He shot himself, didn't he?" Margaret wondered if that fact might deter her father and Cornelia from the possibility of Ashton as a potential husband. "Could there be some insanity in the family?" she asked hope- fully. "Nonsense!" That emphatic answer dashed Margaret's hopes for an easy excuse. "The late earl shot himself because he couldn't pay his debts. Simple as that. A rather stupid man, a bit of a coward, but he was sane enough." She paused, then said, "I remember Geoffrey and
if her control were being eroded away in tiny increments, and she wondered if there would come a time when she would surrender to him. She shook off her uncertainties and told herself not to be silly. Someday she would meet the right man, a man who would not only desire her, but also love her. Until then, she intended to have fun. And if Trevor thought that his kisses, wonderful as they were, would keep her from embarking on an exciting adventure like the Royale, he was mistaken. "St. James did
of her actions made his insides twist with dread, especially when he thought of what would happen if her father found out. With an effort, he pushed aside that unpleasant possibility and returned his attention to the cards in his hand. He saw the possibility of a flush and, when his turn came, he tossed away his one useless card. "I'll take one." It was another club, exactly what he needed, but Trevor was too furious to feel any elation. All he wanted was to get her out of there. When he had
her, puzzled. "What do you mean?" Cornelia took a deep breath. "I mean, my darling, that there are men in the world who do not possess your good heart and honorable intentions. Men who, given the opportunity your friend has been given, would take advantage of a young, innocent woman." Edward stared at her, clearly astonished. "Trevor would never do that." "How do you know?" "He gave us his word of honor." Cornelia studied her husband's boyishly handsome face. She loved Edward, she really
manipulative, lying bastard." She lifted her hand to strike again, but he caught her wrist. A glitter of danger flickered in his blue eyes, the only indication he felt anything at all. But his voice was surprisingly gentle. "I never lied to you." Outraged that he had the gall to say that after everything she'd overheard, Margaret jerked free of his hold and took a step back. "You deliberately developed an acquaintance with me because you wanted my money. Do you deny it?" "No. And you knew it