ISBN: 9780373305155

Miss Emma Stockton looked around Lady Jersey's filledto-overflowing ballroom. Everyone who was anyone in the ton milled about, some dancing, many talking. It was a fashionable crush. … Meer...

Miss Emma Stockton looked around Lady Jersey's filledto-overflowing ballroom. Everyone who was anyone in the ton milled about, some dancing, many talking. It was a fashionable crush. She felt Amy shift beside her. "Em, might I go to speak with Miss Julia? She's with her mother." Emma glanced in the direction her younger sister indicated. "Yes, but remember, if anyone asks you to dance, you may only do so twice and then not consecutively. And no waltzing." Amy pouted but nodded before moving away. Emma watched her headstrong sister as worry gnawed at her stomach. It seemed they went nowhere that Amy did not flaunt Society's rules. Had she thought more about it, she would have never told her not to do something. It only provoked Amy's stubborn streak into action. But it was done. She would keep a close eye on her spoilt sister. She sighed and cooled herself with a delicate ivory-andlavender silk fan that had belonged to her mother. The torpid air moved slowly. She stepped farther into the room, thinking she would get a glass of punch, when she spotted him "the Honourable Charles Hawthorne. Although in her jaundiced opinion there was nothing honourable about the man. He moved with an animal grace few men possessed. His hair, as dark as Whitby jet and just as glossy, was cut short in a Corinthian style that suited his masculinity to perfection. His broad shoulders seemed even wider than normal in the perfectly fitted black evening jacket, and his narrow hips and strong thighs could not have looked better if he padded them with sawdust. He was everything a maiden might want in a man. Too bad he was a rake of the first water. Even worse that he pursued her younger sister in a manner guaranteed to ruin Amy before she even had a chance to meet an acceptable young man. And more than anything, Amy needed to meet an eligible party. Their brother and father continued to gamble what little was left of the family wealth and to sell off land and homes as fast as others sold horseflesh in an effort to keep ahead of their debtors. Had her engagement to Lord George Hawthorne, Charles Hawthorne's older brother, ended in marriage things might be different. But that had not happened. As she looked at him, Charles Hawthorne turned to look at her as though her attention drew his. His dark eyes met hers and a frisson skittered down Emma's spine. She told herself it was apprehension. Nothing more. She stood and watched him move in her direction. Part of her wanted to turn away and run, fearing the fascination he held for her. But a stronger part wanted to confront him and tell him to leave her sister alone. Either way, by the time her feet seemed capable of moving, he was upon her. "Miss Stockton,' he drawled, making a leg that showed his physical attributes and natural grace at their best. "What a pleasure to see you here." She grimaced at him and managed to incline her head in what she hoped was a superior nod. N Fiction Fiction eBook, Harlequin<

ISBN: 9780373305155

FROM ROGUISH RAKETO HONORABLE HUSBAND! As a respectable chaperon, Emma Stockton doesn't welcome the attentions of notorious rake Charles Hawthorne. He is putting her reputation in jeopa… Meer...

FROM ROGUISH RAKETO HONORABLE HUSBAND! As a respectable chaperon, Emma Stockton doesn't welcome the attentions of notorious rake Charles Hawthorne. He is putting her reputation in jeopardy, and for her family's sake, she cannot afford to have this happen! But there is something about himand his touchthat makes her shiver with pleasure, especially once a stolen passionate kiss reveals a side she doesn't know she has. Can she make Charles change his rakish ways and become a man worthy of a lady's hand in marriage? Fiction Fiction eBook<