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Authors: Jessie Bennett
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, series, Friendship, 19th century, Inspirational, Bachelor, Rogue, Betrayal, Forever Love, Single Woman, Clean & Wholesome, Faces of Love, Tragic Secret
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both my hands. The warmth his hands brought shot up my arms and heated my cheeks. “Julia, I know you know that I care for you deeply. I am not entirely sure if you feel the same. We are good friends though, you and I. I could make you very happy, and you would have a good life. I know you would make me happy too.”
I had to admit that I loved the look of him as he rambled on nervously. I raised one of my hands to his cheek and brushed it softly. He stopped his ramblings and looked into my eyes. I did my best to show all the love that had grown inside me over the last year.
James may have swayed me for a moment with all his passion. Henry had spent the time to conquer my heart, to show me the consistency of his affection through his actions.
“How about you just spit it out,” I said with a bit of a giggle.
He laughed, looking up at me. He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and breathing in my scent. Opening his eyes again, he looked back at me with matched sincerity. “Lady Julia Summers, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
Tears were brimming in my eyes, threatening to spill. “There is nothing in this world that would make me happier.”
He lifted my hand off his cheek and delicately kissed my palm. He hesitated for a minute before brushing my cheek in return. I could see he was still wary in believing that I had affection for him in return. I wanted to show him that I did. I leaned into his forehead and softly kissed him on the lips.
I pulled back nervously. I had never been so forward before.
He erupted in a huge smile. “You are quite the minx, aren’t you,” he said as he came to sit beside me, pulling me into his embrace.
Before I could fake hurt at his joke, his lips came down on mine again. His touch was soft at first. It sent tingles across my lips and down my body. I leaned in, wanting more of him. He happily gave me my desire.
Finally, he pulled away from me. Both of us were breathing heavy. He leaned his forehead against mine again as he tightened his arms around me. “Well, there is only one thing to decide now,” he said with his lips brushing mine.
“Mmmm?” I half asked, half moaned at the sensation of his touch.
He looked into my eyes seriously, sobering me for a minute. He gave a small laugh, unable to maintain his serious face. “What shall we name your horse?”
END OF BOOK 2
A BRAZEN LADY AND THE SHUNNED DUKE - SERIES #3
TEASER CHAPTERS
CHAPTER 1
DINNER FIRST
* * *
I sat quietly sipping my soup, unsure of my new situation. It was the first night in the home of my oldest brother, the Duke of Bellingham, and his wife. He was more than fifteen years my senior in life. Not only was he much older than myself, but he was also a product of my mother’s first marriage, when she had been Lady Bellingham. Her first husband died shortly after the birth of my second and beloved brother Henry Fitzwilliam. Soon my mother remarried to my father. He wasn’t titled, but he was a prominent merchant and highly respected by the community.
As much as my mother loved my father, she had been raised a lady of the ton. I, on the other hand, was without title. This had never sat well with her. I had been privileged to attend several seasons in London and had made the acquaintance of several members of peerage, but Mother would never be settled until I married into a title too. In her mind, it was the birthright I was denied simply because women were unable to pass along their titles.
Therefore, in her efforts to rectify the situation, she sent me to live with my eldest brother. She hoped that his association and connections would find me a suitable match. I had a feeling that the hefty dowry that went along with me was also an enticing attachment.
I had no desire to marry someone for their title. It meant nothing to me. I certainly didn’t want someone marrying me for my money. Apparently, I had very little say in the matter, as I was shipped off to live the season in my
I had to admit that I loved the look of him as he rambled on nervously. I raised one of my hands to his cheek and brushed it softly. He stopped his ramblings and looked into my eyes. I did my best to show all the love that had grown inside me over the last year.
James may have swayed me for a moment with all his passion. Henry had spent the time to conquer my heart, to show me the consistency of his affection through his actions.
“How about you just spit it out,” I said with a bit of a giggle.
He laughed, looking up at me. He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and breathing in my scent. Opening his eyes again, he looked back at me with matched sincerity. “Lady Julia Summers, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
Tears were brimming in my eyes, threatening to spill. “There is nothing in this world that would make me happier.”
He lifted my hand off his cheek and delicately kissed my palm. He hesitated for a minute before brushing my cheek in return. I could see he was still wary in believing that I had affection for him in return. I wanted to show him that I did. I leaned into his forehead and softly kissed him on the lips.
I pulled back nervously. I had never been so forward before.
He erupted in a huge smile. “You are quite the minx, aren’t you,” he said as he came to sit beside me, pulling me into his embrace.
Before I could fake hurt at his joke, his lips came down on mine again. His touch was soft at first. It sent tingles across my lips and down my body. I leaned in, wanting more of him. He happily gave me my desire.
Finally, he pulled away from me. Both of us were breathing heavy. He leaned his forehead against mine again as he tightened his arms around me. “Well, there is only one thing to decide now,” he said with his lips brushing mine.
“Mmmm?” I half asked, half moaned at the sensation of his touch.
He looked into my eyes seriously, sobering me for a minute. He gave a small laugh, unable to maintain his serious face. “What shall we name your horse?”
END OF BOOK 2
A BRAZEN LADY AND THE SHUNNED DUKE - SERIES #3
TEASER CHAPTERS
CHAPTER 1
DINNER FIRST
* * *
I sat quietly sipping my soup, unsure of my new situation. It was the first night in the home of my oldest brother, the Duke of Bellingham, and his wife. He was more than fifteen years my senior in life. Not only was he much older than myself, but he was also a product of my mother’s first marriage, when she had been Lady Bellingham. Her first husband died shortly after the birth of my second and beloved brother Henry Fitzwilliam. Soon my mother remarried to my father. He wasn’t titled, but he was a prominent merchant and highly respected by the community.
As much as my mother loved my father, she had been raised a lady of the ton. I, on the other hand, was without title. This had never sat well with her. I had been privileged to attend several seasons in London and had made the acquaintance of several members of peerage, but Mother would never be settled until I married into a title too. In her mind, it was the birthright I was denied simply because women were unable to pass along their titles.
Therefore, in her efforts to rectify the situation, she sent me to live with my eldest brother. She hoped that his association and connections would find me a suitable match. I had a feeling that the hefty dowry that went along with me was also an enticing attachment.
I had no desire to marry someone for their title. It meant nothing to me. I certainly didn’t want someone marrying me for my money. Apparently, I had very little say in the matter, as I was shipped off to live the season in my
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