Blurb:
Warm-hearted Honor Adversane struggles with the dilemma of falling in love with the two men she’s always looked on as surrogate brothers and is devastated at the thought of hurting either of them.
Life-long friends, Viscount Charles Vidal, and Devlin, Lord Beaumont, both love the same woman. Between them they devise a plan to save Honor Adversane the heartache of choosing between them.
When Honor finds out what they have done, will she accept one of them as her husband, or settle for a marriage of convenience?
Excerpt:
“My dance, I believe.” Vidal bowed, his smile more formal than relaxed, and Honor’s anticipation flipped over to trepidation. She glanced from Vidal to Devlin but failed to interpret the fleeting look that passed between them.
“Come.” Vidal tugged gently on her hand and guided her onto the dance floor. Fewer couples stood up for the waltz but enough for Vidal to guide Honor into the centre of the couples waiting for the music to begin, and away from the eyes of the chaperones and usual biddies that enjoyed such occasions to engage in and exchange the latest
tittle-tattle.
The firm clasp of Vidal’s arm around her waist shot sparks of heat up her spine and into her face. The lack of the required distance between dance partners didn’t seem to bother Vidal, so Honor leaned in against his hard chest, then suppressed a gasp when he pulled her right up against his full length. Hardness and strength radiated from him, and yet his arms offered safety and gentleness. She looked into his face ready to chastise him for being so forward when she noticed the tightness around his mouth, the pallor of his face and the darkness in his eyes.
He held her steady when her steps faltered and rested his brow against hers. Vidal’s continuing silence added to her alarm.
“What is it Charles, what is wrong? Are you well? Shall we sit down?” She tried to pull away, to see him more fully, but he tightened his hold on her.
“I asked you to dance this waltz with me, Honor, because I have something to say to
you.”
Warm-hearted Honor Adversane struggles with the dilemma of falling in love with the two men she’s always looked on as surrogate brothers and is devastated at the thought of hurting either of them.
Life-long friends, Viscount Charles Vidal, and Devlin, Lord Beaumont, both love the same woman. Between them they devise a plan to save Honor Adversane the heartache of choosing between them.
When Honor finds out what they have done, will she accept one of them as her husband, or settle for a marriage of convenience?
Excerpt:
“My dance, I believe.” Vidal bowed, his smile more formal than relaxed, and Honor’s anticipation flipped over to trepidation. She glanced from Vidal to Devlin but failed to interpret the fleeting look that passed between them.
“Come.” Vidal tugged gently on her hand and guided her onto the dance floor. Fewer couples stood up for the waltz but enough for Vidal to guide Honor into the centre of the couples waiting for the music to begin, and away from the eyes of the chaperones and usual biddies that enjoyed such occasions to engage in and exchange the latest
tittle-tattle.
The firm clasp of Vidal’s arm around her waist shot sparks of heat up her spine and into her face. The lack of the required distance between dance partners didn’t seem to bother Vidal, so Honor leaned in against his hard chest, then suppressed a gasp when he pulled her right up against his full length. Hardness and strength radiated from him, and yet his arms offered safety and gentleness. She looked into his face ready to chastise him for being so forward when she noticed the tightness around his mouth, the pallor of his face and the darkness in his eyes.
He held her steady when her steps faltered and rested his brow against hers. Vidal’s continuing silence added to her alarm.
“What is it Charles, what is wrong? Are you well? Shall we sit down?” She tried to pull away, to see him more fully, but he tightened his hold on her.
“I asked you to dance this waltz with me, Honor, because I have something to say to
you.”