The Countess Misbehaves
Nan Ryan
Language: English
Pages: 196
ISBN: 1551665913
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
She was a proper lady
As the mighty ocean liner sank to its watery grave, two strangers bold savored their final moments by making passionate love. Matching the raging hurricane outside with her own white-hot abandon, Countess Madeleine Cavendish willingly surrendered herself to the devilishly handsome Creole rogue--never dreaming of a fate worse than death. Never dreaming she'd survive.
Except in his arms
Now, amidst the glitter of New Orleans society, reunited with her oh-so-proper fiancé, Madeleine tried to forget the lover who awoke her to temptation. But trying to forget a man like Armand de Chevalier is impossible. Especially since he, too, survived and is seizing every opportunity to remind her of their shared desire.
But as a treacherous web of deceit closes around her, Madeleine must turn to the one man she swore never to acknowledge again, daring to surrender to a passion that could shatter her world--or bring her its sweetest bliss...
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touched by his thoughtfulness. Most men would have already been pressing her for intimate kisses and caresses, but the blond nobleman was chivalrous. He realized fully that she was not yet well enough to be receptive to displays of passion. His unfailing kindness and astute understanding caused Madeleine to suffer even greater bouts of guilt. It would have been easier if he had behaved the impatient male and attempted to make love to her. Then she could have blamed him for being so unfeeling and
spring when she wed Lord Enfield. Her uncle had assured her that the earl was a gentleman of sterling character, well thought of and quite wealthy after more than a decade in America. Madeleine smiled in the darkness, pleased that her uncle and her fiancé were such good friends. It was important to her that her Uncle Colfax fully approve of the man she was to marry. She knew how much her bachelor uncle doted on her, loved her as if she were his own daughter. He had told her, on more than one
sorry. I looked around and couldn’t find you anywhere. I was quite worried.” “I know, I looked for you, too,” she said, wondering exactly when he had managed to spot her. Wondering if he had seen Armand kissing her. Wondering what he would say if he had. She braced herself for the worst. “Dear, this crowd has become unruly,” he said, shaking his head. “I think we should go.” He possessively took her arm. “Yes, I agree,” she said, certain by his calm demeanor that he hadn’t seen her with the
he had kept his word and had stayed away from her. But if they were present at the same party, how would he behave? How would she? She didn’t trust Armand or herself. So Madeleine was overly anxious when they arrived at the very first of the week’s many scheduled Mardi Gras soirees. The black-tie affair was at the mansion of Dr. Jean Paul Ledette and his genteel wife. The city’s monied elite had turned out in force to savor the elaborate buffet, drink chilled champagne and dance the night away.
trouble. Uncharacteristically flustered, Lady Madeleine made a misstep and almost fell. In an instant, the tall, jet-haired admirer was at her side, steadying her. The startled Countess abruptly experienced an unwanted rush of excitement when the dark stranger’s powerful right arm went around her waist and he pressed her close against his side. Awed by the granite hardness of his lean male frame, she suddenly felt very small and vulnerable. Lady Madeleine looked up with intent to thank him, but
