The Art of SeductionSimon and Schuster, 2 aug. 2002 - 354 pagini USA Today bestselling author Melanie George displays her flair for vibrant characters and witty dialogue in a sparkling, sensual romance about a duke who finds that the girl he adored is now the woman he desires. The Art of Seduction Parris Sutherland cares little for the gossip swirling about her after she is left at the altar. She is far too busy with a new project: masquerading as "Lady Scruples" and exacting justice on philandering men. If only she could resist the desire aroused by her childhood protector, Dominick Carlisle, recently returned home after eight years. As the new Duke of Wakefield, Dominick has no interest in the aristocratic duties foisted upon him. He'd rather unmask Lady Scruples -- especially if it distracts him from his long-suppressed feelings for Parris and the dreams that have haunted him since a sultry night with a mysterious girl so long ago. But when Dominick discovers that all of the women on his mind are one and the same -- Parris -- he vows to teach the minx a lesson by seducing her all the way to the altar. |
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... thought one time would be enough. But now she knew it would never be enough. Tomorrow she would tell him the truth. Then face the consequences of her actions. “That's it, sweet. Put your legs over my shoulders. Good girl.” Sweat beaded ...
... thought one time would be enough. But now she knew it would never be enough. Tomorrow she would tell him the truth. Then face the consequences of her actions. “That's it, sweet. Put your legs over my shoulders. Good girl.” Sweat beaded ...
Pagina 9
... thought he was pompous and overblown . But one day she would regret not treating him better . When he had her and her family thrown off Carlisle land , then she wouldn't be so self - righteous . Just the thought of Parris made Freddie ...
... thought he was pompous and overblown . But one day she would regret not treating him better . When he had her and her family thrown off Carlisle land , then she wouldn't be so self - righteous . Just the thought of Parris made Freddie ...
Pagina 11
... thought you— " Would ask you to be my wife ? Really , Annabelle . I had hoped you were more realistic than that . You're a mere baron's daughter , and a rather impoverished one at that . Only my brother's foolish fondness for your ...
... thought you— " Would ask you to be my wife ? Really , Annabelle . I had hoped you were more realistic than that . You're a mere baron's daughter , and a rather impoverished one at that . Only my brother's foolish fondness for your ...
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... thought of her. When he had come to confront Annabelle the day after the ball, he had prayed the incident in the garden would not be as it seemed, that the handkerchief had simply been lost. But as soon as he saw Annabelle crying out on ...
... thought of her. When he had come to confront Annabelle the day after the ball, he had prayed the incident in the garden would not be as it seemed, that the handkerchief had simply been lost. But as soon as he saw Annabelle crying out on ...
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... thought of her , and concentrated his efforts on glaring at his butler . " Hastings , a bit of advice ? " " Yes , Your Grace ? ” " It would behoove you to keep in mind that I've killed men for lesser offenses than rousing me from sleep ...
... thought of her , and concentrated his efforts on glaring at his butler . " Hastings , a bit of advice ? " " Yes , Your Grace ? ” " It would behoove you to keep in mind that I've killed men for lesser offenses than rousing me from sleep ...
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Annabelle Annabelle's arms asked Auntie Parris barmaid believe beneath bitterns bloody bodice body breasts breath Carlisle caught cheek cheroot chest close coach couldn’t cousin damn dark didn’t Dominick door duke eyes face feel felt fingers French doors gaze George FitzHugh girl glanced grabbed Grace Gwen Gwen's hadn’t hair hand Hastings heart heat hope hurt inside Jason Kerrick kiss Lady Claire Lady Scruples leaned leave lips look Lord Lord Tennyson loved Annabelle marry Mary mind moaned mother mouth murmured never night nipples nodded once Parris knew Parris wanted Parris's Perhaps Philip pushed realized returned seemed shirt shook her head shot to hell shoulder sister skirt slid smile sound stared stood stop Stratford Sutherland sweet tavern tears tell thighs thing thought told tonight took touch turned voice waiting Wakefield watched whispered woman women wondering words
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Pagina 313 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance but itself; no beauty, nor good nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard...
Pagina 285 - This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confined ; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.
Pagina 302 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Pagina 335 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Pagina 1 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Pagina 196 - Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Pagina 70 - Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — / took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. —Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken" Chapter Dreaming and the Creative Process I dream of a very tall building.