Can take a chance on love and claim his debutante...
THE DEBUTANTE IS MINE
Season's Original #1
Released April 12th, 2016
USA Today bestselling author Vivienne Lorret launches a new historical romance series featuring the Seasonâs Originalâa coveted title awarded by the tonâs elite to one lucky debutante...
From the Season Standard: âA true Seasonâs Original embodies the class, grace, and style of the ton. Such an honor ensures the recipient their pick of eligible suitorsâ¦â
Lilahâs Appletonâs prospects are looking dim. With one last chance to find a titled husband before sheâs forced to wed her wretched cousin, she must make this Season count. Plain, forgettable Lilah must become the Seasonâs Original. Desperate, she seeks help from the devilishly charming, untitled, and thoroughly unsuitable Jack Marlowe. All she must do now is resist the tempting rogueâ¦
Bastard son and self-made man, Jack Marlowe loathes the aristocracy. When he meets Lilah, he expects her to be like all the other greedy husband-hunters. But sheâs far more dangerous. Her alluring smiles and sharp tongue intrigue him. Before he knows it, he agrees to help her find a husband, revealing tricks to ensnare any man. The only problem is, his plan works too wellâon him.
When Lilah becomes the belle of the ball, Jack realizes he may lose her forever-unless he can take a chance on love and claim his debutante...
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USA Today bestselling author, VIVIENNE LORRET loves romance novels, her pink laptop, her husband, and her two sons (not necessarily in that order â¦ but there are days). Transforming copious amounts of tea into words, she is an Avon Impulse author of works including: Tempting Mr. Weatherstone, The Wallflower Wedding Series, The Rakes of Fallow Hall Series, The Dukeâs Christmas Wish, and the Seasonâs Original Series.
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ââSince I cannot move forward, the gentlemanly thing for you to do is to step back.â
âWhy canât you move forward?â His breath skimmed across her nape, teasing the tendrils that must have come loose earlier, when their carriage had hit the rut.
She shivered, closing her eyes. âI know very well that you do not care about my answer. All you are doing is delaying the removal of your hand from my . . .â
Sheâd said the word a moment ago. So why couldnât she say it now? Likely, because that part of her body had suddenly become the center of her world. It was now a place of intimacy and forbidden touches.
âWaist?â he supplied, moving his fingertips in such a way that it made her stomach quiverânot on the surface but someplace deeper inside.
âPerson,â she corrected, yet noticed her thready word lacked censure. She tried again. âYou really should not be touching me here.â
âIf I were assisting you into a barouche, I would have both my hands on your . . . person.â
Both of his hands on her? She tried not to imagine it. When she felt an enthralling warmth spread through her, she knew sheâd failed. âNo. I mean here, in the ballroom. If anyone should see, the result would be catastrophic for both of us.â
Her reputation would be ruined. He would be expected to marry her. They both knew, however, that he would not. His conduct indicated that he cared little for the principles of society. He didnât even like her. And more important, she reminded herself, she despised him.
âIndeed. The rules that govern your actions must be obeyed.â With those hard-edged words, he dropped his hand and stepped back.
Lilah immediately missed his warmth and hated herself for it. She turned to face him, a reprimand at the ready. âIf we didnât have rules, then society would be full of men like you who enjoy taking liberties.â
He lifted his tawny brows. âYou donât think society would be full of women taking liberties?â
She blinked, caught off guard by the question and by the very idea. Women taking liberties?
Spinning a web to decide her fate . . .
It was an unexpectedly intriguing proposition for a woman in her circumstances. Now, however, was not the time to ponder it. âI will not imagine such a thing. After all, if I were to have placed my hand on your person, then you would have removed it. Men do not wait upon politeness.â
âI wouldnât have removed your hand . . . from anywhere on my person.â He grinned, making her regret the example sheâd used. Then he spread his arms out in invitation. âPlease tell me you require proof.â
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