He slipped it onto her finger. “Cora Bradley, will you marry me?” He raised her hand to his lips to place a kiss to the ring. “Not the duke, but me. The man who loves you.”
Her heart was so full that she had no idea how it was able to keep beating. But it did, even as another tear slipped free. She rested her hand against his cheek, the ring shining in the sunlight.
“I wanted him to be you,” she admitted in a trembling whisper, unable to speak louder through the happiness that consumed her. “So much…” She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against his, sharing her heart’s last secret. “I love you, John. I love
Then he kissed her, finally giving her the embrace she’d craved since the night of the masquerade—the one from the man whose name she now knew, a name she couldn’t wait to take as her own.
TWO MONTHS LETTER, they went together to the tree and pinned one last note to its trunk. Then she placed the old spoon ring onto the nail, not needing it now that it had been replaced just that morning by a gold wedding band.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
As you probably realized, this novella is a Georgian adaptation of
No matter the time period or location, whether 1990s New York, 1930s Budapest, or 1800’s England, the essential lesson remains—the heart knows that the heart wants, and sometimes we only need to step out of its way to let love come.
Hello, my dear reader!
I hope you enjoyed spending time with Cora and John, because I had such a fun time writing their story. The hardest part? Figuring out how to turn the equivalent of modern-day emails into early 19th
century anonymous notes. But I think it all worked out just lovely, don’t you?If you enjoy romances with hidden identities, you might enjoy the most recent books in my award-winning Capturing the Carlisles series. The Carlisle cousins are caught up in a web of treachery and treason in HOW THE EARL ENTICES
, and the only person who can save them is a dead woman. And in WHAT A LORD WANTS, Evelyn Winslow’s need for adventure puts her into scandal—and into the arms of a notorious Italian painter, only to discover that he isn’t at all as he seems.Society balls, dashing men, adventurous heroines, treachery at nearly every turn, spicy sex, and a spot of tea…what more could you want in a Regency romance?
♥ Anna Harrington
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MUST LOVE DUKE
NOVEMBER
HEATHER SNOW
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