Not ashamed to show his emotion, Raeburn pressed a kiss to his bride’s temple while his fingertip glided down Anais’s rose-flushed cheek. Anais was smiling and blushing as Raeburn whispered something in her ear. Charlotte Featherstone writes erotic historical romance, and historical romance for Harlequin Spice, and. To look upon such a miraculous thing and know that it was never to be yours was the cruellest torture Jane thought she had ever endured.Looking around the table at the guests seated for the wedding breakfast, Jane’s gaze strayed once more to the happy couple who were seated across from her. About the Book Bored and jaded, Matthew is as wellknown for his coldness as for his licentious affairs with beautiful women. She had never known love, let alone the kind that Anais shared with Raeburn. love….Pain, regret, jealousy filled her soul. She was happy for Anais’s joy, Jane reminded herself, but the faint taste of bitterness stung her tongue all the same.What would it be like, Jane wondered, to have such a man standing before you, his eyes damp with emotion, his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see? The expression that Lord Raeburn’s handsome face had worn when he saw Anais walking down the aisle with her father simply stole Jane’s breath.
Once or twice, Jane felt the stinging warmth of tears gathering behind her lashes. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
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