The Brahmin Ball (A Sweet Historical Romance Novella) (Brahmin Brides Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
The woman he’d met four years before. She’s even more beautiful than I remembered. There was no mistaking that lovely figure, the slender curve of her neck, the graceful manner in which she held herself at all times. Her full, pink lips didn’t smile—and that truly was a shame—but those sparkling blue eyes that set off her creamy cheeks and glossy chestnut hair were etched in his memory. In a room full of elegant, beautiful women, she put them all to shame. His heart pounded, surprising him with the exact same rush of emotion that he’d had when they first met. How is it possible to feel more for a woman who is essentially a stranger, than I’ve ever felt for anyone before? She’d occupied his thoughts often in the intervening years. More times than he cared to remember, he had chastised himself for his cowardice. His lack of confidence had resulted in watching other men vie for her attention—and win it—while he sat on the side, furious with himself for not acting.
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