To Win A Viscount (Daughters Of Amhurst) - Plot & Excerpts
She had kissed a man. And what’s worse, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her mind should have been focused on the ride home, on her form and technique, on the mare’s nuances and quirks. But she could hardly remember the return or her safe, unseen arrival into her chambers. She had only a vague recollection of slipping out of her riding clothes and hiding under her covers before the maid knocked on the door to “wake” her for the day. The groom’s lips had consumed her every thought. Clouded her brain. For even as she sat readying for the day, her gaze flicking between the inanimate roses on her dress, to her reflection in the vanity looking glass, she was unable to concentrate on anything but the two kisses she had shared with Mr. White. Albina stared into the silvered glass as her curls were being pinned. She willed her gaze to the dark strands, to her maid’s deft fingers as they plaited and secured, but it continued to dip.
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