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An ongoing collection of short stories of various types. A good easy and satisfying read in between big epic romantic sagas.
Lord James Dacre considered himself to be extremely well placed at the Hindon's dinner party, and he settled himself down in his seat at the table with a delightful feeling that circumstances were turning out well for him that evening. In the first place, he was well aware that the Hindons kept a first-rate chef, and, to use his own vernacular, "did you extremely well"; and this certainly counted for something in his feeling of beautitude.
Then he had successfully avoided two of the greatest bores in the room, one of whom was very deaf and the other exceedingly greet, and both of whom were only asked, so he surmised, because they were excellent bridge players.
Dacre had found himself let in for sitting next to them at the last two dinners he had attended that week, and he felt he realy could not put up with it again. These reasons for gratification were, however, rather negative than positive, and would not have put him into such an exceedingly good temper had it not been for a third reason, which was, that he found himself sitting next to one of the very prettiest girls he had ever seen.
So pretty was she that his lordship found himself wondering that he had never heard of her before. Her dark brown hair waved round her face in quite a nymph-like way, while the lines of her young cheeks and throat would have inspired the brush of Lord Leighton.
Dacre fought against an inclination to stare, but by dint of inherited good manners, however, he succeeded, appearing, as usual, indifferent and imperturbable.
When the soup was half over, he considered himself at liberty to throw out a casual remark, to which the fair one responded with a dimpling smile, talking to him so naturally that she accomplished the difficult feat of making him forget even her beauty in her charm.
As the long, tedious dinner progressed on its way, they became quite friendly, and she told him a host of different things about herself, which, she evidently thought, might interest him, or, pherpas, being very childish she did not think of the effect at all.
As a matter of act, he found them extremely interesting -- not that the things she said were important in themselves, save for a kind of subtle sympathy, which seemed to spring up at once between them. She told him, for instance, that among a host of other things, that she liked dogs and couldn't bear cats, that she hated leaving a ball before three o'clock, that she had a brother called Jack who had just taught her to play bridge and who seemed to her to be altogether perfect, and that she was terribly afraid that this paragon might be called to South Africa.
And Jim Dacre looked into her lovely eyes, and was deeply interested in all these trivialities and in the future of the brother Jack whom he had never seen.
The dinner ended at last, to the infinite regret of the greedy old woman, Lady Featherley, whom "Lord Jim," as he was commonly called, had successfully avoided, and to the joy of all the other bridge players, who were longing to get to their game; and a move was made upstairs.
Dacre tried very hard, on the arrangement of the tables, to become the partner of his unknown friend; but his designs in that direction were instantly frustrated by his hostess, who promptly annexed him on his entry into the drawing-room, and insisted on being his partner.
There was no help for it, but the sight of the curly brown head at a distant table distracted his attention. He played less well than usual, and they lost considerably. Several times during the evening he fancied he heard slight altercations at the other table and Lady Featherley's voice raised in rude and unpleasant tones. She was a bad loser, and became exceedingly disagreeable when the game went against her.
Dacre grew extremely bored, and was thankful when at length some sleep person discovered that it was one o'clock, and chairs began to be moved back. During this move, Lady Featherley's grumbling tones were again heard from the other side, and Dacre, listening with anxious ears, fancied he distinguished the voice of his charmer in answer.
"If you give me your address," said the soft voice, which trembled as it spoke, "I'll send you a check tomorrow."
Louder than ever rose Lady Featherley's tones in reply. Dacre turned to his cousin and hostess for enlightenment.
"What's all this about?" he asked impatiently.
Mrs. Hindon yawned as she shuffled the cards together.
"Oh, that silly girl, Lettice Grey, has been losing. It's so stupid of her when has not a brass farthing; and old Lady Featherley is furious, because she thinks she won't get paid. As far as that goes, I don't care if she isn't. Tiresome old thing. She always makes a row. I wish I hadn't asked her."
"What were the points?" asked Lord Jim.
"Oh, shilling points, I believe."
Dacre's adieux were extremely hurried. He had caught sight of the tail of a white gown vanishing round the door, and, leaving the groups still discussing the game, he hurried after it. Hurrah! For a moment the coast was clear. The pompous butler and a yawning footman were standing on the steps, looking for four-wheelers, while she was alone in the vestibule, between the inner and outer halls.
As he reached her, he saw to his horror and amazement that she was sobbing, and, forgetting etiquette and slender acquaintance, he hurried to her side.
"What is the matter?" he asked.
"Oh, isn't it awful?" she said. "I thought I understood the game so well, but oh -- oh ---"
"You've lost?" said Dacre, more as one stating a fact than asking a question.
She fixed him with a pair of horror-stricken eyes.
"I've lost twenty-four pounds," said she, "to Lady Featherley, and I haven't ten shillings in the world!"
There was not a moment to be lost. Already the voices of the rest of the party could be heard on the landing. Dacre was a man of action, and in less time than it takes me to write it he pressed three bank notes into her hand.
"I want you to owe it to me instead of to her," he said. "You shall pay it to me in one year, two years, ten years -- when you like."
As he spoke he was writing, and then he pressed a card into her trembling hand.
"I've written her address on the back of my own card," he continued hurriedly. "Post the money to her the first thing tomorrow, and everything else is just as if it had never happened."
She gazed piteously at him. her lips parted; she was about to speak. Dacre felt the urge to lean in and kiss her, but the opportunity passed.
"Your cab, miss," said the butler.
She faltered, hesitated, saw that functionary's stony gaze fixed on her, gave him piteously grateful look, which seemed to beg forgiveness for her lack of speech, and hurried down the steps.
She hurried into th ecab, and she hurried out of his life, and that was the maddening part of it. And yet it would have been easy for Dacre, one might think, to mount again the shallow stairs and to extract her address from the hostess. Yes, easy enough in the doing, but impossible to do. As he reflected on the storm of ridicule which would be raised by his question, he felt at once that it was impossible. There was only one link between them --- the debt she owed him, and, though he would gladly have released her, yet he welcomed the slender link that held them together.
Dacre's was not a very introspective nature; it did not occur to him that this was what is called "Love at first sight." He merely felt that on the dull horizon of his life a new interest had arisen. She seemed to draw him on from the dull, meaningless trivialities which formed his life towards that world of secret meanings and of fairy imaginings which are hidden in a woman's smile.
and now the light seemed suddenly quenched and misty; but would it only rise again he was conscious he would follow it to the ends of the earth, whether it turned out to be emptiness of a mocking will-o'-the-wisp or the lode-star of a home.
The court of the Austrian Empress Maria Theresa is one of the most glittering and stunning in all of Europe. The affairs of the Empress, her philandering husband, and her numerous children will shape the future of European history.
Eva thought she had a perfect life. She was married to a man she loved and living a life of comfort and luxury. Her whole world is shattered when she find her husband having an affair with another woman. Left broken, Eva moves back with her mother and starts over. She hopes to find love again ,but just as things start to look promising things start to twist and turn. She finds herself embroiled in scandal once more.
Emily thought she was getting everything she wanted when she married the older, handsome, and fabulously wealthy CEO Harrison Lang. However she quickly realizes that their relationship was not meant to last. The spoiled, bored, and capricious young woman soon finds herself being lured into a scandal liaison with well known player Mark Rayner and soon finds herself courting with disaster.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."