By Teresa Medeiros
"**AWAKENED by means of A KISS**
Laura Fairleigh wishes a husband. If she is to maintain a roof over her siblings’ heads, the prim rector’s daughter needs to wed via her twenty-first birthday. while she unearths a mysterious stranger with the face of an angel and the physique of Adonis subconscious within the wooded area and with out reminiscence of his identify or his previous, she comes to a decision to assert him for her personal. Little does she understand that her fallen angel is de facto the satan in cover.
Sterling Harlow, the infamous rakehell often called the “Devil of Devonbrooke,” awakens to the captivating kiss of a stunning younger lady who informs him he's her long-lost betrothed. together with her sun-kissed cheeks and smattering of freckles, she seems each inch the blameless, yet her curves own a woman’s attract. whilst she assures him he's the fitting gentleman, he wonders if he’s misplaced his wits in addition to his reminiscence. He might have sworn he was once no longer a guy to be happy with mere kisses—especially from lips as candy and luscious as Laura’s.As he makes an attempt to discover the reality prior to their marriage ceremony evening, **A Kiss To Remember** ignites a fondness neither of them will ever have the capacity to forget....
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Additional resources for A Kiss to Remember (Fairleigh Sisters, Book 1)
He sneered loudly, causing the nearby card players to glance up in interest. "Hardly that, since I know nothing about you to laugh at," Lucien replied indifferently. Sir Frederick's mouth curled into a sneer as he leaned forward, and jabbing a finger on the Duke's wide chest said, "No, you do yours behind a fellow's back. " "It would be a waste of my time since you seem to be doing that yourself," Lucien replied coldly. "Why, you! I'll—" Sir Frederick began heatedly, his face a dull red. "Now, now," Sir Jeremy interrupted, a placating note in his voice.
Lucien nodded reluctantly. " He paused delicately, waiting to be enlightened. " "Of course," the Duke sighed, "I'll escort you to the nearest inn, where you may hire conveyance to London. " Lord Wrainton jumped down from the side of the coach, splattering his pumps as he did so and nearly slipping in the slick mud as he regained his balance. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, slight of build, and almost too handsome to be masculine, with his thickly lashed, violet eyes. "Luciana," Lord Wrainton called to his wife.
Ah, Lady Mary," Lord Malton greeted her loudly, nodding to Sabrina and Richard as he bent over Mary's outstretched hand. " "Our pleasure, surely," Sabrina murmured softly, smiling sweetly as she caught his eye. " "If I might be allowed to add my compliments also," Lord Newley added suavely, looking directly into Sabrina's violet eyes. " "Certainly. Of course we understand that without a man to act as escort, and only your aunt to chaperone you, it is most difficult for you to get about. " he asked hesitantly, looking around the room nervously in expectation of being surprised by her sudden appearance.