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Wednesday, January 20, 2016
*** Review, Giveaway & Virtual Tour For My American Duchess Eloisa James ***
Oh what a lovely Book. And the Epilogue was a true delight
to read. Have to see I did not see that one Coming from
Cedric. I Loved Merry she was amazing and spoke her mind
even when no proper English lady would not have. I love
Trent too he was doing his best to help Cedric and Merry
even when he was in Love with her, even if he did not know
it. I think he loved her the moment he saw her. This book
was full of twist and loads of fun to read. I loved the
wedding, how her Aunt and uncle fixed things and the utter
shock on Merry's Face when her veil was removed. It was
truly delightful. But I do understand her reaction, I would have
been happy and mad at the same time.Oh My God I need to
shut it before I ruin this book for you. So I will leave off here.
I hope you enjoy this book as much
as I did. If you do like
this book, please consider leaving a review.The Authors
really like it when you
do,they value your opinions too.
The arrogant Duke of Trent intends to marry a well-bred
Englishwoman. The last woman he would ever consider
marrying is the adventuresome Merry Pelford— an American
heiress who has infamously jilted two fiancés.
But after one provocative encounter with the captivating
Merry, Trent desires her more than any woman he has ever
met. He is determined to have her as his wife, no matter
what it takes. And Trent is a man who always gets what he wants.
The problem is, Merry is already betrothed, and the former
runaway bride has vowed to make it all the way to the altar.
As honor clashes with irresistible passion, Trent realizes the
stakes are higher than anyone could have imagined. In his
battle to save Merry and win her heart, one thing becomes clear:
All is fair in love and war.
A large hand curled around her waist, neatly spinning her about
and bringing her up against him.
Sensations skittered through her at the press of a hard male
chest against hers. Miss Fairfax would have been appalled. Yet rather than pull
away, Merry froze, looking up at him with her heart pounding in her ears.
“Who groped you?” he demanded.
“Who had made you so angry before you came onto the balcony?”
she countered. What—or who—on earth would make a man like this so enraged?
“My fool of a brother. And now I’d like to you to answer my
She had already forgotten what he had asked. His gaze was so
intense that she felt confused and flushed. She would never allow a man—a
complete stranger—to kiss her, if that’s what he was contemplating.
“What was your question?” she asked, wincing inwardly when her
voice came out as breathless as a siren’s.
“Who groped you?” he repeated.
He had that warrior look in his eyes that Merry found absurdly compelling.
She came out with the truth before she could think better of it. “Lord
Malmsbury…Lord Malmsbury lets his hands stray where they shouldn’t.”
“Stay away from him,” he ordered, scowling.
“I appreciate your concern,” Merry said with dignity as she pulled
free and stepped back, “but there’s no call to order me about. I have already
decided to avoid his lordship—not that he has shown the slightest inclination
to deepen our acquaintance, thanks to my hatpin.”
“Between your weapon and his boils, I doubt he will risk further
encounters.” His smile reappeared. “I trust that after we are formally
introduced, I may request a dance, if I promise not to grope you.”
It occurred to Merry that she would rather like to be groped by
this man. It was a appalling realization. She was betrothed.
He executed a perfect bow.
She dropped a curtsy, and this time did Miss Fairfax’s
instruction proud, nearly grazing the ground with her knee.
Merry walked back into the ballroom without looking back; no
matter what her governess thought, she possessed self-control. Plenty of it.
She had almost reached the other side of the room before she
turned her head and looked back.
He was nowhere in sight.
She took a seat along the wall and gave herself a good
talking-to. What on earth was she thinking? Was she truly as fickle as the
gossips back home believed? She may have made mistakes choosing her first two
fiancés, but she had never been truly capricious.
She had truly believed that she was in love with both Bertie and
Dermot. She had never flirted with a man while betrothed to another.
Not that she had precisely flirted with this
All right, she had flirted.
Merry groaned silently. Why hadn’t she slapped him when he
caught around her waist, or at the least announced her status as a soon-to-be
married woman? Instead, she had just looked up at him like a silly widgeon
waiting to be kissed.