Until You

( 51 )

Overview

New York Times bestselling author Judith McNaught sweeps readers from the wilds of America to elegant 1820s London in this unforgettable romantic adventure.
A teacher in a school for wealthy young ladies, Sheridan, Bromleigh is hired to accompany one of her students, heiress Charise Lancaster, to England to meet her fiancé. When her charge elopes with a stranger, Sheridan wonders how she will ever explain it to Charise's intended, Lord ...

See more details below
Paperback (Mass Market Paperback - REISSUE)
$6.96
BN.com price
(Save 12%)$7.99 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (261) from $1.99   
  • New (20) from $1.99   
  • Used (241) from $1.99   
Sending request ...

Overview

New York Times bestselling author Judith McNaught sweeps readers from the wilds of America to elegant 1820s London in this unforgettable romantic adventure.
A teacher in a school for wealthy young ladies, Sheridan, Bromleigh is hired to accompany one of her students, heiress Charise Lancaster, to England to meet her fiancé. When her charge elopes with a stranger, Sheridan wonders how she will ever explain it to Charise's intended, Lord Burleton.
Standing on the pier, Stephen Westmoreland, the Earl of Langford, assumes the young woman coming toward him is Charise Lancaster — and informs her of his inadvertent role in a fatal accident involving Lord Burleton the night before. And just as Sheridan is about to speak, she steps into the path of a cargo net loaded with crates!
Sheridan awakens in Westmoreland's mansion with no memory of who she is; the only hint of her past is the puzzling fact that everyone calls her Miss Lancaster. All she truly knows is that she is falling in love with a handsome English earl, and that the life unfolding before her seems full of wondrous possibilities...

New York Times bestselling author McNaught returns readers to the magical age and romance of 1820s London and the beloved Westmoreland family, the focus of her timeless bestseller Whitney, My Love. (Historical Romance)

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Kathe Robin Romantic Times Editor, in USA Today People have been waiting for this book for years...Until You takes you on a roller-coaster ride of emotions.

Affaire de Coeur Judith McNaught is truly the spellbinding storyteller of our times.

Library Journal
Although McNaught's hardcover debut, Paradise , was ``improbable'' ( LJ 7/91), credulous romance fans made it a best seller. Here, a young Scottish woman dotes on a shipwrecked sailor.
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780671880606
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 4/28/1995
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: REISSUE
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 108,295
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Judith  McNaught

Judith McNaught is the New York Times bestselling author who first soared to stardom with her stunning bestseller Whitney, My Love, and went on to win the hearts of millions of readers with Once and Always, Something Wonderful, A Kingdom of Dreams, Almost Heaven, Paradise, Perfect, Until You, Remember When, the #1 bestseller Night Whispers, Someone to Watch Over Me, and other novels. There are more than thirty million copies of her books in print. Judith McNaught lives in Houston.

Biography

USA Today has said, "When it comes to writing romance, Judith McNaught is in a class by herself." Interestingly, while McNaught's career as a bestselling author has been thriving for many years, she has led the life of a Renaissance woman, dabbling in the fields of radio, film, and finance before settling into her writer's role. The first female executive producer at a CBS radio station, McNaught also served stints as an assistant director of a film crew, a comptroller of a major trucking company, president of a temporary employment agency, and president of an executive search firm.

McNaught first clicked with the reading public when her book Whitney My Love (considered by many to be the first full-length Regency historical novel) was published as a paperback original in 1985, promptly winning the Romantic Times Award for Best New Historical Novel. As a result of her newfound fame, two previously published romantic tales were reissued with commercial success. By the 1990s, McNaught had switched to contemporary romance, and with 1998's Night Whispers, she segued into romantic suspense, an area she has honed to polished perfection.

A spectacular storyteller with legions of loyal fans, McNaught proves her chops with each successive book. Honors and awards have followed in a steady stream. In addition to the Affaire de Coeur Golden Pen Certificate, she has received a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award honoring her entire body of work. Hers was the first romance novel ever chosen as a main selection by the Book-of-the-Month Club; and her titles consistently turn up on The New York Times bestseller list.

In between books, McNaught devotes herself to several charities and is active in the promotion of women's literacy.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 1Propped upon a mountain of satin pillows amid rumpled bed linens, Helene Devernay surveyed his bronzed, muscular torso with an appreciative smile as Stephen David Elliott Westmoreland, Earl of Langford, Baron of Ellingwood, Fifth Viscount Hargrove, Viscount Ashbourne, shrugged into the frilled shirt he'd tossed over the foot of the bed last night. "Are we still attending the theatre next week?" she asked.
Stephen glanced at her in surprise as he picked up his neckcloth. "Of course." Turning to the mirror above the fireplace, he met her gaze in it while he deftly wrapped the fine white silk into intricate folds around his neck. "Why did you need to ask?"
"Because the Season begins next week, and Monica Fitzwaring is coming to town. I heard it from my dressmaker, who is also hers."
"And?" he said, looking steadily at her in the mirror, his expression betraying not even a flicker of reaction.
With a sigh, Helene rolled onto her side and leaned on an elbow, her tone regretful but frank. "And gossip has it that you're finally going to make her the offer she and her father have been waiting for these three years past."
"Is that what the gossips are saying?" he asked casually, but he lifted his brows slightly, in a gesture that silently, and very effectively, managed to convey his displeasure with Helene for introducing a topic that he clearly felt was none of her concern.
Helene noted the unspoken reprimand and the warning it carried, but she took advantage of what had been a remarkably open — and highly pleasurable — affair for both of them for several years. "In the past, there have been dozens of rumors that you were on the verge of offering for one aspiring female or another," she pointed out quietly, "and, until now, I have never asked you to verify or deny any of them."
Without answering, Stephen turned from the mirror and picked up his evening jacket from the flowered chaise longue. He shoved his arms into the sleeves, then he walked over to the side of the bed and finally directed all his attention to the woman in it. Standing there, looking down at her, he felt his annoyance diminish considerably. Propped up on her elbow, with her golden hair spilling over her naked back and breasts, Helene Devernay was a delectable sight. She was also intelligent, direct, and sophisticated, all of which made her a thoroughly delightful mistress both in and out of bed. He knew she was too practical to nurture any secret hopes of a marriage offer from him, which was absolutely out of the question for a woman in her circumstances, and she was too independent to have any real desire to tie herself to someone for life — traits that further solidified their relationship. Or so he had thought. "But now you are asking me to confirm or deny that I intend to offer for Monica Fitzwaring?" he asked quietly.
Helene gave him a warm, seductive smile that normally made his body respond. "I am."
Brushing back the sides of his jacket, Stephen put his hands on his hips and regarded her coolly. "And if I said yes?"
"Then, my lord, I would say that you are making a great mistake. You have a fondness for her, but not a great love nor even a great passion. All she has to offer you is her beauty, her bloodlines, and the prospect of an heir. She hasn't your strength of will, nor your intelligence, and although she may care for you, she will never understand you. She will bore you in bed and out of it, and you will intimidate, hurt, and anger her."
"Thank you, Helene. I must count myself fortunate that you take such an interest in my personal life and that you are so willing to share your expertise on how I ought to live it."
The stinging setdown caused her smile to fade a little but not disappear. "There, you see?" she asked softly. "I am duly chastened and forewarned by that tone of yours, but Monica Fitzwaring would be either completely crushed or mortally offended."
She watched his expression harden at the same time his voice became extremely polite, chillingly so. "My apologies, madame," he said, inclining his head in a mockery of a bow, "if I have ever addressed you in a tone that is less than civil."
Reaching up, Helene tugged on his jacket in an attempt to make him sit down on the bed beside her. When this failed, she dropped her hand, but not the issue, and widened her smile to soothe his temper. "You never speak to anyone in an uncivil tone, Stephen. In fact, the more annoyed you are, the more 'civil' you become — until you are so very civil, so very precise and correct, that the effect is actually quite alarming. One might even say...terrifying!"
She shivered to illustrate, and Stephen grinned in spite of himself.
"That is what I meant," she said, smiling back at him. "When you grow cold and angry, I know how — " Her breath caught as his large hand slippeddown beneath the sheet and covered her breast, his fingers tantalizing her.
"I merely wish to warm you," he said, as she reached her arms around his neck and drew him down on the bed.
"And distract me."
"I think a fur would do a far better job of that."
"Of warming me?"
"Of distracting you," he said as his mouth covered hers, and then he went about the pleasurable business of warming, and distracting, both of them.
It was nearly five o'clock in the morning when he was dressed again.
"Stephen?" she whispered sleepily as he bent and pressed a farewell kiss upon her smooth brow.
"Mmmm?"
"I have a confession."
"No confessions," he reminded her. "We agreed on that from the beginning. No confessions, no recriminations, no promises. That was the way we both wanted it."
Helene didn't deny it, but this morning she couldn't make herself comply. "My confession is that I find myself rather annoyingly jealous of Monica Fitzwaring."
Stephen straightened with an impatient sigh, and waited, knowing she was determined to have her say, but he did not help her do it. He simply regarded her with raised brows.
"I realize you need an heir," she began, her full lips curving into an embarrassed smile, "but could you not wed a female whose looks pale a little in comparison with mine? Someone shrewish too. A shrew with a slightly crooked nose or small eyes would suit me very well."
Stephen chuckled at her humor, but he wanted the subject closed permanently, and so he said, "Monica Fitzwaring is no threat to you, Helene. I've no doubtshe knows of our relationship and she would not try to interfere, even if she thought she could."
"What makes you so certain?"
"She volunteered the information," he said flatly, and when Helene still looked unconvinced, he added, "In the interest of putting an end to your concern and to this entire topic, I'll add that I already have a perfectly acceptable heir in my brother's son. Furthermore, I have no intention of adhering to custom, now or in future, by shackling myself to a wife for the sole purpose of begetting a legal heir of my own body."
As Stephen came to the end of that blunt speech, he watched her expression change from surprise to amused bafflement. Her next remark clarified the reason for her obvious quandary: "If not to beget an heir, what other possible reason could there be for a man such as you to wed at all?"
Stephen's disinterested shrug and brief smile dismissed all the other usual reasons for marriage as trivial, absurd, or imaginary. "For a man such as I," he replied with a mild amusement that failed to disguise his genuine contempt for the twin farces of wedded bliss and the sanctity of marriage — two illusions that flourished even in the brittle, sophisticated social world he inhabited, "there does not seem to be a single compelling reason to commit matrimony."
Helene studied him intently, her face alight with curiosity, caution, and the dawning of understanding. "I always wondered why you didn't marry Emily Lathrop. In addition to her acclaimed face and figure, she is also one of the few women in England who actually possesses the requirements of birth and breeding in enough abundance to make her worthy of marrying into the Westmoreland family and of producing your heir. Everyone knows you fought a duel with her husband because of her, yet you didn't kill him, nor did you marry her a year later, after old Lord Lathrop finally keeled over and cocked up his toes."
His brows rose in amusement at her use of irreverent slang for Lathrop's death, but his attitude toward the duel was as casual and matter-of-fact as her own. "Lathrop got some maggot into his head about defending Emily's honor and putting a stop to all the rumors about her, by challenging one of her alleged lovers to a duel. I will never understand why the poor old man chose me from amongst a legion of viable candidates."
"Whatever method he used, it's obvious age had addled his mind."
Stephen eyed her curiously. "Why do you say that?"
"Because your skill with pistols, and your skill on the duelling field, are both rather legendary."
"Any child of ten could have won a duel with Lathrop," Stephen said, ignoring her praise of his abilities. "He was so old and frail he couldn't steady his own pistol or hold it level. He had to use both hands."
"And so you let him leave Rockham Green unscathed?"
Stephen nodded. "I felt it would be impolite of me to kill him, under the circumstances."
"Considering that he forced the duel on you in the first place, by calling you out in front of witnesses, it was very kind of you to pretend to miss your shot, in order to spare his pride."
"I did not pretend to miss my shot, Helene," he informed her, and then he pointedly added, "I deloped."
To delope constituted an apology and therefore implied an admission of guilt. Thinking he might have some other explanation for standing twenty paces from his opponent and deliberately firing high into the air instead of at Lord Lathrop, she said slowly, "Are you saying you really were Emily Lathrop's lover? You were actually guilty?"
"As sin," Stephen averred flatly.
"May I ask you one more question, my lord?"
"You can ask it," he specified, struggling to hide his mounting impatience with her unprecedented and unwelcome preoccupation with his private life.
In a rare show of feminine uncertainty, she glanced away as if to gather her courage, then she looked up at him with an embarrassed, seductive smile that he might have found irresistible had it not been immediately followed by a line of questioning so outrageous that it violated even his own lax standards of acceptable decorum between the sexes. "What was it about Emily Lathrop that drew you to her bed?"
His instant aversion to that question was completely eclipsed by his negative reaction to her next. "I mean, was there anything she did with you — or for you — or to you, that I do not do when we're in bed together?"
"As a matter of fact," he replied in a lazy drawl, "there was one thing Emily did that I particularly liked."
In her eagerness to discover another woman's secret, Helene overlooked the sarcasm edging his voice. "What did she do that you particularly liked?"
His gaze dropped suggestively to her mouth. "Shall I show you?" he asked, and when she nodded, he bent over her, bracing his hands on either side of her pillow so that his waist and hips were only inches above her head. "You're absolutely certain you wish to take part in a demonstration?" he asked in a deliberately seductive whisper.
Her emphatic nod was playful and inviting enough to take the edge off his annoyance, leaving him caught somewhere between amusement and exasperation. "Show me what she did that you particularly liked," she whispered, sliding her hands up his forearms.
Stephen showed her by putting his right hand firmly over her mouth, startling her with a "demonstration" that matched his smiling explanation: "She refrained from asking me questions like yours about you or anyone else, and that is what I particularly liked."
She gazed back at him, her blue eyes wide with frustrated chagrin, but this time she did not fail to notice the implacable warning in his deceptively mild voice.
"Do we have an understanding, my inquisitive beauty?"
She nodded, then boldly attempted to tip the balance of power into her favor by delicately running her tongue across his palm.
Stephen chuckled at her ploy and moved his hand, but he was no longer in the mood for sexual play or for conversation, and so he pressed a brief kiss on her forehead and left.
Outside, a wet gray fog blanketed the night, broken only by the faint eerie glow of lamplights along the street. Stephen took the reins from the relieved footman and spoke soothingly to the young pair of matched chestnuts who were stamping their hooves and tossing their manes. It was the first time they had been driven in the city, and as Stephen loosened the reins to let them move into a trot, he noted that the curb horse was extremely skittish in the fog. Everything unnerved the animal, from the sound of his own hooves clattering on the cobbled streets to the shadows beneath the streetlamps. When a door slammed off to the left, he shied, then tried to break into a run. Stephen automatically tightened the reins, and turned the carriage down Middleberry Street. The horses were moving at a fast trot and seemed to be settling down a bit. Suddenly an alley cat screamed and bolted off a fruit cart, sending an avalanche of apples rumbling into the street. At the same time the door of a pub was flung open, splashing light into the street. Pandemonium broke loose: dogs howled, the horses slipped and bolted frantically, and a dark figure staggred out of the pub, disappeared between two carriages drawn up at the curb...and then materialized directly in front of Stephen's carriage.
Stephen's warning shout came too late.
Copyright © 1994 by Eagle Syndication, Inc.

Read More Show Less

First Chapter

Chapter 1Propped upon a mountain of satin pillows amid rumpled bed linens, Helene Devernay surveyed his bronzed, muscular torso with an appreciative smile as Stephen David Elliott Westmoreland, Earl of Langford, Baron of Ellingwood, Fifth Viscount Hargrove, Viscount Ashbourne, shrugged into the frilled shirt he'd tossed over the foot of the bed last night. "Are we still attending the theatre next week?" she asked.

Stephen glanced at her in surprise as he picked up his neckcloth. "Of course." Turning to the mirror above the fireplace, he met her gaze in it while he deftly wrapped the fine white silk into intricate folds around his neck. "Why did you need to ask?"

"Because the Season begins next week, and Monica Fitzwaring is coming to town. I heard it from my dressmaker, who is also hers."

"And?" he said, looking steadily at her in the mirror, his expression betraying not even a flicker of reaction.

With a sigh, Helene rolled onto her side and leaned on an elbow, her tone regretful but frank. "And gossip has it that you're finally going to make her the offer she and her father have been waiting for these three years past."

"Is that what the gossips are saying?" he asked casually, but he lifted his brows slightly, in a gesture that silently, and very effectively, managed to convey his displeasure with Helene for introducing a topic that he clearly felt was none of her concern.

Helene noted the unspoken reprimand and the warning it carried, but she took advantage of what had been a remarkably open -- and highly pleasurable -- affair for both of them for several years. "In the past, there have been dozens of rumors that you were on the verge of offering for onill bore you in bed and out of it, and you will intimidate, hurt, and anger her."

"Thank you, Helene. I must count myself fortunate that you take such an interest in my personal life and that you are so willing to share your expertise on how I ought to live it."

The stinging setdown caused her smile to fade a little but not disappear. "There, you see?" she asked softly. "I am duly chastened and forewarned by that tone of yours, but Monica Fitzwaring would be either completely crushed or mortally offended."

She watched his expression harden at the same time his voice became extremely polite, chillingly so. "My apologies, madame," he said, inclining his head in a mockery of a bow, "if I have ever addressed you in a tone that is less than civil."

Reaching up, Helene tugged on his jacket in an attempt to make him sit down on the bed beside her. When this failed, she dropped her hand, but not the issue, and widened her smile to soothe his temper. "You never speak to anyone in an uncivil tone, Stephen. In fact, the more annoyed you are, the more 'civil' you become -- until you are so very civil, so very precise and correct, that the effect is actually quite alarming. One might even say...terrifying!"

She shivered to illustrate, and Stephen grinned in spite of himself.

"That is what I meant," she said, smiling back at him. "When you grow cold and angry, I know how -- " Her breath caught as his large hand slippeddown beneath the sheet and covered her breast, his fingers tantalizing her.

"I merely wish to warm you," he said, as she reached her arms around his neck and drew him down on the bed.

"And distract me."

"I think a fur would do a far better job of that."

"Of warming me?"

""Of distracting you," he said as his mouth covered hers, and then he went about the pleasurable business of warming, and distracting, both of them.

It was nearly five o'clock in the morning when he was dressed again.

"Stephen?" she whispered sleepily as he bent and pressed a farewell kiss upon her smooth brow.

"Mmmm?"

"I have a confession."

"No confessions," he reminded her. "We agreed on that from the beginning. No confessions, no recriminations, no promises. That was the way we both wanted it."

Helene didn't deny it, but this morning she couldn't make herself comply. "My confession is that I find myself rather annoyingly jealous of Monica Fitzwaring."

Stephen straightened with an impatient sigh, and waited, knowing she was determined to have her say, but he did not help her do it. He simply regarded her with raised brows.

"I realize you need an heir," she began, her full lips curving into an embarrassed smile, "but could you not wed a female whose looks pale a little in comparison with mine? Someone shrewish too. A shrew with a slightly crooked nose or small eyes would suit me very well."

Stephen chuckled at her humor, but he wanted the subject closed permanently, and so he said, "Monica Fitzwaring is no threat to you, Helene. I've no doubtshe knows of our relationship and she would not try to interfere, even if she thought she could."

"What makes you so certain?"

"She volunteered the information," he said flatly, and when Helene still looked unconvinced, he added, "In the interest of putting an end to your concern and to this entire topic, I'll add that I already have a perfectly acceptable heir in my brother's son. Furthermore, I have no intention of adhering to custom, no w or in future, by shackling myself to a wife for the sole purpose of begetting a legal heir of my own body."

As Stephen came to the end of that blunt speech, he watched her expression change from surprise to amused bafflement. Her next remark clarified the reason for her obvious quandary: "If not to beget an heir, what other possible reason could there be for a man such as you to wed at all?"

Stephen's disinterested shrug and brief smile dismissed all the other usual reasons for marriage as trivial, absurd, or imaginary. "For a man such as I," he replied with a mild amusement that failed to disguise his genuine contempt for the twin farces of wedded bliss and the sanctity of marriage -- two illusions that flourished even in the brittle, sophisticated social world he inhabited, "there does not seem to be a single compelling reason to commit matrimony."

Helene studied him intently, her face alight with curiosity, caution, and the dawning of understanding. "I always wondered why you didn't marry Emily Lathrop. In addition to her acclaimed face and figure, she is also one of the few women in England who actually possesses the requirements of birth and breeding in enough abundance to make her worthy of marrying into the Westmoreland family and of producing your heir. Everyone knows you fought a duel with her husband because of her, yet you didn't kill him, nor did you marry her a year later, after old Lord Lathrop finally keeled over and cocked up his toes."

His brows rose in amusement at her use of irreverent slang for Lathrop's death, but his attitude toward the duel was as casual and matter-of-fact as her own. "Lathrop got some maggot into his head about defending Emily's honor and putting a stop to all the rumors about her, by challenging one of her alleged lovers to a duel. I will never understand why the poor old man chose me from amongst a legion of viable candidates."

"Whatever method he used, it's obvious age had addled his mind."

Stephen eyed her curiously. "Why do you say that?"

"Because your skill with pistols, and your skill on the duelling field, are both rather legendary."

"Any child of ten could have won a duel with Lathrop," Stephen said, ignoring her praise of his abilities. "He was so old and frail he couldn't steady his own pistol or hold it level. He had to use both hands."

"And so you let him leave Rockham Green unscathed?"

Stephen nodded. "I felt it would be impolite of me to kill him, under the circumstances."

"Considering that he forced the duel on you in the first place, by calling you out in front of witnesses, it was very kind of you to pretend to miss your shot, in order to spare his pride."

"I did not pretend to miss my shot, Helene," he informed her, and then he pointedly added, "I deloped."

To delope constituted an apology and therefore implied an admission of guilt. Thinking he might have some other explanation for standing twenty paces from his opponent and deliberately firing high into the air instead of at Lord Lathrop, she said slowly, "Are you saying you really were Emily Lathrop's lover? You were actually guilty?"

"As sin," Stephen averred flatly.

"May I ask you one more question, my lord?"

"You can ask it," he specified, struggling to hide his mounting impatience with her unprecedented and unwelcome preoccupation with his private life.

In a rare show of feminine uncertainty, she glanced away as if to gat her her courage, then she looked up at him with an embarrassed, seductive smile that he might have found irresistible had it not been immediately followed by a line of questioning so outrageous that it violated even his own lax standards of acceptable decorum between the sexes. "What was it about Emily Lathrop that drew you to her bed?"

His instant aversion to that question was completely eclipsed by his negative reaction to her next. "I mean, was there anything she did with you -- or for you -- or to you, that I do not do when we're in bed together?"

"As a matter of fact," he replied in a lazy drawl, "there was one thing Emily did that I particularly liked."

In her eagerness to discover another woman's secret, Helene overlooked the sarcasm edging his voice. "What did she do that you particularly liked?"

His gaze dropped suggestively to her mouth. "Shall I show you?" he asked, and when she nodded, he bent over her, bracing his hands on either side of her pillow so that his waist and hips were only inches above her head. "You're absolutely certain you wish to take part in a demonstration?" he asked in a deliberately seductive whisper.

Her emphatic nod was playful and inviting enough to take the edge off his annoyance, leaving him caught somewhere between amusement and exasperation. "Show me what she did that you particularly liked," she whispered, sliding her hands up his forearms.

Stephen showed her by putting his right hand firmly over her mouth, startling her with a "demonstration" that matched his smiling explanation: "She refrained from asking me questions like yours about you or anyone else, and that is what I particularly liked."

She gazed back at him, her blue eyes wide with frustrated chagrin, but this time she did not fail to notice the implacable warning in his deceptively mild voice.

"Do we have an understanding, my inquisitive beauty?"

She nodded, then boldly attempted to tip the balance of power into her favor by delicately running her tongue across his palm.

Stephen chuckled at her ploy and moved his hand, but he was no longer in the mood for sexual play or for conversation, and so he pressed a brief kiss on her forehead and left.

Outside, a wet gray fog blanketed the night, broken only by the faint eerie glow of lamplights along the street. Stephen took the reins from the relieved footman and spoke soothingly to the young pair of matched chestnuts who were stamping their hooves and tossing their manes. It was the first time they had been driven in the city, and as Stephen loosened the reins to let them move into a trot, he noted that the curb horse was extremely skittish in the fog. Everything unnerved the animal, from the sound of his own hooves clattering on the cobbled streets to the shadows beneath the streetlamps. When a door slammed off to the left, he shied, then tried to break into a run. Stephen automatically tightened the reins, and turned the carriage down Middleberry Street. The horses were moving at a fast trot and seemed to be settling down a bit. Suddenly an alley cat screamed and bolted off a fruit cart, sending an avalanche of apples rumbling into the street. At the same time the door of a pub was flung open, splashing light into the street. Pandemonium broke loose: dogs howled, the horses slipped and bolted frantically, and a dark figure staggred out of the pub, disappeared between two carriages drawn up at the curb...and then materialized directly in front of Stephen's carriage.

Stephen's warning shout came too late.

Copyright © 1994 by Eagle Syndication, Inc.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 51 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(31)

4 Star

(15)

3 Star

(3)

2 Star

(1)

1 Star

(1)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 51 Customer Reviews
  • Posted March 14, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    I Also Recommend:

    Can't Imagine

    I can't imagine losing my memory but I think Sherry handled it with grace and style. Sherry, a hired companion, is traveling to London to meet her charges fiance. Along the way, her change elopes with a man on the ship which leaves Sherry in a tight spot. In an attempt to explain what happened she is struck in the head with fallen cargo. Upon waking she realizes that not only does she not have her memory but she is deeply in love with her savior. I'm just sad that she had to go through such heart-ache once she realized her own identity. Luckily, Whitney was there to pull everything together in the end with the help of her friends. If you like Judith McNaught, you can't go wrong reading this book. Check out my suggestions for some of her other books. Kingdom of Dreams is my favorite.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted December 8, 2013

    I can't get enough of Judith's books. This was just another exce

    I can't get enough of Judith's books. This was just another exceptional love story. Similar to all the other books, but with a different set of leading characters and unique circumstances. Stephen Westmoreland is most intriguing.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted June 7, 2012

    Well done once again! it was a very nice read, wonderful! :)

    Well done once again! it was a very nice read, wonderful! :)

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted December 13, 2011

    highliy recomended

    i like it a lot. Is one of my favorites.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2010

    Highly Recommeded

    wonderful

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted April 13, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Another winner form Judith.

    As with all of Judiths historical romances this one is very compeling,but the story just sucks you in I couldn't put it down ,finished in a day ,& I loved it!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2008

    Really enjoyed 3 of her other titles, but this was unreadable

    I could not get into this book at all. I am giving up after page 78. It is almost embarrassingly silly. My recommendation would be to stick with 'Perfect', 'Night Whispers', or 'Whitney, My Love'.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2007

    Impressive...

    Until You was my first historical novel by Judith McNaught and I must admit that by the book end I became her most ernest follower. Ms. McNaught has talent - there's no doubt about that and this book most definately expresses that talent. I have not read Whitney, My Love the prequel but I plan on doing so. One thing I noticed with all of the books I read by Ms. McNaught is her ability to create genuine characters, men that are handsome, strong, masculine, and women that are beautiful, witty, independent. All of them can communicate without having to draw out the uncecessary and sometimes painful dialog consisting of half-truths, lies, etc. Ms. McNaught makes her heroines gutty and direct and she applies just enough of charm and tenderness to their male counterparts to make the storyline believeable at least in the romance fiction reality. I wish I could write like that...

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2007

    A top notch Romance compared to most

    It's so hard for me to give this book a 4 because I really wanted to give it a 3...in comparison to other JM books. It's just not the same as WML(whitney, My love) which is its prequel. In terms of this book compared to most romance novels it's a 4 or 5 because of the writing of JM(Judith McNaught). As always, it's beautiful written, fast paced, decisive, thought provoking with ups and downs that will keep you up at nights reading. There isn't one JM book that I didn't enjoy and had to read it in one to two days...because you can't put it down. What makes this not a complete novel is for those who were introduced to Stephen in WML, this Stephen is a bit different...and I for one have a difficult time relating the two. It is as if the writer created a new person - I really feel this is a very different Stephen Westmoreland. My advise is to purchase WML 'extended version'...read that first...and then read this...because it will feel like one big novel and you can see how Stephen changes from one book to another. The return of Whitney and the gang is so delightful and I loved the parts where they were in more than the love story. It's that wonderful. And for those who wrote that the ending could have been longer...I could not agree with you more. I feel that there were issue still not addressed.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2006

    Enticingly Wonderful

    Next to Whitney, My Love, this magical tale of love and romance will have you laughing, crying and enjoying every moment of triumph and defeat. Just read it for yourself and discover why so many readers, like me, fall in love with the Westmorelands and with Judith McNaught. I've already re-read this story one too many times. And I seriously doubt you will put this book down once you start. Stephen and Sheridan will have you on the edge of your seat until the very end. Trust Me.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2006

    Another great book by Judith McNaught

    Prepare to enjoy another great novel that will keep you on an emotional roller coaster. Judith McNaught continues to put a lot of depth into her characters and story. There are up's and down's and misunderstandings that keep the reader guessing. One of my favorite authors and this book is highly recommended, if you love romance novels

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2006

    WOW

    Honestly, I'm not even a reader yet, I couln't put this book down. A coworker of mine was reading it and I kept seeing her jumping and getting excited, I was wordering if something had jumped out the book and tickled her fancy. Any ways, when she was done with it she gave it to me and told me I had to read so I did, and it was wonderfulllll. when i read, I actually felt like Sherry, and I felt like I was there just watching the whole thing. Ms. McNaught, I have to say you have a very profound and descriptive way of writing and I feel that you should actually make movies out of these novels because they are just so great. So far, your romance writings are very passionate, irresistable and at times orgasmic, and i look forward to buying a collection of your books, your Bahamian Fan... hopeless romantic

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2006

    Lovely Story

    I thought this book was a really touching and lovely story because McNaught's characters were so real and interesting that I literally couldnt put the book down! I read this as a young teen and I really enjoyed the way Sheridan ran from Stephen when he tricked her into coming to the little cottage (where he wanted to marry her at) and I just loved that scene soo much because both of the main characters(Sheridan and Stephen) really got their feelings 'out there' and it was very heart-warming---at least to me. Kudos Ms. McNaught!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2006

    Simply Stunning

    Im not amazed by the fact that whatever Judith McNaught writes captures you and take you for a ride. That is exactly what happened in this book from the beginning to the end. The characters caught your eye and their witty comments and jokes made you laugh. While reading this book i was on the edge of my seat biting my finger nails and hoping for the best to happen to the main characters. I didn't like how the book ended in some prospect. I expected Stephen to fight for Sheridan's love and for Sheridan to hold off a bit just to keep the suspense but overall the book was simply stunning.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2005

    a review

    i loved this book, though i admit, the beginning was kind of a drag. the good part didn't come later when stephen began to take things into control. he was too soft, not my kind of guy. but suddenly, mcnaught portrays him as the character he ought to be. okay, i've forgotten about the ending already and i read it only like a week ago, but i'd still recommend it. and trust me, sheridan does give in easily but who wouldn't to some hunk? think about it.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2005

    Great Romance

    I only rate this 4 stars - but this was an awesome romance novel. The one thing I didn't like was how she gave up too easily at the end. The book was long - but I think that she could have held out a little more so Stephen could grovel a little bit more. But, the romance was intoxicating. I haven't read a McNaught book in a long time, I have to get reaquainted with her again!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2004

    beautiful, romantic, GREAT LOVE STORY!

    I loved this story. I'm glad Stephen got his own happy ending and that it happened with such a beautiful girl as Sheridan. I could't put the book down.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2003

    I LOVED IT

    I was given this book as a gift, never thinking that it would actually be the type of book that I would read, but I was wrong. I picked it up only intending to glance through it but I could not put it down. I am now addicted to Judith McNaught's books. I especially love how many of the books characters are tied in with her other books.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2003

    Favorite of all times

    I read this 6 years ago and thought this was the best romance novel ever! Now after hundreds of other novels I still think this is the best. A must read!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2003

    it was ok

    i thought it was a really good book but the only thing i didn't like was that she kept on giving him so many chances to take her back...it was just too easy for him...i thought he should have done some serious butt kissing...he didn't even apologize to the poor thing...anyways, it was a good book but that just bugged me

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 51 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)