Just One Kiss

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Just One Kiss by Samantha James, Sandra Kleinschmidt

Just A Dream

Cheated out of her inheritance by a willful stepmother, Lady Elizabeth Stanton follows Nathaniel O'Connor to America — eager to accept the dashing shipbuilder's proposal of marriage. But it is a stranger who greets the penniless miss at her intended's door — the true owner of the grand Boston mansion, Nathaniel's handsome, secretive and insufferable older brother, Morgan.

Just One Kiss

The cruel treachery of a disloyal sibling left Morgan angry and bitter — but he takes in the cad's forsaken fiancee nonetheless. And when one stolen kiss threatens scandal, he offers to wed the proud, golden-haired beauty himself. But Elizabeth is devoted to a rogue. And Morgan must first conquer his own pain and suspicion to know a passion that can thaw a frozen heart...and a love that can heal all wounds.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780380775491
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 03/01/1996
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 658,855
Product dimensions: 4.19(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.96(d)

About the Author

It was Samantha James's love of reading as a child that steered her toward a writing career. Among her favorites in those days were the Trixie Belden and Cherry Ames series of books. She still loves a blend of mystery and romance, and, of course, a happily-ever-after ending. The award-winning, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of many romances and one novella, her books have ranged from medieval to Regency.

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Just One Kiss
Chapter One

Beacon Hill, 1854

It was too late to turn back.

Odd, that the thought should chain itself in her mind now, when she had come so very far. Indeed, across the vastness of an ocean...

Lady Elizabeth Stanton cast one last, almost pleading glance at the carriage from which she'd just alighted. As she watched the vehicle totter around the comer, a flurry of dust and fallen leaves rose in its wake.

Clutching her reticule, grasping her courage, she turned.

In one sweep, her anxious glance took in the sight before her. Elizabethhelp it. There had been such pride in Nathaniel's voice as he'ddescribed his home to her-and no wonder. She caught her breath, for the house that loomed before her was as grand as Nathaniel had promised. Indeed, she marveled, it was surely the height of Victorian grandeur, as stately as anEnglish country mansion, as elegant as the finest London town house.

An ornate iron fence enclosed the whole of the property, yet despite the stark outline of tree branches and frozen lawn, it was not so very forbidding. Elizabeth could well imagine what it would be like with the bloom and brightness of spring upon its face: buds of flowers and trees stretching toward the sky.

The house itself was gabled and huge. She caught a glimpse of wispy white lace framing wide, stained-glass windows and resisted the urge to curl her white-gloved fingers around the iron and stare in sheer delight. She gave a tiny little laugh. Of course, she was being silly. Nathaniel was a highly successful American shipbuilder. Of course, his home would be beautiful.

As she stood there, a sight to brighten the latewinter twilight, little did she realize the picture she presented. Her traveling dress was of dark a trifle wrinkled perhaps, but the London fashion. Yet it was scarcely her that made her stand out like a jewel among coal...

No, for her coloring was far too striking. Hair as shiny and brightly gold as a newly minted coin lay coiled beneath her hat. Her eyes were the vivid green of an English meadow in spring. No pale, fragile flower was Elizabeth Stanton. Sweet natured though she was, her carnage was one of pride and hinted at hidden strength. Yet all at once, Elizabeth did indeed feel small and gray silk, Of clothing insignificant...and very, very lost.

No, she thought again, grasping for the spirit that had sustained her these many weeks. It was too late to turn back. And she had yearned to see Nathaniel for so long now.

Memories sifted into her mind, one by one. So much had happened, she reflected with a faintly wistful sigh . So very much...

He'd taken London by storm, this brash young American named Nathaniel O'Connor. Handsome as sin, as charming as the Pied Piper of Hamelin, blond and bold and dashing, he was all the rage in London: No fewer than a score of women proclaimed themselves instantly in love with him. But of all the beauties in London, she was the one he pursued.

The one he'd wanted.

He'd been an outrageous flirt, of course. At first Elizabeth had thought his attention to her a grand joke. She was hardly irresistible and most certainly not the type to swoon over a man! Yet secretly she'd been flattered, for indeed, she considered herself no beauty at all! And so she'd teased him as unmercifully as he'd teased her, certain his interest would surely wane.

But over the next few weeks, his interest did not wane. And though she'd always considered herself possessed of a steady, level head, Nathaniel O'Connor proved a temptation she could not resist.

It made her tingle inside to think of him. She remembered the first time he'd kissed her. They'd been dancing at Lord Nelson's birthday celebration, a lively, vivacious waltz that left her breathless and laughing. He whisked her out onto the terrace and onto a small stone bench near the garden. Slowly the laughter left his face. With his fingers he cupped her nape, tilting her face upward. There, with the sweet scent of roses swirling all around, with her heart leaping wildly and her pulse pounding madly in her ears, he'd kissed her — a kiss that was something she'd never expected, yet all she wanted.

It wasnt so very long after...

They were sitting in the parlor of her father's London town house. Nathaniel took both her hands in his. "Elizabeth...something's come up, love. I'm afraid I must leave for Boston sooner than I expected."

The day had wrought such awful news already — little wonder that Elizabeth gazed at him, stricken. "Oh, Nathaniel, no! When? When must you leave?"

"Tomorrow, love. I said with the morning tide." His hands gripped hers more tightly. "Elizabeth, please. Come away with me ... marry me. Be my wife. I'll make you the happiest woman on this earth, if only you'll consent to be my bride."

Even as Elizabeth's heart soared as high as the stars above, it was burdened by a heaviness she could scarcely put aside.

"Nathaniel. oh, Nathaniel, I want to...you don't know how much! But this day has brought us nothing but heartache! You know that terrible cough that has so troubled Papa these many weeks? Nathaniel, he is gravely.

She was caught squarely between heaven and hell. As the only daughter of the Earl of Chester, how could she leave? Never had she seen Papa so sick — so weak! It frightened her. True, he was not alone. He had Gahm, his wife of the past two years. But she, Elizabeth, was his only child, and she could not desert her father! At such a time, her place was at his side.

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A must read...heartbreaking.
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This is the third book I have read by Samantha James and I'm not sure which book is my favorite. All three books (one moonlit night, the truest heart and just one kiss) are 5 stars in my book and I can not wait to read more.....Samantha is fast becomming my favorite author and that is saying a lot!! READ THESE BOOKS!!!!!!