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Let New York Times bestselling author Judith McNaught who “is in a class by herself” (USA TODAY) sweep you off your feet and into another time with her sensual, passionate, and spellbinding historical romance classics, featuring her “unique magic” (RT Book Reviews)—now available for the first time on ebook.
Elizabeth Cameron, the Countess of Havenhurst, possesses a rare gentleness and fierce courage to match her exquisite beauty. But her reputation is shattered when she is discovered in the arms of Ian Thornton, a notorious gambler and social outcast. A dangerously handsome man of secret wealth and mysterious lineage, Ian’s interest in Elizabeth may not be all that it seems. His voyage to her heart is fraught with intrigue, scandal, and a venomous revenge. As a twisting path of secrets takes them from London’s drawing rooms to the awe-inspiring Scottish Highlands, Elizabeth must learn the truth: is Ian merely a ruthless fortune hunter at heart?
“Well-developed main characters with a compelling mutual attraction give strength and charm to this romance set in nineteenth-century Great Britain” (Publishers Weekly).
Well-developed main characters with a compelling mutual attraction give strength and charm to this romance set in 19th-century Great Britain. When orphaned Lady Elizabeth Cameron is discovered in the arms of Ian Thornton, said to be a gambler and blackguard, her reputation is destroyed. Elizabeth's half-brother shoots Ian in a duel and disappears, while she becomes an outcast. Finally her uncle decides to marry her off, dangling a generous dowry to entice former suitors to reinstate their offers. A bungling secretary erroneously accepts on behalf of scornful Ian, so, baggage and duenna in tow, Elizabeth lands at the door of Ian's hunting lodge. They eye each other warily, irritation and sheer bafflement vying with passion. McNaught is at her best with these two willful lovers; and fans should welcome the reappearance of Jordan and Alexandra Townsende (from bestseller Something Wonderful ) . Fastidious readers may be irked when McNaught's prose plummets into ``the stormy splendor of the pagan kiss'' or by an occasional anachronism.