One Night for Love: A Novel by Mary Balogh (English) Paperback Book

Description: One Night for Love by Mary Balogh The Earl of Kilbourne, Neville Wyatt, returns to England broken-hearted after losing his beautiful bride, Lily, during the war, but just when Neville begins piecing his world back together, Lily reappears and joins him in a new battle against their oppressive world. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description One reckless man . . . One passionate woman.Enter the world of Mary Balogh—the glittering ballrooms and vast country estates of Regency-era England, where romance, with all its mystery, magic, and surprises, comes vibrantly alive.It was a perfect morning in May . . . Neville Wyatt, Earl of Kilbourne, awaited his bride at the altar—when a ragged beggar woman raced down the aisle instead. The cream of the ton saw him stare, shocked, then declare that this was his wife! One night of passion was all he remembered as he beheld Lily, the woman hed wed, loved, and lost on the battlefield in Portugal. Now he said hed honor his commitment to her—regardless of the gulf that lay between them. Then Lily spoke her mind . . . She said she wanted only to start a new life—wanted only a husband who truly loved her. She had to leave him to learn how to meet his world on her terms. So Lily agreed to earn her keep as his aunts companion and study the genteel arts. Soon she was the toast of the ton, every inch a countess fit for the earl, who vowed to prove to his remarkable wife that what he felt for her was far more than desire, that what he wanted from her was much more than . . . One Night for Love. Author Biography New York Times bestselling, multi-award-winning author Mary Balogh grew up in Wales, land of sea and mountains, song and legend. She brought music and a vivid imagination with her when she came to Canada to teach. There she began a second career as a writer of books that always end happily and always celebrate the power of love. There are over four million copies of her Regency romances and historical romances in print. Review Mary Balogh is the writer I read for pleasure."--Susan Elizabeth Phillips "Ms. Balogh is a veritable treasure, a matchless storyteller who makes our hearts melt with delight."-- "Romantic Times". "Balogh is truly a find." -- "Publishers Weekly. Review Quote "Mary Balogh is the writer I read for pleasure."Susan Elizabeth Phillips "Ms. Balogh is a veritable treasure, a matchless storyteller who makes our hearts melt with delight." Romantic Times "Balogh is truly a find." Publishers Weekly Excerpt from Book Despite the early hour and the chilly weather, the yard of the White Horse Inn in Fetter Lane, London, was crowded and noisy. The stagecoach for the West Country was preparing to make its daily run. Few passengers had yet boarded; most were milling about anxiously to see that their luggage had been properly stowed. Hawkers attempted to sell their wares to passengers for whom the day would be long and tedious. Grooms bustled about their business. Ragged children, when they were not being shooed back into the street, darted about, feeding on the excitement. The guard blew his horn, a deafening warning that the coach would be departing within a few minutes and anyone with a ticket would be well advised to climb aboard. Captain Gordon Harris, looking smart in the green regimentals of the Ninety-fifth Rifles, and his young wife, who was warmly and modishly dressed, looked somewhat out of place in such inelegant surroundings. But they were not themselves passengers. They had accompanied a woman to the White Horse in order to see her on her way. Her appearance was in marked contrast to theirs. While she was clean and tidy, she was undeniably shabby. She wore a simple high-waisted cotton dress with a shawl for warmth. Both garments looked well worn and well washed. Her bonnet, which had perhaps once been pretty even if never quite modish, had clearly shielded its wearer from one too many rainstorms. Its wide brim was limp and misshapen. She was a young woman--indeed, she was so small and so slight of frame that she might at first glance have been mistaken for a mere girl. But there was something about her that drew second, more lingering glances from several of the men who were busy about their various tasks. There were beauty and grace and some indefinable air of femininity about her to proclaim that she was indeed a woman. "I must be getting into the coach," she said with a smile for the captain and his wife. "You need not stay here any longer. It is too cold to be standing about." She held out both her slim hands to Mrs. Harris, though she looked alternately at both of them. "How will I ever be able to thank you sufficiently for all you have done for me?" Tears sprang to Mrs. Harriss eyes, and she enfolded the young woman tightly in her arms. "We have done nothing of any great significance," she said. "And now we are abandoning you to travel on the stage, the very cheapest form of transportation, when you might have gone more respectably by post chaise or at the very worst by the mailcoach." "I have borrowed enough from you," the young woman said, "without indulging in needless extravagances." "Borrowed." Mrs. Harris removed a lace-edged handkerchief from her reticule and dabbed at her eyes with it. "It is still not too late to alter your plans, you know." Captain Harris took one of the young womans hands in both of his own. "Come back to our hotel with us for breakfast and I shall write that letter even before I eat, and send it on its way. I daresay there will be an answer within the week." "No, sir," she told him quite firmly, though she smiled. "I cannot wait. I must go." He did not argue further but sighed, patted her hand, and then impulsively pulled her into a hug as his wife had done. By that time she was in danger of losing the inside seat he had quite adamantly insisted upon. He had even slipped the coachman a tip to ensure her a window seat for the long journey to the village of Upper Newbury in Dorsetshire. But a large woman, who looked as if she might be ready to take on any coachman or any army captain who dared cross her, or indeed both at once, was already settling herself into the only window seat still available. The young woman had to squeeze herself into a middle seat. But she did not appear to share the captains wrath. She smiled and lifted a hand in farewell. As she did so, the guards horn blew again as a warning to everyone nearby that the stage was about to begin its journey. Mrs. Harriss gloved hand was still raised in an answering farewell wave after the stagecoach had rumbled out of the yard, turned onto the street, and disappeared from sight. "I have never in my life known anyone so stubborn," she said, using her handkerchief again. "Or anyone so dear. What will become of her, Gordon?" The captain sighed once more. "I fear she is doing the wrong thing," he said. "Almost a year and a half has passed, and what seemed like madness even at the time will doubtless be a total impossibility now. But she does not understand." "Her sudden appearance is going to come as a dreadful shock," Mrs. Harris said. "Oh, foolish girl to have refused to delay even a few days while you wrote a letter. How will she manage, Gordon? She is so small and so frail and so--so innocent. I fear for her." "For as long as I have known Lily," Captain Harris replied, "she has looked much the same, though admittedly she is thinner than she used to be. The appearance of fragility and innocence are largely illusory, though. We know that she has been through a great deal that would severely test the roughest and toughest of my men. But she must have experienced worse things that we can only imagine." "I prefer not even to try," his wife said fervently. "She has survived, Maisie," he reminded her, "with her pride and her courage intact. And her sweetness too--she seems not to have been embittered. Despite everything there still appears to be more than a touch of innocence about her." "What will he do when she arrives?" she asked as they began to walk back to their hotel for breakfast. "Oh dear, he really ought to have been warned." Details ISBN0440226007 Author Mary Balogh Short Title 1 NIGHT FOR LOVE Pages 384 Language English ISBN-10 0440226007 ISBN-13 9780440226000 Media Book DEWEY FIC Year 1999 Imprint Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Replaces 9780440244196 Residence Saskatchewan, -CN Series The Bedwyn DOI 10.1604/9780440226000 Series Number 1 Subtitle A Novel AU Release Date 1999-07-13 NZ Release Date 1999-07-13 US Release Date 1999-07-13 UK Release Date 1999-07-13 Publisher Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Inc Format Paperback Publication Date 1999-07-13 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:2612151;

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