Nicola and the ViscountZondervan, 06/10/2009 - 272 páginas A breezy, funny Regency romance with an unforgettable heroine—from the bestselling author of The Princess Diaries series and many well-loved romances. Nicola Sparks has fallen in love, big time. The object of her dreams is the fabulously rich Lord Sebastian, he of the ice-blue eyes, golden hair, and full-on mastery of the dance floor. To Nicky, Lord S. is a god. But are gods always quite as perfect as they are meant to be? Nicola, sixteen and an orphan, always gets what she wants. She's ready to dive headlong into her first glittering London society season. She's also ready to dive headlong into the arms of handsome and debonair Lord Sebastian. Nicola's dream is a proposal from the viscount—a dream she's about to realize at last! So naturally, Nathaniel Sheridan's insinuations about her fiancé's flawed character annoy her mightily. But when Nicola's natural curiosity gets the best of her, she begins to piece together a few things for herself. To her great surprise, Nicola realizes she's had the wrong viscount all along . . . but is it too late to make things right? Nicola could feel Lord Sebastian's heart beating. It was the most delightful feeling in the world. Surely it meant that The God liked her. More than simply liked her—loved her even. It had to! It just had to! |
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... stay with us, Nicola, for as long as you like.” “As if she would want to,” Eleanor cried, turning away from the sun-filled window she'd gone to stand before. “Why, Nicky's had invitations to come and live with some of the richest girls ...
... stay at a time when her own daughter—who is no picture, mind you, for all her money—will be angling for a husband.” Nicola realized that what she'd thought to be an insult of the worst kind had actually turned out to be rather a nice ...
... staying with you, after all.” Lady Sheridan, looking a bit startled, nevertheless returned Nicola's hug, patting her fondly on the shoulder. “You are a sweet girl, Nicola,”Lady Sheridan admitted. “I think you've done a world of good for ...
... stay with the Bartholomews, are you, Nicky?” “What if I am?” Nicola wanted to know, as she reached for the bonnet her maid held. “They are perfectly nice people.” “Perfectly rich people, you mean,” Phillip said. “No wonder Nicky's staying ...
... staying with Lord and Lady Farelly, Nicola?” “My uncle?” Nicola shot Lady Sheridan a bewildered glance. “The Grouser,” Eleanor ... stay with him and that dreadful milksop of a son of his in London. Wasn't he, Nicky?” Lady Sheridan 14.
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