Joanna Shupe returns to New York City’s Gilded Age, where fortunes and reputations are gained and lost with ease—and love can blossom from the most unlikely charade.
With the fate of her disgraced family resting on her shoulders, Lady Christina Barclay has arrived in New York City from London to quickly secure a wealthy husband. But when her parents settle on an intolerable suitor, Christina turns to her reclusive neighbor, a darkly handsome and utterly compelling inventor, for help.
Oliver Hawkes reluctantly agrees to a platonic marriage . . . with his own condition: The marriage must end after one year. Not only does Oliver face challenges that are certain to make life as his wife difficult, but more importantly, he refuses to be distracted from his life’s work—the development of a revolutionary device that could transform thousands of lives, including his own.
Much to his surprise, his bride is more beguiling than he imagined. When temptation burns hot between them, they realize they must overcome their own secrets and doubts, and every effort to undermine their marriage, because one year can never be enough.
Releasing September 25, 2018.
“I loved A Notorious Vow. I loved every second of this. I’m already looking forward to reading it a second time. And I will definitely be buying a print copy to cherish.”
— Night Owl Reviews (5 STARS, TOP PICK)
“A fast-paced story with a surprisingly modern feel from an expert writer of historical romance.”
— Kirkus Reviews
He stopped and peered into her eyes. “Am I . . . Is this what you want? I am probably overeager and pushing—”
“No, Oliver. I am merely nervous. Please, do not stop.”
Thank God. He stepped in and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I will not frighten you or make you uncomfortable in any way, I swear. I only intend to give you more of the same pleasure.”
“I believe you.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Shall I lie on the bed? Like last night?”
His brows dipped. Was she in a hurry? While he was eager to taste and touch her, he had to be honest: he was also nervous. Before last night, he had not been intimate with a woman in years. Above all else, he must remain in control. Proceed slowly and not alarm her. “Not yet. I want to do this right.”
“Is there a wrong way to do it?”
He stifled the laugh that rose in his throat, not wanting her to think he was making light of her questions. “No, at least not that I remember. Though it has been a few years for me.”
She nodded once, understanding in her eyes. “I swear I won’t complain, no matter how much it hurts.”
She thought to spare his feelings? What had the world done to this woman that she thought of everyone else’s happiness before her own? He stepped closer, close enough that her skirts brushed his legs, and he kissed her briefly. “Sweet Christina, I would not hurt you for the world. I only want to make you feel good.”
© Joanna Shupe