By Teresa Medeiros
"**AWAKENED by way of A KISS**
Laura Fairleigh wishes a husband. If she is to maintain a roof over her siblings’ heads, the prim rector’s daughter needs to wed by means of her twenty-first birthday. while she unearths a mysterious stranger with the face of an angel and the physique of Adonis subconscious within the woodland and without reminiscence of his identify or his earlier, she makes a decision to assert him for her personal. Little does she recognize that her fallen angel is actually the satan in hide.
Sterling Harlow, the infamous rakehell often called the “Devil of Devonbrooke,” awakens to the enthralling kiss of a stunning younger girl who informs him he's her long-lost betrothed. together with her sun-kissed cheeks and smattering of freckles, she appears to be like each inch the blameless, yet her curves own a woman’s attract. whilst she assures him he's the appropriate gentleman, he wonders if he’s misplaced his wits in addition to his reminiscence. He might have sworn he was once now not a guy to be happy with mere kisses—especially from lips as candy and luscious as Laura’s.As he makes an attempt to discover the reality sooner than their marriage ceremony evening, **A Kiss To Remember** ignites a keenness neither of them will ever manage to forget....
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Extra info for A Kiss to Remember (Fairleigh Sisters, Book 1)
Of my strange visitor there was no sign. Herman was sitting on the hearth looking unruffled, and I envied him his peace of mind. I was still thoroughly alarmed by the trespass. Especially when I looked to the front door and found it closed but unbarred. A quick search revealed that Fergus’s journal was gone. So my mysterious visitor was a thief—but perhaps a kind one, since he had bothered to make up the fire and drape me with a blanket. He also felt enough at home to make a pot of tea before departing.
Doubtless he had visited many times and knew the tides and where it was safe to stow a boat. And he had even used the kitchen before, because he was human, subject to the cold, not a devil or a sea monster who had no need for tea. And he had come at night because of the stupid villagers who were so hostile to strangers. Look at how they still treated me! Findloss was necessarily hermetic given its geography, and while not inbred in any physical sense, it was unusually xenophobic and superstitious.
I needed more information, and my only real hope of getting it was if Fergus had left some other journals or letters behind: Surely if this stranger had been a friend, Fergus would make some mention of him. And if he wasn’t a friend…? Well, he would probably mention that too. My Aunt Sophie—acquired through marriage and thought of without affection—was originally from Texas. She always said to my mother that I had a lot of quit in me. The stupid woman didn’t know me very well. What I had had were a lot of good manners drilled into me, and that kept me from contradicting her even when what she said was idiotic, self-serving or vicious, which was most of the time.