In My Wildest Dreams (Governess Brides, Book 4)

By Christina Dodd

"Reminiscent of the vintage motion picture Sabrina, this heartwarming Victorian-era remedy will please Christina Dodd's many fans." -- Publisher's Weekly

Since she used to be a bit lady, Celeste has had one burning hope: to marry wealthy, good-looking Ellery Throckmorton. The schooling she gets on the unusual Academy of Governesses provides Celeste a refinement that enhances her ravishing attractiveness, and makes her daring romantic dream extra possible. yet, unluckily, temptation will get within the way...

For anywhere Celeste turns, it isn't Ellery she encounters, yet his interesting older brother Garrick. She can't put out of your mind the fluttering of her middle each time Garrick deigns to grin at her. And the fervour she senses smoldering underneath his bold regulate tempts her in a fashion a girl mustn't ever allow...

Book #5 of Christina Dodd's most well liked ancient series, The Governess Brides, in publication and paperback!

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He used to be too outdated, too solemn, too accountable. every little thing Ellery used to be now not. yet neither used to be he indecisive, for whilst she hesitated, he amassed her to him. His arm wrapped round her waist, his hand stuck her hand, and with out giving her a second to regulate to the feeling of being in his hands, he swept her away. He shouldn’t were capable of waltz. Businessmen shouldn’t have the capacity to make the tune come alive with movement. yet whereas Mr. Throckmorton danced with no thrives or extravagance, his motions have been dependent, his gait gentle.

He begun towards the swing. Hyacinth gave Kiki a push. Ellery’s daughter shrieked back. Celeste watched for a second, then took Penelope by way of the hand, and walked . . . towards him. Her eyes met his. She smiled. yet he hadn’t learned Celeste knew he was once at any place close to. He used to be dressed just like the different males in a depressing jacket and trousers. He had some distance at the back of the throng. and he or she had by no means appeared to see him. Now she acted as though she had identified all alongside. Celeste famous every thing that went on round her, both via a normal, vibrant information, or via education through a grasp of intelligence, or either.

She gave the briefest of well mannered curtsies. “I needs to attend the youngsters. If you’ll excuse me—” “Don’t worry,” Stanhope introduced, “you’ve obtained Throckmorton through the quick hairs. ” She stood inventory nonetheless, shocked via his impudence. “You . . . vulgarian! ” “He is enamored with you. ” Her fickle, silly middle gave a musical little trill. “He . . . who . . . Throckmorton instructed you that? ” Stanhope really placed one among his boots at the glossy floor of Throckmorton’s immaculately carved table. “Oh, convinced. yet he thinks you’re silly.

Celeste grinned at him. Digging into her oatmeal with an urge for food she by no means dared reveal above stairs, she happy the worst of her starvation and seemed as much as locate Esther observing along with her palms put on her huge hips. “Nothing like solid cookin’, is there? ” the prepare dinner stated, her Scottish burr hot and pleasant. “The top I’ve had in years,” Celeste spoke back. Herne, an inveterate gossip and a nosy parker, or so Milford referred to as him, shifted from foot to foot. “If ye’re performed consuming, Celeste, let us know how’s it going with Mr.

And since he mentioned her breasts as though he held each correct over her physique, her center thumped in an uncomfortable, abnormal beat. It used to be virtually as though she’d been operating from him, and he’d stuck her, and could do along with her as he happy. yet she hadn’t been operating from him. Had she? And he definitely hadn’t been giving chase. Had he? with out a shred of disgrace or decency, he untied the ribbon of her bodice. She had double knotted it, yet he proved dexterous and fast. Celeste shuffled her ft to the facet, making an attempt madly to sneak away.

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