The Heart of Christmas by Mary Balogh & Nicola Cornick & Mary Balogh Nicola Cornick Courtney Milan

The Heart of Christmas by Mary Balogh & Nicola Cornick & Mary Balogh Nicola Cornick Courtney Milan

Author:Mary Balogh & Nicola Cornick & Mary Balogh, Nicola Cornick, Courtney Milan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: 0
Published: 2009-09-30T21:00:00+00:00


SHE HAD BEEN KISSED for the first time. Thoroughly, expertly, ruthlessly kissed by a man who was a thorough, ruthless expert. She knew she should feel shocked or offended or both. The trouble was, it had been wonderful.

Clara curled up on her bedroom window seat and watched the snow falling. The clouds were breaking now, shreds of moonlight showing in the blackness, glittering on the white branches of the trees as the tiny flakes fell softly then finally ceased. It was very late and the city was quiet. Clara leaned her head against the cold pane and thought of Sebastian Fleet.

She supposed she had been in love with him from the start. That realization did not excuse her behavior but it certainly explained it. She should have slapped his face. Instead she had pulled him closer with a hunger that had startled her as much as it had no doubt astounded him. The experience had been like feast after famine, joy after long nights of loneliness.

She sighed, wrapping her arms about her knees and curling up tighter still. When he let her go she had realized what had been an earth-shattering experience for her was for him no more than a pleasant encounter with a pretty girl. The vast gap between the two of them—the experienced rake and the never-been-kissed debutante—had never seemed starker.

Now was the moment to accept the truth and relinquish her fantasy.

Sebastian Fleet would never love her as she loved him.

As she wanted to be loved.

As she deserved to be loved.

She pressed her fingertips to the cold glass. Outside the night was beautiful but frozen. The trees were still as statues. Above the trees swung a little star, glittering in the deep dark of the night, sometimes obscured by the scurrying cloud, sometimes shining bright, growing in strength.

Have hope.

Have faith.

Clara shook her head slightly. She slid off the seat and let the curtain fall back into place. The room was warm and quiet. She felt lonely.



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