THE DEBUTANTE IS MINE, the first book in the Season's
Original series by Vivienne Lorret, is a sweet romantic
novel that sweeps you away with an engaging story line and
adorable characters.
Lilah Appleton has one last chance to find a titled husband
before the end of Season or she will be forced to marry her
wretched cousin because of her father's will. Lilah
desperately need help to become the Season's Original (whose
style and character shine above others), since she is plain
and forgettable, in order to catch the eye of a titled husband.
So when the handsome and totally unsuitable Jack Marlowe
offers to help her, she accepts his offer
but can she resist the tempting rogue......
Jack Marlowe is the bastard son of the Earl of Dovermere and
loathes the aristocracy. Although the Earl acknowledged
Jack as soon as he found out about his existence, Jack still
can't put his prejudice for the aristocracy aside. But when
he meets Lilah, he realizes not all the aristocrats look
down on him.
THE DEBUTANTE IS MINE is a light and an easy read with
wonderful dialogue and charming characters. A Regency story
with the hero and heroine clothed in insecurities, they
overcome difficulties to
be strong and have their happily ever after. I am looking
forward to read the next in this new and delightful series.
From the Season Standard: “A true Season’s
Original
embodies the class, grace, and style of the ton. Such an
honor ensures the recipient her pick of eligible
suitors…”
Lilah Appleton’s prospects are looking dim. With one last
chance to find a titled husband before she’s forced to
wed her wretched cousin, she must make this Season count.
Plain, forgettable Lilah must become the Season’s
Original. Desperate, she seeks help from the devilishly
charming, untitled, and thoroughly unsuitable Jack
Marlowe. All she must do now is resist the tempting
rogue…
Bastard son and self-made man, Jack Marlowe loathes the
aristocracy. When he meets Lilah, he expects her to be
like all the other greedy husband-hunters. But she’s far
more dangerous. Her alluring smiles and sharp tongue
intrigue him. Before he knows it, he agrees to help her
find a husband, revealing tricks to ensnare any man. The
only problem is, his plan works too well—on him.
When Lilah becomes the belle of the ball, Jack realizes
he may lose her forever—unless he can take a chance on
love and claim his debutante...
Excerpt
“Since I cannot move forward, the gentlemanly thing for
you to do is to step back.”
“Why can’t you move forward?” His breath skimmed across
her nape, teasing the tendrils that must have come loose
earlier, when their carriage had hit the rut.
She shivered, closing her eyes. “I know very well that
you do not care about my answer. All you are doing is
delaying the removal of your hand from my . . .”
She’d said the word a moment ago. So why couldn’t she say
it now? Likely, because that part of her body had
suddenly become the center of her world. It was now a
place of intimacy and forbidden touches.
“Waist?” he supplied, moving his fingertips in such a way
that it made her stomach quiver—not on the surface but
someplace deeper inside.
“Person,” she corrected, yet noticed her thready word
lacked censure. She tried again. “You really should not
be touching me here.”
“If I were assisting you into a barouche, I would have
both my hands on your . . . person.”
Both of his hands on her? She tried not to imagine it.
When she felt an enthralling warmth spread through her,
she knew she’d failed. “No. I mean here, in the ballroom.
If anyone should see, the result would be catastrophic
for both of us.”
Her reputation would be ruined. He would be expected to
marry her. They both knew, however, that he would not.
His conduct indicated that he cared little for the
principles of society. He didn’t even like her. And more
important, she reminded herself, she despised him.
“Indeed. The rules that govern your actions must be
obeyed.” With those hard-edged words, he dropped his hand
and stepped back.
Lilah immediately missed his warmth and hated herself for
it. She turned to face him, a reprimand at the ready. “If
we didn’t have rules, then society would be full of men
like you who enjoy taking liberties.”
He lifted his tawny brows. “You don’t think society would
be full of women taking liberties?”
She blinked, caught off guard by the question and by the
very idea. Women taking liberties?
Spinning a web to decide her fate . . .
It was an unexpectedly intriguing proposition for a woman
in her circumstances. Now, however, was not the time to
ponder it. “I will not imagine such a thing. After all,
if I were to have placed my hand on your person, then you
would have removed it. Men do not wait upon politeness.”
“I wouldn’t have removed your hand . . . from anywhere on
my person.” He grinned, making her regret the example
she’d used. Then he spread his arms out in invitation.
“Please tell me you require proof.”