From Literary Times
This book could easily have been titled, Beauty and The Beast, but in this case, the hero, Marcus Wharton, is known as The Beau, who later turns into a beast. A superb story that really gets the reader involved. Captain Marcus Wharton is taking his twin, eight year old nieces to a house party when he is forced to stop. They spend the night in the stables and in his stupor, he thinks a French soldier is approaching them, but he quickly finds out he is a she, who is intent on going to London. Marcus and the twins escort Elizabeth Sheringham to her cousin, Julian, who happens to be Marcus's best friend. Marcus, known as The Beau and a notorious rakehell, kisses Eliza, and desires more. In London, Marcus insists Eliza stay at the inn while he finds her cousin, but she arrives first and Julian isn't there. Marcus comes dangerously close to seducing Eliza, but Julian arrives. For the first time, Julian questions Marcus's intentions towards his cousin, but both Marcus and Eliza assure him nothing happened. At the house party, Marcus again finds himself in a very compromising situation with Eliza, but this time, Julian insist he marry her, but Marcus refuses. To save her reputation, Julian challenges Marcus, and offers for her himself. Eliza kisses Julian, but tells Marcus that 'it was not there,' and he understands exactly what she is telling him. But before anything happens, both men leave that night for Waterloo. Marcus returns to Blackthorne Abbey scarred from battle and refusing to see anyone, even the twins, who are now his responsibility, as his brother is believed to have drowned. Marcus thinks of himself as a hideous beast and he lives in darkness, and washes away his pain with brandy. The twins are incorrigible and have driven away seven governess' so they beg Eliza to come. Marcus will let Eliza stay, as his wife, and she agrees. After his kiss, Eliza knows she loves him, but she has the daunting task of turning the beast into a loving human being yet she can't do it alone. Joan Johnston's After The Kiss is more than a satisfying romance! It quenches your desire for a top notch romance, and leaves you anxious to read her next book! Joan Johnston has written a passionate story that puts you on an emotional rollercoaster! The book, like the ride, will leave you exhilerated! Simply fabulous! Ms. Johnston's After The Kiss captivates from the beginning and leaves you satisfied at the end! After The Kiss is a romance novel that meets all your expectations!Gloria Miller -- Copyright © 1994-97 Literary Times, Inc. All rights reserved
Book Description
THE INNOCENT
Too tall and entirely too outspoken, Miss Eliza Sheringham grew up thumbing her nose at polite English society. So when Captain Lord Marcus Wharton, called Beau for his stunning good looks set his rakish sights on her, Eliza thought nothing of rejecting his advances. Until a stolen kiss swept her into the arms of a man too dangerous too love. . . .THE BEAU
Called to battle, Marcus left behind the woman who had captured his heart--and the scandal ignited by their kiss. His brother's disappearance made him Duke of Blackthorne, guardian of twin nieces who were rumored to be his own daughters. Badly scared in battle, the Beau had become the Beast of Blackthorne, a wounded animal destined to spend his life hiding in a shadowy wing of Blackthorne Abbey. THE BEAST
When Eliza Sheringham showed up on his doorstep proposing herself as governess for the incorrigible twins, the Beast demanded marriage as the price of the job. He knew she could never love him. Surely his looks would drive her away--now that he hungered for her more than life itself....
From the Publisher
High Praise for Award-Winning Joan Johnston and Her Previous Bestselling Novels:Captive"Captive is guaranteed to hold you in its thrall. . . A lovely reminder of what romance is all about. The author's talent brings everything to vivid life." -The Romance Reader "DELIGHTFUL!" -Atlantic Journal-ConstitutionMaverick Heart "Joan Johnston gives us a double dose of romance with a mature love story and one of young love. Readers will find themselves truly captivated by romances and the excitement of the chase and passion." -Romantic TimesThe Inheritance"An engrossing story." -Brazosport Facts
From the Inside Flap
THE INNOCENT
Too tall and entirely too outspoken, Miss Eliza Sheringham grew up thumbing her nose at polite English society. So when Captain Lord Marcus Wharton, called Beau for his stunning good looks set his rakish sights on her, Eliza thought nothing of rejecting his advances. Until a stolen kiss swept her into the arms of a man too dangerous too love. . . .
THE BEAU
Called to battle, Marcus left behind the woman who had captured his heart--and the scandal ignited by their kiss. His brother's disappearance made him Duke of Blackthorne, guardian of twin nieces who were rumored to be his own daughters. Badly scared in battle, the Beau had become the Beast of Blackthorne, a wounded animal destined to spend his life hiding in a shadowy wing of Blackthorne Abbey.
THE BEAST
When Eliza Sheringham showed up on his doorstep proposing herself as governess for the incorrigible twins, the Beast demanded marriage as the price of the job. He knew she could never love him. Surely his looks would drive her away--now that he hungered for her more than life itself....
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"Matchmaking is a dangerous business."
"I know that, Livy. But sometimes drastic measures are necessary." Charlotte, Countess of Denbigh, sat crosswise in a wing chair in the drawing room of Somersville Manor, swinging her patent-leather-clad feet back and forth. Although married to an earl for nearly a year, and a venerable eighteen years of age, Charlotte refused to be bound by the traditional way of doing things, even sitting in a chair. Life was so much more interesting, she thought, when things did not turn out as one expected.
Charlotte watched fascinated as her best friend and sister-in-law, Olivia, Duchess of Braddock, held her firstborn son to her breast. William, titled Earl of Comarty at birth, suckled noisily beneath a lace-edged cloth that veiled his gusty enjoyment of breakfast.
"Does it hurt?" Charlotte asked, drawn for a moment from the subject at hand by her curiosity about nursing a child.
"It did a little at first. Not anymore," Olivia said, smiling tenderly at her two-month-old son and brushing aside a lock of his golden hair.
"Have you let Reeve watch?"
"Charlotte," A pink flush began at Olivia's throat and headed for her cheeks. She kept her eyes downcast. "Whether I let my husband watch while I--"
"Have you?" Charlotte insisted, her gaze steady upon her friend, demanding an answer. She had a reason for asking. She might need to make such a decision herself sometime soon.
Olivia nodded, then looked up so Charlotte could see the inner glow of joy that lit her eyes. "Reeve loves to watch. He says...The silly man thinks I'm beautiful," she confessed breathlessly.
"You are," Charlotte said quietly. "Motherhood agrees with you."
Olivia gave her a questioning look. Charlotte ignored Livy's silent request for information, turning her head to stare into a crackling fire that took the edge from an unusually chilly May morning. She was not yet ready to divulge the truth.
In fact, Charlotte was in an "interesting condition," although she had so far kept the joyful secret to herself. The instant her husband discovered she was with child, Lion would insist--all in the name of protecting her and the babe--that they return home to Denbigh Castle from their visit with the Duke and Duchess of Braddock.
Charlotte had something important she wanted to accomplish first.
The house party that would shortly be forming at Somersville Manor in Sussex included a number of eligible bachelors Charlotte had asked Olivia to invite for a particular young lady's perusal. Charlotte greatly feared it was going to be as difficult to direct Miss Elizabeth Sheringham toward one of the many marital prospects available, as it would be to convince the prospects what a precious find Eliza would be.
"You met Eliza during the Christmas holiday," Charlotte said, turning her attention back to matchmaking. "What did you think of her?"
"Miss Sheringham is a lovely girl who--"
"Stubble it," Charlotte interrupted. "I want your honest opinion."
Olivia sighed at being put on the spot, but conceded, "She did seem a bit...sharp-tongued."
"The result of an agile wit," Charlotte said.
"I can understand why Miss Sheringham is ready to trade a barb for a jest," Olivia said. "It could not have been easy growing up under such a cloud of scandal. To this day no one knows the real reason why the Earl of Sheringham disinherited Eliza's father, only that it was something so awful the earl refused ever to receive his only son--or his son's wife and daughter--at Ravenwood again. Under the circumstances, it is no wonder the girl has no regard for--"
'The rigid rules of Society?"
"Anyone," Olivia finished. "However, when a person is hounded by gossip, as she must be, one must expect some--"
"Retaliation?"
"Rancor when the tabbies talk," Oliva continued, as though Charlotte had not spoken. "With no one but a blind, elderly aunt to keep her acid tongue in check, Miss Sheringham appears to be headed neck-or-nothing toward social disaster."
"Most likely she is," Charlotte agreed cheerfully. She shook her head in mock woefulness. "Such a pitiful lack of decorum." She grinned and added, "It is what I love most about her."
"Of course," Olivia said, smiling ruefully. "She reminds you of you."
"Exactly," Charlotte said with a laugh. "You must see it will take a very special man to recognize her for the marvelous wife she will make."
Olivia's brow furrowed. "I am afraid the situation is quite hopeless, Charlie. What gentleman would dare entangle himself with such a scandal-in-the-making?"
"Captain Lord Marcus Wharton, the Duke of Blackthorne's younger brother," Charlotte announced.
Olivia jerked in disbelief, but caught herself before the baby lost hold of his source of sustenance. "The Beau?' You must be joking! Captain Wharton is a rakehell and a rogue. A devoted Corinthian. And worst of all, a confirmed bachelor. What can you be thinking?"
'That he's absolutely perfect for Eliza."
"Miss Sheringham--even with her trenchant tongue--deserves better," Olivia countered.
"Rakes make the best husbands," Charlotte argued, sliding from her chair onto her knees in the thick Aubusson carpet at Olivia's feet. The chore was made easier because she still wore the breeches she had donned to ride that morning. "Look at you and Reeve. You're happy as larks."
"Reeve is...was...My situation is totally different."
"Why? How?"
"Reeve was ready for a leg-shackle when I met him and had a need to set up his nursery. Captain Wharton is still, shall we say, enjoying life somewhat too heartily," Olivia said.
"He is thirty," Charlotte said. "Lion was a year younger when we married."
"Lion was responsible for a sister and servants and a great deal of property for many years before that. Captain Wharton has no one's interest at heart but his own."
Olivia switched the baby to the opposite breast and carefully rearranged the lace-edged cloth before continuing. "Have you forgotten the Beau is a soldier, Charlie? And that Napoleon has recently escaped from Elba. Captain Wharton might be called back to battle at any time," Olivia said. "Surely you would not wish Miss Sheringham to marry him under such circumstances."
Charlotte paused. This was the argument against Captain Wharton she had found most difficult to overcome in her own mind. Not only was the Beau a soldier, but he was said to be dashingly brave and gallant--well, all right, foolhardy--in the face of danger. The reckless fellow was likely to get himself killed in battle, and Charlotte would be forced to go through this entire process with Eliza all over again.
"Eliza has not even met him yet," Charlotte said, reaching out a forefinger to William and watching as his tiny fingers closed strongly around it. "And here you are finding reasons why he will not make a good husband."
Excerpted from After the Kiss by Joan Johnston. Copyright © 1997 by Joan Johnston. Excerpted by permission of Dell, a division of the Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
After the Kiss FROM THE PUBLISHER
THE INNOCENT
Too tall and entirely too outspoken, Miss Eliza Sheringham grew up thumbing her nose at polite English society. So when Captain Lord Marcus Wharton, called Beau for his stunning good looks set his rakish sights on her, Eliza thought nothing of rejecting his advances. Until a stolen kiss swept her into the arms of a man too dangerous too love. . . .
THE BEAU
Called to battle, Marcus left behind the woman who had captured his heartand the scandal ignited by their kiss. His brother's disappearance made him Duke of Blackthorne, guardian of twin nieces who were rumored to be his own daughters. Badly scared in battle, the Beau had become the Beast of Blackthorne, a wounded animal destined to spend his life hiding in a shadowy wing of Blackthorne Abbey.
THE BEAST
When Eliza Sheringham showed up on his doorstep proposing herself as governess for the incorrigible twins, the Beast demanded marriage as the price of the job. He knew she could never love him. Surely his looks would drive her awaynow that he hungered for her more than life itself....