An Heiress To Remember

In the third novel of Maya Rodale’s enthralling new Gilded Age series, a divorced duchess and a self-made tycoon get a second chance at love.

Book #3  in the Gilded Age Girls Club series :: Pub Date: April, 2020 :: Publisher: Avon :: ISBN: 978-0062838841

Book #3 in the Gilded Age Girls Club series :: Pub Date: April, 2020 :: Publisher: Avon :: ISBN: 978-0062838841

 

Can a scandalous heiress…
Beatrice Goodwin left Manhattan a duchess and has returned a divorcee, ready to seize control of her fate and the family business. Goodwin’s Department Store, once the pinnacle of fashion, has fallen from favor thanks to Dalton’s, its glamorous competitor across the street. But this rivalry has a distinctly personal edge…

And a self-made tycoon…
For Wes Dalton, Beatrice has always been the one—the one who broke his young heart by marrying a duke, and now, the one whose cherished store he plans to buy, just so he can destroy it. It’s the perfect revenge against a family who believed he’d never be good enough for their daughter—until Beatrice’s return complicates everything…

Find happily ever after at last?
While Goodwin’s and Dalton’s duel to be the finest store in Gilded Age Manhattan, Beatrice and Wes succumb to a desire that has only deepened with time. Adversaries by day, lovers by night, both will soon have to decide which is sweeter: winning the battle, or thoroughly losing their hearts…

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In which rivals just might become lovers.

 

“What is that look, Dalton? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you wanted to kiss me.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he said sharply.

“Or what?” Beatrice challenged.

“Or I just might.”

“Oooh,” she breathed. “Oh, I am so…”

“So what, Beatrice?”

Dalton took a step close, too close. There were mere inches separating their thundering hearts. He either wanted to kiss her or throttle her, and it took all of his self-control to keep himself in check.

This was not how he usual conducted business.

He would never stand so close.

He would never feel so much.

He would never think of kissing.

That’s what this felt like. A prelude to a kiss. An up-against-the-wall, cannot-even-breathe, about-to-explode, scorching kiss. One long overdue.

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