A Visit From Sir Nicholas

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Harper Collins, Oct 13, 2009 - Fiction - 384 pages

Everyone knows that an Effington always getsher way ... but this time it's not going to be easy!

Lady Elizabeth Effington simply could not suitably feel the joy of the Christmas season. Ten years had passed since she had boldly declared her love for Sir Nicholas Collingsworth. He rebuffed her and set out to seek his fortunes, while Elizabeth was left a woman scorned. Now, she discovers in horror that the inheritance she's managed beautifully was never hers to control. No, power over her finances lay in the hands of the last man she ever wants to see again: Nicholas!

But running Elizabeth's life isn't part of Nick's plans. He's intrigued when he discovers that the frivolous and flighty girl he once knew has turned into a beautiful and capable woman. Nick vows to woo -- and win -- her, and while she seems unmoved by his fervent seduction, he swears he will not rest until she accepts that most precious gift of all -- the gift of love.

 

Contents

Section 1
1
Section 2
3
Section 3
20
Section 4
38
Section 5
61
Section 6
63
Section 7
78
Section 8
101
Section 12
183
Section 13
214
Section 14
234
Section 15
253
Section 16
270
Section 17
300
Section 18
318
Section 19
336

Section 9
128
Section 10
147
Section 11
163
Section 20
354
Section 21
363
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About the author (2009)

#1 New York Times bestselling author Victoria Alexander was an award-winning television reporter until she discovered fiction was more fun than real life. She is the author of thirty-one novels, and her books have been translated into more than a dozen languages. Victoria lives in Omaha, Nebraska, with her long-suffering husband and two dogs, in a house under endless renovation and never-ending chaos.

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