title: Season for Surrender
author:  Theresa Romain 
description: <span>"[A] holiday charmer that is rife with lively wit, delightful prose, and an abundance of unforgettable characters."</span><br /><span>--</span><b><i>Library Journal</i></b><br /><br />"[A] sensual journey of two intelligent and complex people. The dialogue will have you laughing, squirming and keeping score of direct hits. ...a fantastic holiday read."<br />--<b><i>Night Owl Reviews,</i>4-1/2 stars, Top Pick!</b><br /><br />"Romain's second tale is another holiday romance that demonstrates her ability to craft well-written stories full of lovely prose and endearing characters who readers can take to their hearts. The bookworm heroine and troubled hero working at making impossible dreams come true will most definitely warm the spirit and leave readers feeling happy and fulfilled."<br /> --<b><i>RT Book Reviews</i>, 4 Stars, K.I.S.S. (Knight in Shining Silver) hero award</b><br /><br />"Romain dishes up a charming Christmas Regency confection complete with a sassy dowager aunt, a virginal bluestocking, and a pair of rakish cousins...A sweet treat for Regency fans."<br /> --<b><i>Publishers Weekly</i></b><br /><br />"Witty, romantic, and deep. ...I loved everything about this book."<br /> --<b><i>The Season for Romance</i>, 4-1/2 stars, Top Pick!</b>
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  ATONEMENT
  
  It had never seemed so sweet, or so sensual, as Edmund took his bride’s
  ungloved hand in his. Her fingertips were calloused from needlework, the skin
  roughened. Her straitened life had formed her, this woman who would rather
  play cards than sew, who wondered at the miracle wrought by a new coat of
  paint.
  
  He rubbed her fingers, and the touch sank deeply within him. She smelled clean
  like soap, her skin free from perfume.
  
  He liked it, and suddenly it was not enough to hold her hand anymore. His body
  acted without orders, bending to sweep her up, catch her behind the knees and
  hold her lengthwise in his arms.
  
  “Consider me enticed,” he said. “Enticed, and entirely unmannerly.” When Jane
  laughed, it felt like a victory.
  
  “I should show you more of the house now,” he said.
  
  “You really should,” Jane agreed. “Starting with the bedchamber.”
  
  And he carried her upstairs.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Other titles by Theresa Romain
  
  Season for Temptation
  
    
  
  Season for Surrender
  
    
  
  