By Eloisa James
A duke needs to opt for properly . . .
Leopold Dautry, the infamous Duke of Villiers, needs to wed fast and nobly—and his offerings, unluckily, are few. The Duke of Montague's daughter, Eleanor, is exquisitely appealing and fiercely clever. Villiers betroths himself to her with out extra ado.
After all, no different girl relatively qualifies. Lisette, the outspoken daughter of the Duke of Gilner, cares not anything for garments or decorum. She's engaged to a different guy, and doesn't supply a fig for prestige or name. part the ton believes Lisette mad—and Villiers is susceptible to agree.
Torn among good judgment and keenness, among intelligence and mind's eye, Villiers reveals himself interested in the very fringe of impropriety. however it isn't really until eventually he's in a duel to the dying, struggling with for the popularity of the girl he loves, that Villiers eventually realizes that the best threat is probably not within the dueling box . . .
But within the bed room. And the guts.
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