By Liz Carlyle
"From the grandeur of regency Mayfair to the darkish threat of London's East finish, Liz Carlyle sweeps you away with a robust tale of a love born opposed to all odds, as an honorable younger widow stands quickly opposed to the cynical rogue who turns out decided to eat her, middle and soul.
*A lady of advantage*
In the lonely months seeing that her husband's dying, Cecilia Lorimer has hidden her vacancy by means of devoting herself to a charity project for the unlucky girls of London's slums. but if the rushing Lord Delacourt takes keep an eye on, she feels an uncharacteristic urge to escape. simply six years past, Delacourt had confirmed himself to be the immoral rake society known as him, approximately ruining her popularity within the cut price.
It's whispered that the womanizing Delacourt is useless, vindictive, and cruel. yet he's a guy who honors his wagers -- and one consequence lands him in his brother-in-law's godforsaken challenge, face-to-face with the girl who has lengthy haunted his goals. whilst treachery closes in, merely he understands tips to safeguard Cecilia from the results of her personal rules. Can a profligate knave convince a virtuous girl that he's invaluable of her belief -- and her love?
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Hoped that someday they would meet again? " "And you aren't Andres Ramigio," the Duke of Holburn shot back-and she realized he didn't recall meeting her. Not one flicker of recognition crossed his face. The man of her dreams didn't remember her. It was a humiliating moment. He frowned at her fork, dusting off some imaginary piece of lint from his sleeve. "What are you going to do with that? " She meant the words. Chapter Two The tart's cool response to his comment caught Nick's attention. At last, he troubled himself to give her a good hard look and then almost dropped his jaw in stunned surprise.
There followed the door closing. A wine bottle was uncorked. "Drink this," the duke ordered. He filled the glass close to her place. He poured himself a glass before setting the bottle down. When she didn't drink he threw himself down impatiently in the chair beside her. He lifted his glass. " He drained his glass, then put it aside to take hers and place it in her hand. "Drink it. " She shot him a glance of surprise, her fingers automatically wrapping around the stem of her glass. " "We rakes don't like seducing pasty white things," he said in self-mockery.
Why hadn't she placed it in her pocket when she had a chance? "That's mine," Fiona said. " "But I'm not through asking questions," he said with no show of remorse. A lock of his hair fell over his forehead, giving him a boyishly handsome appearance. He was enjoying himself. "We weren't talking," Fiona snapped. " He shook the purse. " At that moment, the attraction Fiona felt for him vanished. How dare he hold her purse hostage? She'd earned that money. It was vital to her survival. And yet what could she do?