She was laced within an inch of her life. The woman’s body jerked on a snore-not a small or kittenish sound, that, but a phlegm-filled snort, the more startling because her rib cage didn’t look large enough to produce a whisper. Summer in Cornwall was better suited to lemonade. Meanwhile, all around him, the sun was splashing brightly across glossy green leaves, and birds sang in the flowering branches of the camellias.
It being a Wednesday, the gardener and job-boy were both at their homes in the village for the morning. He cast a look around the garden, but no help was forthcoming. And she was drunk, was she not? He did not think it was the flowers exuding the stench of whisky. It was not yet seven o’clock-no time of day to be drunk.
The scent of bergamot still lingered on his palm from his morning tea. He rubbed his eyes, feeling insufficiently awake to manage such novelties. Her diamond tiara, one hoped, was made of paste. Christ, what a wild thought! A trap? His brother was not quite so Machiavellian as that. He took one step backward before catching himself. He stood staring down at her for a long moment. She was one of the more beautiful women he’d ever seen, all creamy skin and long, spiraling, chestnut hair-and she was dressed as though for a ball. She looked inexplicably familiar, though Michael did not think he would have forgotten such a face. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.Ī drunkard lay snoring in his rosebushes.
How can such passionate players negotiate a marriage of necessity-when their hearts have needs of their own? With such a captivating opponent, Michael isn’t quite sure who is winning the game. Elizabeth Chudderley is delightful, delicious-and distressingly attractive. But when duty threatens to trump everything he desires, the only way out is marriage to a woman of his brother’s choosing. Raised in scandal, Lord Michael de Grey is convinced that love is a losing gamble-and seduction the only game worth playing. Behind the gaiety and smiles lies a secret longing-for something, or someone, to whisk her away. But her friends and admirers would be stunned to know the truth: that the merriest widow in London is also the loneliest. In the social whirl of Regency England, Elizabeth Chudderley is at the top of every guest list, the life of every party, and the belle of every ball. When a wicked widow meets a sexy doctor, sparks fly in this sizzling and evocative Regency romance.
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