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#1 New York Times bestseller Julie Garwood “attracts readers like beautiful heroines attract dashing heroes” (USA TODAY)! In her stunning classic historical love story of an impetuous duke and his headstrong lover, she proves yet again why she’s the undisputed queen of romance.
Of all the rakish dukes in England, Jered Marcus Benton, the Duke of Bradford, is the wealthiest, the most handsome—and the most arrogant. And of all London’s enchanting ladies, he seeks the affections of only one—Caroline Richmond, a ravishing beauty from Boston with a mysterious past and a fiery spirit. Bradford will bend to no woman, no matter how enticingly close he grows to Caroline or how determined she is to win his lasting love. But when a deadly intrigue unites the pair against a common enemy, they discover the power of a burning passion ignited by danger and destined to flame into love.
Acclaimed for her masterful storytelling, #1 New York Times bestselling author Julie Garwood is “a trusted brand name in romantic fiction” (People) who first made her mark with her lively, page-turning historical romances.
mistress and Loretta—” “Caroline, credit me with a little common sense,” he returned. “I’ve had men trailing the two of them for a long time now.” “Are you certain that Loretta’s in on it?” Caroline asked, getting decidedly nervous. Bradford sighed and slowly nodded his head. “Go and get ready,” he suggested. Caroline rushed up the steps but Bradford halted her with his comment. “Sweetheart? Try not to look too surprised when you see your uncle’s newest employee.” “And who might that be?”
she said, pulling his head down to hers, “is my welcome for my husband.” She kissed him long and hard, teasing him with her tongue as she clung to him. “I have learned that the only time you call me Jered is when you want me to take you to bed,” Bradford whispered. “How very astute,” Caroline returned. Her eyes were warm and inviting, her love there for him to see. One of the strangers grumbled something in his sleep, and Bradford’s attention turned to them. “Caroline, who are they?” Caroline
had only been four when she became their “baby.” It was only natural that Charity’s brothers would become her brothers. Surely he knew that her early memories would fade with new surroundings and a new family. Guilt invaded her thoughts. He had made a sacrifice for her. Mama had told her that countless times! She had explained that the earl wanted his daughter to have a stable family life and felt that she would be more content, more loved, with his younger brother and his family. Why hadn’t he
with them now,” her father hedged. “Your mother’s brother, the Marquis of Aimsmond, and I have not spoken to one another in fourteen years. Because he does attend some of the gatherings, I do not. That is a rather simple explanation but enough for now I think.” Caroline was far too curious to let the matter drop. “Fourteen years? Why, that’s the length of time I’ve been away.” “Exactly,” her father agreed with a nod. “The marquis was furious over your departure and stated, in public, that he
straw clinging to her hair. And, he thought with cynicism, the man she was romping with. He knew he was jumping to conclusions but there she stood with her bosom more out than in, and a torn gown that did indicate mischief. The more he thought about it, the less sense it made. And yet … Caroline watched the play of emotions cross Bradford’s face. She decided that both he and Milford had stared at her long enough. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and noticed then that Milford had