Having been raised by an eccentric Irish grandmother, Deirdre Darrington was clearly too impulsive and rather too forthright for a lady of the ton. But the headstrong miss's fanciful facade bid a heart that was fair to breaking with love for a man who was supposed to be her friend, not her suitor. To make matters worse, the adored Clive Chadbourne was affianced to her very own stepsister! How could Deirdre manage to be his June bride without ceasing altogether to mind her manners?
How in the world was Clive Chadbourne, third son of the Earl of Moulton, newly returned war hero, and very much the gentleman, supposed to bide the fact that be was less than devastated when his fiancée suddenly broke their engagement? And why did be suspect that coy little Deirdre might have put a spoke in her dear stepsister's wheel — and might have an eye for him herself? Come to think of it, Deirdre wasn't so little anymore. In fact, she was really a most attractive minx! Perhaps the time had come to see her in a different light . . . the light of love!
Hon. Clive Chadbourne (earl's younger son) & Deirdre Darrington