“You Are Trying to Fob Me Off. But I Shall Have You! I Adore You!”
Miss Alyssa Eliot's virtuous heart sank as she listened to the Marquess of Stanwood's wild declaration. The silly moonling was but nineteen, and Alyssa, at five-and-twenty, was firmly on the shelf. Whatever would his fierce father, the Duke of Carlyle, do when he learned of such a mesalliance?
Even so, no one could have predicted Carlyle's wrath -- or Alyssa's strange attraction to him. Only thirty-six, and still smarting from his deceased wife's scandalous behavior, he was more than willing to brand Alyssa a scheming strumpet.
He would teach her a lesson she would never forget... and learn one about love in the bargain.