Lord Wycliffe Had Finally Met His Match . . .
With golden hair and eyes of springtime green, Charlotte Trowbridge was the toast of the London Season. "An incomparable goddess" her dazzled admirers proclaimed. But the Earl of Wycliffe knew she was only a vicar’s daughter, with the taste of heaven on her lips!
Methodical. Logical. Orderly. Charlotte would also have to add devilishly handsome to her description of Lord Wycliffe. Still, the man was desperately in need of some loosening up, and it looked as though she was the only woman capable of rattling his famous reserve.
Harlequin Historical - HH # 258