Once upon a time, in a more carefree life, I met a man. Our gazes connected over the top of his newspaper as he watched me suffer through the most embarrassing moment of my life. Older, sophisticated, and so very hot, he saved me from that awkward encounter, then tried to send me away with a pat on my head. But I wasnāt going anywhereāand the rest, as the saying goes, is history...passionate, heart-stopping, the night-of-my-life kind of history. There was just one tiny problem: I lied to him. I told him I was a tourist and only in town for one night. So he wasnāt too impressed when I turned up again...in his Scottish castleāyes, his freakinā castleāwith his killer suit traded for a kilt and his seductive smile for a frown. When he glowers my way, I donāt know if I should be worried or turned onābecause the Duke of Dalforth has secrets heās not sharing...and a brother whoād like nothing more than to cut in on him. When I do the wrong thing for the right reason, I have to believe itāll work out in the end...because the duke is No Ordinary Gentleman and Iām just a normal girl, fighting not to fall in love with him.
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Emmely
27-9-2023
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