By Sophie Jordan
She works to stay . . .
One may imagine the final position a attractiveness like Fallon O'Rourke may preserve her advantage was once within the Mayfair mansion of London's such a lot licentious duke, the infamous Dominic Hale. but Fallon—who's persevered not anything yet lecherous advances considering that her father's tragic death—is completely secure there . . . disguised as a footman! underneath the attention of the dark-haired satan together with his smoldering blue eyes and sinful smile, Fallon by no means imagines her mystery could be found. yet how lengthy can her deception final while she starts to want she is without doubt one of the many ladies traipsing out and in of the sinful rogue's bedchamber?
He lives to sin . . .
Most males envy the duke, by no means suspecting his pleasure-loving methods are a determined try to break out, in spite of the fact that in brief, the soreness of a previous that is left him with a center of stone. just one lady can holiday down his defenses. just one lady can win his love . . . if she unearths her mystery and succumbs to the sins of the depraved duke.
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