When a playful and blindfolded Lady Flora Chelmsworth
collides, literally, with the arrogant and staid Duke of Malgrave— subsequently
manhandling his person and mistaking him for a butler— it is not an auspicious
beginning. Assuming she hasn't made the best of impressions, Flora
is shocked and alarmed when he soon proposes marriage. And with her troubles, she
can only decline the offer.
For one thing, she's not the woman he thinks she is. For
another, she's not even sure that she knows
who she is. Her past, as she remembers it, contains blood-thirsty pirates,
Covent Garden concubines and a babe in a hatbox. And that's just the beginning.
Or one of them. It wouldn't be fair to marry this very proper and painfully dignified
gentleman, whose life is loaded with duties and responsibilities, his past free
of mystery, scandal and misadventure.
Rejected by the impertinent chit, his pride wounded, Malgrave
should forget this curious bump in his usually well-planned path. Unfortunately,
getting ahead of himself—unaccustomed to refusal—he has prematurely commissioned
her palm-sized portrait. Anonymously, of course, for discretion's sake. Now, hidden
in some secret place, where only he shall ever see it, her replica will serve
as both a reminder of that humiliating mistake and a caution against similar
temptations.
Little does he know that Lady Flora's miniature portrait
will also one day bring her spinning back to his arms. From a far greater
distance than he could ever imagine. Several hundred years, in fact.
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