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About the Book
Lady Lettie Brookfield is on the shelf. The last thing she wants is to spend the rest of her days as the unmarried sister dependent upon her family’s kindness. She’s accepted she won’t have a love match, but she finds herself coming around to the idea of marrying the only suitor she’s ever had. That is until she finds herself reunited with her brother’s former best friend, Anthony, the Duke of Granville.
Years earlier, in an act intended to save his friend, Anthony committed an unforgivable betrayal, one that severed his friendship. Now that he’s found himself ascended to the rank of duke, he must now step forward and fulfill his obligations. The last woman he has any right to long for is his former best friend’s younger sister, Lettie.
Lettie, however, is all grown up. She’s spirited and quick-witted, and it isn’t long before he finds himself falling for the last woman he should. Will past betrayals keep them apart? Or is there a path to a new beginning with the only woman he truly wants?
Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Other Titles by Christi Caldwell
Copyright Page
About the Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Biography
Chapter 1
London, England
Spring 1829
Lady Lettice Brookfield had discovered at six—nearly six and a half—London Seasons that ton events were invariably the same tedious, predictable affairs from one night to the next.
Ladies waited.
Gentlemen signed their dance cards.
Couples danced.
Ladies went home and awaited the next morn, when those same gentlemen would return to present themselves as suitors, before invariably deciding said ladies were crass, coarse, and entirely too direct.
Or, at least, that had been the case where Lettice was concerned.
It was why she now found herself on the sidelines of the Marquess and Marchioness of St. Albans’ ball, partnerless and anticipating the arrival of the estimable Lord Exmoor—the only man who’d deemed her “courtship worthy.”
And though her mother was eternally pointing out she should be grateful for those attentions and that there must be something wrong with her selfish soul if she did not, she often found she’d prefer to be partnerless.
That included partnerless from Lord Exmoor…and the other Brookfield women.