Lord Brian Kennington, Fifth Earl of Connlee, is a master of persuasion. When he crosses paths with the not-too-proper Lady Minerva Fox, he determines that she needs a bit of excitement in her life, and he knows just how to deliver. He will live up to his moniker, the Earl of Persuasion, as he sweeps her along a path of adventure and romance.
The only problem with his plan: Love was not a part of the equation.
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Lady Minerva Fox sat impatiently in the carriage as she awaited her sister-in-law Carstine. The pair had been shopping along Bond Street all afternoon, and Minerva has grown weary. She sank back against her seat and fiddled with the edge of her pelisse. Whatever was taking Carstine so long?
Another minute and Minerva would have to fetch her. Heaven’s Carstine had been in the drapers for at least thirty minutes. It should take no one that much time to purchase lace. Leastwise not when they knew what they wanted on the way in.
Just as Minerva determined to go after Carstine, the carriage door opened. “Whatever too—” Her words ceased as she got an eye full of the man who climbed in. A tall, dark, and incredibly handsome man. She should scream. Summon her driver for assistance at once.
And yet, she only stared. She unabashedly ogled the man taking in every inch of him from his dark mahogany hair and patrician nose to his wide shoulders and muscular thighs. Most of which a well bred young lady should pay no mind to. But how could one ignore such a prime specimen?
Before she could gather her wits, he pulled the carriage door shut and settled on the seat across from her.
“Good day, Ma’am,” he said, a boyish smile pulling at his lips.
It was the sort of smile meant to disarm those who gazed upon it, and Minerva could not deny how well it worked, for she grinned back. “I believe you are in the wrong carriage,” she said.
He placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward. “On the contrary, I am exactly where I mean to be.”
Was the man addle-brained? Perhaps he was drunk? She could not say for sure. Regardless, something was amiss. She met his gaze, stared directly into his deep brown eyes, and notched her chin. “That cannot be, for this is my carriage, and I do not know you."
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