When Henry Cavendish, Marquess of Dalton, leapt to catch the fainting woman before she hit the cobblestone, he never thought that one chivalrous act would set his well ordered life on end. His ingrained need to protect her has every bit as much to do with her enchanting beauty as it does his desire to wipe the hunted look from her startling blue eyes. He thinks he has everything in hand, but the lady has secrets that put everything he loves at risk.
Olivia Goldsleigh just wants to live without terror, but a gunshot in the night proves things can always get worse. The beautiful and god-like Lord Dalton swears to protect her, to make the danger go away. She wants the man, the life, the family, the bliss he promises, but her secrets are certain to destroy them all.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / RegencyThis book was released May 2013 and did very, very well. It's done excellently when I've done sales and has had sucess with BookBub. This book as sold more copies any other in the Secret Series
Henry Cavendish, Marquess of Dalton, stood outside the chicest modiste shop on fashionable Bond Street. He awaited his sisters and aunt who had been inside, at his estimation, at least an hour. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his timepiece. Yes, indeed, sixty-five minutes. He snapped the watch closed and tucked it away. He debated going inside to see how much longer they would be and risk being roped into consulting on color or lace or some other insipid thing. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and sighed in a huff. Several acquaintances passed on the street, and he nodded and doffed his hat politely, as serene as ever, but inside his impatience grew.
Henry’s family knew he was busy today. However, since it was late in the afternoon they’d been able to convince him to accompany them for a lemon ice after a quick stop at the dressmaker’s. God knows he loved them, loved each and every one of them, but they could try the patience of a saint.
He looked at his watch again. Sixty-seven minutes. Their definition of quick and his were substantially dissimilar.
He turned and peered in the window. He couldn't see much past the dress form stationed there except for vague movements, and he doubted his family could see him either. Henry set his jaw, closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. Then miracle of miracles, he heard the tinkle of the bell.
"The green one is my favorite, Penny." Helen burst through the door. His youngest sister was always so excited to be included in the shopping trips with her older siblings. "You are going to be so beautiful."
"Thank you, love,” said Penelope, the oldest of the sisters. She reached out her hand and stroked her younger sister's hair. The two walked past Henry on the street, gracing him with two sweet smiles.
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