Lady Roslyn Barrett’s launch into society was delayed by her foolish brother’s untimely demise. It makes a lady wish she’d been born an only child… All right, she did love the nitwit, and didn’t wish him to die; however, that doesn’t negate her irritation. Now she is at a disadvantage and the ton won’t let her forget her family’s scandalous past. She has a secret though, one that she won’t confess under any circumstances: Roslyn has already met the man she wants, but he doesn’t appear to return her feelings.
Emmett North, Marquess of Crawford doesn’t want to desire Lady Roslyn, but he cannot stop it from overtaking him. Especially when they keep crossing paths... If only he could forget Roslyn, but she’s always around, and she has a biting wit that she unleashes on him whenever their paths cross. There is only one solution to stop her acerbic nature…a kiss.
Desire is a force neither of them can ignore, but giving in is something they might both regret. A confession of love might be their only salvation.
Lyonsdale sighed and headed toward the ballroom. Roslyn watched as he departed, then turned and found herself facing the Marquess of Crawford. She inhaled sharply.
“Did you hear something intriguing, love?” he asked.
How had he known she was there? “I’m afraid one hears nothing good about themselves while eavesdropping.” She squared her shoulders. “However, I had no intention of being an unwitting listener to your conversation. I was avoiding something far more egregious than your unflattering words.”
He lifted a brow. “And pray tell, what was that?”
Roslyn didn’t like this man. He was too handsome and far too sure of himself. The arrogant arse… “None of your concern, my lord.” In another lifetime, one where she didn’t have that taint of her brother’s scandal hanging over her head, she might have found the Marquess of Crawford appealing. A challenge… He didn’t wish to wed, but what gentleman truly did. They would, out of duty, eventually—but in the meantime, they kept their bachelor status in high regard.
