A marriage begun in deception…
Feisty Julia Faircloth is used to managing the lives of her eccentric relatives, so when darkly dangerous Lord Sebastian Trevarre arrives in Bath and proposes to her shy sister Sarah, she switches places with the bride to save her from a shockingly carnal wedding night.
Against his better judgment, Sebastian consummates a marriage to the most provoking, appealing woman he’s ever known, then is forced to live with her in his neglected but enchanting estate in Cornwall. Life there is turbulent, not least because Sebastian keeps many secrets. Will his reckless pursuits restore his fortune…or cost him the lady who holds his heart?
Step back in time to magical 1798 Cornwall, England, with Julia and Sebastian - and reunite with Andre and Devon Raveneau, as Andre discovers that his life and Sebastian's are inextricably linked.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / HistoricalI am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Smuggler's Moon has been a great bestseller for me. Readers love my Rakes & Rebels series!
Bath, England
March, 1798
Julia Faircloth surveyed the charming, sunlit garden and nearly surrendered to an urge to sigh. “I vow, I have never felt so pleased with life as I have been since we left London.”
“Indeed,” said her sister, Sarah. “I adore Turbans. Even the name of our new home is pleasing.” Her delicately lovely features turned pensive. “My only desire is that we might be more conveniently situated.”
As their mother clipped a daffodil, she looked southward, down Beacon Hill to the elegant city of golden limestone which lay below, nestled against the winding River Avon. “Whatever do you mean? We have a perfect view of Bath.”
“But Mama, it is a rather difficult walk. I would like to be able to stroll to the Pump Room if the mood seizes me, or to Queen Square to meet my friends. As it is, we have only one carriage, and Papa seems to need it most of the time…”
“I shouldn’t complain so if I were you, daughter. We’ve had immensely good fortune this past year.” Polly’s scolding tone was belied by her fond smile. Turning to her eldest child, she called, “Julia, haven’t you an opinion on this matter?”
“You jest, Mama,” interjected Sarah. “My outspoken sister never lacks an opinion!”
When Julia turned her head, a gleaming sable-brown curl fell onto her neck, and she smiled. “I do think that we are awfully fortunate Cousin Archibald had no heirs and that he liked Papa well enough to leave the entire estate of Turbans to him.” And an amazing £20,000, she added silently to herself, wondering how much of that fortune might still be left after Papa’s excessive gambling.
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