HER WICKED DREAMS...
When Izzy went to bed, she never expected to awaken to
disgrace. Of course, it felt wonderful...warm hands on her
flesh, rough stubbled skin on her cheek. It all seemed some
wonderfully wicked dream. But that hardly mattered to the
ton. To them she was ruined, for Lord Eppingham Julian
Blackworth had been discovered in her bed and she'd claimed
him as her own.
She had not wanted to trap the handsome rake into wedlock.
Though she might want to fall forever into his golden-brown
eyes, marriage to any man was not something she sought. It
had been something in his touch, his kiss. Something that
had called out to her to protect Julian from his own
ruination by placing herself in the way. If to save this
man meant to be fallen, so be it. And in saving him, she
just might save herself.
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