It takes two...
Where to buy...
A Bored Lady...
Lady Genevieve embarks on yet another Season in London, bored before it even begins. Season after Season, party after party, nothing happens to relieve her ennui...until the arrival of Mr. Darius Prestwich.
A Rakish Gentleman...
Darius has never been known for his self-restraint. Whether it's wine, women, or mischief, he's always done just as he pleased. Arriving in London to see his twin brother, Miles, and getting roped into squiring his cousin's wife about Town eventually puts him in the vicinity of the enchantingly lovely Lady Genevieve and her twin sister, Guinevere—the same Lady Guinevere who holds his brother's heart in her delicate hands.
A Reckless Desire...
For the first time, Darius heeds the warnings of others and tries to stay away from the lady they all seek to protect. But Genevieve refuses to be ignored. With a desire bordering on obsession and little care for her reputation, she pursues him, ignoring good sense and the pleadings of her sister. Will she win his heart or merely ruin her chances for a good marriage?
Miles Prestwich is in love. The object of his desire is Lady Guinevere Northwicke who is, unfortunately, the daughter of a powerful duke-who also happens to be a very loving and protective father. Believing his suit to be unworthy, he tries to forget and limits his interaction with her. Then his twin brother arrives in Town.
Darius is everything that Miles is not. He drinks too much, gambles too much, fights too much, and doesn't care a rap for Society or its strictures. When the lovely Lady Genevieve Northwicke catches his eye, he ignores the warnings fired at him from all corners, resulting in the death of that lady's reputation. Rather than facing the consequences of his actions, he flees.
Miles must resolve the situation the only way he knows how: offer marriage to the sister of his beloved to rescue her from scandal. But will his action actually solve the problem? Or cause more misery than anyone could possibly imagine?
In the following scene, taken from the middle of chapter one, twin brothers Darius and Miles Prestwich have not seen each other for several years.
Instead of returning to the drawing room on the first floor, Dare decided to do a little exploring. He eased his way past the open doors of the room containing Bri and hurried down the rest of the stairs. He supposed Miles was about somewhere and if he knew his twin at all, he was willing to bet he was in the study poring over paperwork.
Dare shuddered. He hated paperwork. In fact, he could barely read and that suited him just fine. He had no use for books or newspapers and less use for writing.
Miles, on the other hand, had a flair for making sense of chaotic offices, studies, and libraries and simply thrived on literature. He usually had his nose in some book or other or his hands in papers that made no sense to anyone sane. Another shudder snaked through Dare’s body at the mere thought of organizing anything.
Making another turn, Dare faced a closed door. He was willing to bet he faced the study, as it was farthest from the noise of the street and house traffic. He pushed it open and walked in.
Miles looked up with a guilty flush, thinking it was Bri who had caught him daydreaming. He frowned when he saw his wandering twin.
Dare grinned, his face looking even more handsome than normal. “Please, Miles, your excitement over seeing me again after all these years is unbecoming in a man. Restrain yourself.” He crossed his arms over his chest and advanced into the room, gazing about in interest.
Miles frowned even more heavily at his brother’s levity but remained silent for the moment. Then he noticed Dare’s choice of garb. “What the devil are you wearing?”
Dare looked down with an expression of feigned wonder on his face. “Oh, dear father in heaven! I’m wearing clothes! I left my room naked. Where did these come from?” He pulled at his shirt, making it billow out away from his muscular chest. His look of bafflement was something to behold.
Miles almost smiled at Dare’s playacting. Instead, he gave him a stern look. “You are dressed far too casual for London and our cousin’s house, Dare. What if someone calls on Bri and sees you dressed like that? You could ruin all of our social cache in just one sitting.”
“What if, shwat if,” remarked Dare carelessly. “I will wear what I want until I am forced to go about in Society. And if the ladies who visit will be frightened by my dress I will simply hide until they go away.”
“Will you cut your hair?”
That wiped the grin off Dare’s face. “Why should I?”
“You look like a pirate, Dare. All you lack is the eyepatch.”
A gleam of interest lit Dare’s expressive face. “Indeed. I’ll look into that.”
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