Bedding the Heiress
Chapter One
The London residence of
Mr. and Mrs. Maximus Dunroy
October 1, 1807
Francesca Dunroy waited for Lord Penthorpe, the most
disreputable rake in London, in the darkness of the terrace
outside her father's library, the only relatively private
place in a house bursting with guests, laughter, and music.
She'd sent him a note, imploring His Lordship to meet her. He
was late. He was making her cool her heels, knowing, as she
did, that with one word he could ruin her.
For the hundredth time she wondered why she had been foolish
enough to trust him, and knew the answeri>because her father
would never have approved of him.
Her life until now had been very sheltered. She'd truly been
unprepared for the onslaught of feelings Penthorpe's secret,
dashing, whirlwind courtship had inspired. He was the very
opposite of the prosaic young men who wanted her hand for no
other reason than her inheritance. He made her feel beautiful.
He had all the right words ... and she'd even imagined herself
in love with him. His attentions had been a ray of shining
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