A Wicked Lord at the Wedding
Chapter One
LO N D O N
OCTOBER 1816
The baron’s mind was not on the masquerade ball. His brooding thoughts overshadowed a face that even in its undefended moments had been described by his admirers and adversaries alike as cruel.
His dance partner complained repeatedly that he was not in step. It was true.
Lord Sebastien Michael Boscastle, 1st Baron Boscastle of Wycliffe, was contemplating how to lure London’s most notorious gentleman to his bed. He hadn’t decided on the exact strategy he would use. But after three months of waiting for an invitation, he had decided that he’d waited long enough.
Indeed, it tested his patience to walk, hop, and turn about until the two of them were re united in the ridiculous figures of the country reel. Only then, as they met, was he completely engaged.
He couldn’t say the same of his partner.
Of course it didn’t help that the gentleman who had captured London’s imagination happened to be his wife. She& ...
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