Seduction of an English Beauty
Chapter One
Rome was a bore.
Lady Diana Farren stood at the parlor window of their lodgings in the Piazza di Spagna, watching
the rain flatten the leaves on the trees in the garden below her. Everyone had promised her that
Rome would be enchanting, fascinating, the Eternal City among all other cities on the
continent. Yet after a week of steamy rain and tedious company, of endless tours of more old
churches, old temples, old statues, old paintings and company old enough to be her
grandparents, the only thing eternal she'd discovered here was endless, eternal boredom.
Bore, bored, boring.
If her life had gone as she'd hoped and planned, she would have been staying in her family's
town house on Grosvenor Square in London by now. She would already be the prize belle of the
new season, with a score of young lords vying for her attention and her hand, each willing to duel
one another for the sake of a single dance with her. She was eighteen, and she was beautiful: a
fact, not a boast, just as it was a fact that she was worth a fortune of at least £20,000 simply by
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