Stealing the Bride
Chapter One
London, 1809
It was, by all accounts, a rather typical night at White's. The men of London's social elite had gathered together for another evening of drinking and gambling and bragging to their hearts' content.
Who would have guessed that these rarefied members of
the ton were about to witness the scandal of the Season?
As usual, the most crowded spot in the great room was
around the Marquis of Templeton, or as most people called
him, Temple. Not exactly the proper address for a man who
by chance, or rather by birth, was the Duke of Setchfield's
heir, but Temple he was, and, many suspected, Temple he
would always be.
Cut off by his imperious grandfather from any family
funds because of his wastrel ways and because he wouldn't
bend to the duke's constant ... read full excerpt from Stealing the Bride ebook
