"THIS ISN'T YOUR FIRST SEASON, IS IT, DEAR?"
"NO. BUT IT SHALL BE MY LAST!"
Beatrice Sinclair prayed that her bold declaration would prove true. After so many fruitless years on the ton's marriage mart, life on the shelf seemed the more appealing prospect. At least as an avowed spinster, she wouldn't be bound by the silliness women went through to catch even the dullest of husbands!
Still, secretly, she yearned for romance-bone-melting, scandalous romance. If truth be told, what she really wanted-even if only for one mad, family-shocking moment-was a rake. And Charles Summerson, Marquis of Pelham, tall, dark and notorious, seemed only too happy to oblige!
Autorentext
Sarah Elliott was born in Pennsylvania and studied English atcollege. After graduating she tried teaching second grade and it was during this time, whilst quietly going mad, that she began to write seriously. She'd read and loved romances since the age of ten andthought, why not? In addition to writing she enjoys riding, dogs, shopping, decorative arts and cake. Readers can contact Sarah and learn more about her and her books through her website: www.sarahelliott.net