As the Season in London comes to a close, Laura finds herself in a predicament. The one man she is attracted to has neglected to make an offer for her, and her family wants her to accept the proposal of a fortune-hunter. Determined not to let propriety stand in the way of her future happiness, she resorts to outrageous behavior to escape the damp grasp of the wrong man—and to discover true love in the arms of another.
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London, June 3, 1811
Laura Brownell blushed with pleasure and demurely lowered her eyes when she caught Lord Warnock glancing her way across the crowded room at Almack’s. Despite her efforts at politeness, she could not help but to look up again to watch his broad shoulders and the confident way he moved.
He met every greeting with a smile and warm laugh, putting everyone at their ease. As an earl, it was quite unnecessary for him to be so open and kind, and after a Season of weathering haughty glances and arrogance from the peerage, Laura found herself increasingly attracted to Lord Warnock and his obvious lack of conceit.
Unfortunately, she had been unable to place herself in the way of an introduction, no matter how hard she tried.
Her heart pounded as he moved toward her with aching slowness. Half-way across the room he paused to speak to a cluster of men. He turned away from her and faced the dance floor, watching as a quadrille wended its way towards an exhausted conclusion.
He wasn’t coming in her direction, after all. The hope fluttering inside her died.