Entangled Nobility, Book 2
When a duke gets a chance to pursue a lady as someone else, he would be a fool not to take it.
Logan Eastworth, the Tenth Duke of Waking, returns to England to find a woman to marry. When Miss Eleanor Ashford assumes he holds the title of baronet, he does not correct her error. Instead, he plays on her misconception and arranges a house party where he can make her fall for him and not his title.
Miss Ashford desires a marriage of convenience to an earl or higher. Not to some low-life baronet with an estate in the far reaches of England. She has no time for love, even if the green-eyed baronet with a charming smile tries to convince her otherwise.
Miss Ashford has a choice to make. To wed a duke or the baronet setting her heart aflame. Her choice might not be as simple as she believes.
Page Count: 282
Word Count: 74245
With a final caress, he halted the kiss. Keen disappointment engulfed her despite her sensible realization that it should end. Must end. Such traits remained unimportant in comparison to wealth and a title.
No, she had best remember herself. She stood and brought her emotions under control. His hand reached out to catch hers in his, and she pulled it away with a frown of disapproval. “Control yourself. No woman wants to be accosted in such a manner.”
Logan smirked and stood to tower over her. “I think you welcomed my advances very much. I would prove it if you ask.”
Eleanor glared at him and took a step back. “That is unnecessary. I already know I did not appreciate the first example.” Besides, even if she had enjoyed it, it would be inadvisable for her to allow another kiss to transpire. His smirk remained glued to his handsome face, and she said, “Oh, stop it. You think much too highly of yourself.”
He chuckled in response and took a step closer. Eleanor, naturally, took another step back until he reached out and pulled her to him in a rough embrace. Incensed, Eleanor asked, “Who do you think you are? There is never an acceptable time for you to behave so impudently toward me!”
His arm imprisoned her as he smiled down on her. “Isn’t there? Would it have been preferable to fall into the ravine?”
She swung her head around to find they stood mere steps from the rushing waters. She gulped and turned to face him. Obviously, it was best to stay away from the ravine, but she would not concede his point. “Yes. It would have been much more desirable.”
He threw his head back and laughed. She was not sure why he found her so humorous, but she knew she had to get away from him. Now. Even the scent of him was enough to drive her to distraction, and distraction was not something she needed in her life. Her added glower of disapproval only elicited another chuckle from Logan, which did not exactly soothe her temper. “Get off me.” She bristled while shoving his arms away from her. Not about to try backing up again, she stared up at him with a raised brow.
“May I help you with something?” Logan asked in mock innocence.
“You can move aside.” She tapped her foot as he remained rooted in his position. “Any time now.”
“You mean to tell me you do not wish to take a swim in the ravine?”
His gloating tone was enough to send her over the edge, and she could tell he knew it. If she wasn’t such a lady, she would have hit him by now. She inhaled a calming breath and managed to say, “No, I do not.”
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