By Victoria Alexander
"Who stands out as the final single guy standing?
No guy in his correct brain may **want** to get married, yet each duke, earl, and viscount understands fellow needs to do his responsibility finally. So 4 of London's most well known gents make a wager—the prize going to the person who is still unwed the longest.
Gideon Pearsall, Viscount Warton, thinks he has a good shot at successful. in spite of everything, he's controlled to benefit from the favors of many a girl whereas resisting the parson's noose. even if he's stopped lifeless in his tracks by way of the main scandalous lady in all of London—Judith, woman Chester—he vows to have her bedded yet by no means wedded.
Beautiful, and greater than a bit of naughty, Judith has regularly stored herself in the bounds of respectability, even whereas taking part in by way of her personal principles. And the event has taught her to prevent marriage. She has no wish to face up to Warton's sizzling kisses, and his tempting contact is most unlikely to ignore.
But quickly either Judith and Gideon can't aid yet ask yourself . . . **is it attainable to be a little depraved and nonetheless stick with your heart?**
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He sneered loudly, causing the nearby card players to glance up in interest. "Hardly that, since I know nothing about you to laugh at," Lucien replied indifferently. Sir Frederick's mouth curled into a sneer as he leaned forward, and jabbing a finger on the Duke's wide chest said, "No, you do yours behind a fellow's back. " "It would be a waste of my time since you seem to be doing that yourself," Lucien replied coldly. "Why, you! I'll—" Sir Frederick began heatedly, his face a dull red. "Now, now," Sir Jeremy interrupted, a placating note in his voice.
Lucien nodded reluctantly. " He paused delicately, waiting to be enlightened. " "Of course," the Duke sighed, "I'll escort you to the nearest inn, where you may hire conveyance to London. " Lord Wrainton jumped down from the side of the coach, splattering his pumps as he did so and nearly slipping in the slick mud as he regained his balance. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, slight of build, and almost too handsome to be masculine, with his thickly lashed, violet eyes. "Luciana," Lord Wrainton called to his wife.
Ah, Lady Mary," Lord Malton greeted her loudly, nodding to Sabrina and Richard as he bent over Mary's outstretched hand. " "Our pleasure, surely," Sabrina murmured softly, smiling sweetly as she caught his eye. " "If I might be allowed to add my compliments also," Lord Newley added suavely, looking directly into Sabrina's violet eyes. " "Certainly. Of course we understand that without a man to act as escort, and only your aunt to chaperone you, it is most difficult for you to get about. " he asked hesitantly, looking around the room nervously in expectation of being surprised by her sudden appearance.