By Teresa Medeiros
"He by no means misplaced a conflict until eventually he met the only lady who may be triumphant in... **Charming the Prince.**
My enemies recognize me as Lord Bannor the daring, satisfaction of the English and Terror of the French. by no means in my existence have I sponsored down from any problem or betrayed rather a lot as a touch of fear--until the conflict ended and that i came upon myself a reluctant papa to a dozen unruly young ones.
Realizing that I couldn't lop their little heads off or throw them within the dungeon, I despatched my steward out to discover them a mom and me a bride--an appealing, meek, maternal creature too simple to tempt me to get her with baby. you could think my horror whilst he again with girl Willow of Bedlington, a lively attractiveness who made me reflect on not anything else!
With her cloud of darkish curls and the flicker of ardour in her eyes, Willow used to be every thing I'd sworn to withstand. I by no means dreamed she might subscribe to forces with these mischievous imps of mine to coach this cynical warrior simply how candy hand over could be.
Bannor the daring,
Lord of Elsinore
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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.