One fortnight to secure her future.
Lady Ophelia Aston must find a husband by the end of the house party—or her father will choose one for her. After five fruitless years on the marriage mart, not a single gentleman of the ton has sparked her interest. That is, until a dark-eyed, roguish Scotsman catches her—literally���and ignites a desire she never expected. He's kind, handsome, and understands her like no other. The whispers that he's the reclusive, wealthy marquess seem too perfect to be true.
They are.
Eugene is no marquess... He's a thief with vengeance in his blood and a score to settle. His plan is simple: get in, steal a priceless heirloom from the duke, and get out. The duke's captivating daughter was never part of the scheme.
But as a blizzard traps them inside and secrets begin to unravel, their forbidden attraction blazes hotter than the fire in the hearth. Now Eugene must choose between his revenge and his heart, and Ophelia between love and the demands of her station.
Genre: Historical Romance
Lady Ophelia Aston must find a husband by the end of the house party—or her father will choose one for her. After five fruitless years on the marriage mart, not a single gentleman of the ton has sparked her interest. That is, until a dark-eyed, roguish Scotsman catches her—literally���and ignites a desire she never expected. He's kind, handsome, and understands her like no other. The whispers that he's the reclusive, wealthy marquess seem too perfect to be true.
They are.
Eugene is no marquess... He's a thief with vengeance in his blood and a score to settle. His plan is simple: get in, steal a priceless heirloom from the duke, and get out. The duke's captivating daughter was never part of the scheme.
But as a blizzard traps them inside and secrets begin to unravel, their forbidden attraction blazes hotter than the fire in the hearth. Now Eugene must choose between his revenge and his heart, and Ophelia between love and the demands of her station.
Genre: Historical Romance
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