The Art of Seduction
Simon and Schuster, 02.08.2002 - 352 Seiten
USA Today bestselling author Melanie George displays her flair for vibrant characters and witty dialogue in a sparkling, sensual romance about a duke who finds that the girl he adored is now the woman he desires.
The Art of Seduction
Parris Sutherland cares little for the gossip swirling about her after she is left at the altar. She is far too busy with a new project: masquerading as "Lady Scruples" and exacting justice on philandering men. If only she could resist the desire aroused by her childhood protector, Dominick Carlisle, recently returned home after eight years.
As the new Duke of Wakefield, Dominick has no interest in the aristocratic duties foisted upon him. He'd rather unmask Lady Scruples -- especially if it distracts him from his long-suppressed feelings for Parris and the dreams that have haunted him since a sultry night with a mysterious girl so long ago. But when Dominick discovers that all of the women on his mind are one and the same -- Parris -- he vows to teach the minx a lesson by seducing her all the way to the altar.
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