SummaryWhen the Marchioness of Brentford fell ill, she requested
the companionship of her dear friend's daughter, Miss
Drusilla Herbert. Dru has never mingled among the ton, much
less managed a country estate in Herefordshire.
Nevertheless, she not only has the house in perfect order,
but her presence alone brightens the Marchioness' days—and
hastens her recovery. Then the Marchioness's son enters the
picture.
Adrian Richmond was dismayed to learn about his mother's
companion by word of mouth. He's even more put off by her
accusations that he's neglectful towards his mother.
Despite Dru's familial background as a rector's daughter,
Adrian is convinced she's after his mother's fortune, and
will stop at nothing to oust her from his home.
Falling in love with her was a tactic he hadn't
considered... ForewardALONE AT LAST
Adrian took a step, as he had earlier. Only this
time there was no one around to interrupt. Dru didn't back
away from him, and he took heart from her open expression.
Her lips parted as though to speak. He silenced them the
best way he knew how.
Her lips, when he touched them, were the softest of
velvets, her skin put a rose petal to shame. The delicate
scent of lavender haunted the very air around her. He
gathered her close in his arms and to his delight she
responded whole-heartedly.
Her hands inched up to rest on his shoulders and he
was elated at their closeness. His hand learned the shape
of her as she nestled against him. Such a delight was one
that could be repeated and he doubted that he would ever
tire of it—or her...
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