He’d inquired after her name she’d stammered. With affable charm, he’d gathered up the books. Ruffled brown hair, fashionable attire, cologne that smelled like bottled sin-and a smile no doubt honed from boyhood as a means to make women forgive him anything. All her books fell to the floor, and when she looked up from the heap-there he was.
Whosoever’s elbow jostled the other’s arm, the laws of physics demanded an equal and opposite reaction. Perhaps she’d taken a step in reverse, or maybe he’d turned without looking. One moment, she’d been blissfully paging through descriptions of astronomical nebulae, and the next. She’d been searching for a secondhand copy for ages. A copy of Messier’s Catalogue of Star Clusters and Nebulae, which she’d plucked like a pearl from the used-book section. And, making his first appearance in a starring role (trumpet fanfare, please)-the Bookshop Rake.Īlexandra had been juggling a tower of Nicola’s books in one arm and reading her own book with her free hand. Her three closest friends: Nicola Teague, Lady Penelope Campion, and Emma Pembrooke, the Duchess of Ashbury. The date: a Wednesday afternoon in November. If she possessed any wisp of rationality, she wouldn’t have made such a fool of herself with the Bookshop Rake.Įven now, more than half a year later, she could revisit the embarrassing scene and watch it unfolding, as though she were attending a play. The truth was, Alex had no sense at all-at least, not when it came to charming gentlemen with roguish green eyes.
Mom achievement unlocked!)Īlexandra Mountbatten had common sense. (Bonus: I’ve now embarrassed you in front of thousands of strangers. I promise that out of all my books, this is the one and only page I’ll ever force you to read. My daughter served as a brilliant consultant on Rosamund and Daisy’s characters, and my ever-clever son taught me that some kids learn best in unconventional ways.ĭarelings, I love you both. and he’s in danger of falling, hard.Because apparently I have a trend with this series-dedicating books to people I hope will never read them. Soon the walls around Chase’s heart are crumbling. But Alexandra is more than he bargained for: clever, perceptive, passionate. When a stubborn little governess tries to reform him, he decides to give her an education-in pleasure. Like any self-respecting libertine, Chase lives by one rule: no attachments. The ladies of London have tried-and failed-to make him settle down. Try telling that to their guardian, Chase Reynaud: duke’s heir in the streets and devil in the sheets. However, the girls don’t need discipline. He’s been a bad, bad rake-and it takes a governess to teach him a lessonĪfter her livelihood slips through her fingers, Alexandra Mountbatten takes on an impossible post: transforming a pair of wild orphans into proper young ladies.
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