Bundled into a chaise with a cloak over her head, Eliane Fielding was enraged to find herself once again unwillingly in the company of Lord Spendale, the much-sought-after heir to the Earl of Glengarrick. Had he forgotten her furious slap when he kissed her as if she were a lightskirt, or her attempts to avoid him like the plague?
No, he had not. But abducting the obstinate miss was the only wayhe could win her undivided atgtention, apologize, and express his desire for a fresh start.
Impossible. They would never suit. But how long could Eliane deny his obvious charms--or the growing yearning in her own heart?
No, he had not. But abducting the obstinate miss was the only wayhe could win her undivided atgtention, apologize, and express his desire for a fresh start.
Impossible. They would never suit. But how long could Eliane deny his obvious charms--or the growing yearning in her own heart?
