Lisa R. reviewed on 2/23/2008 + 49 more book reviews

The twelfth duke of Westermere was enjoying a peaceful drive, until an Amazonian beauty with disheveled golden-brown curls tossed herself into his coach. That alone would not have flummoxed Sacheverel deVries, but when the strange woman in the threadbare cloak babbled about equal rights and social justice, ripped open her dress, and claimed he had attempted to ravish her, there was only one thing he could do.

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