She was the poor cousin of Lady Prunella Throxton, brought to London as companion to the flighty teen- age heiress. Perhaps in such moneyed company even Cecily Camden could find a suitable husband. Tall, slim, red-haired, and unfashionably freckled, Cecily was hardly a conventional beauty. And she didn't even have a fortune to sweeten the chase.
All the more reason for astonishment when the dashing Marquis of Ashford sauntered into her life. "He's not to be trusted!" they said. "Merely a summer dalliance," they whispered. But try as she might, Cecily couldn't put Ashford out of her mind. Was it love or madness? Playboy or prince, he was the only man she wanted. Nobody else would do!
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