Lady Sarah Butler had taken yet another dare. She swore, she'd never take another. Slipping away from the throng of lust crazed men wasn't been easy, and just as she reached her carriage, a man appeared at her side, his hand closing around her arm.
Jack Townsend, The Duke of Devonshire's rage was so intense, he could barely speak. How had his ward found her way into this den of iniquity? In truth, it hardly mattered. Now, he'd get her away from the lusting crowd and finally into his arms.
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