The Love Affair of an English Lord: A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Hunter, Jillian
  • Author:  Hunter, Jillian
  • ISBN-10:  0345461223
  • ISBN-10:  0345461223
  • ISBN-13:  9780345461223
  • ISBN-13:  9780345461223
  • Publisher:  Ivy Books
  • Publisher:  Ivy Books
  • Pages:  384
  • Pages:  384
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-2005
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-2005
  • SKU:  0345461223-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0345461223-11-SPLV
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USJillian Hunter is the author of nine critically acclaimed novels. She has received several awards, including the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award. Jillian lives in Southern California with her husband and three daughters.Award-winning author Jillian Hunter both amuses and delights with another irresistible tale of scandal and seduction.

When Chloe Boscastle is caught indiscreetly kissing a man in a park, her brother Grayson–the protective patriarch of the Boscastle family–sends her off to a country manor to stay until the scandal in town subsides.

Soon after Chloe’s banishment begins, she is shocked to learn that her neighbor Dominic Breckland, the devilish Viscount Stratfield, has been killed in his bed. But she is even more stunned to discover the dangerously handsome “victim” taking refuge in her lingerie closet one night. By some miracle Dominic has survived his attack–and wishes the world to believe him dead. Can the alluring Lady Chloe keep his secret? Dominic uses all his masculine charm to persuade her as they work together to unmask his enemy. Of course, being caught sheltering a seductive scoundrel could further mar Chloe’s already tarnished reputation. But, really, what’s a little scandal to a lady in love?England 1814

The late Dominic Breckland, Viscount Stratfield, was returning to life in a sea of women’s underwear. From ear to ankle he fought a sensual undertow of lacy shifts and white silk stockings, his muscular arms tangled in the ties and tapes of lavender-scented buckram stays, his heavy thighs wrapped in a pair of dainty French percale pantalettes. Like a wounded beast of the night, he had eluded capture and taken refuge in the last place his pursuer would think to look.

Summoning a primitive instinct for survival, he had climbed the sturdy oak tree outside the manor house and hauled his bruised and bleeding six-foot frame over the windowsill. Hopeful he hló.

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