By Olivia Parker
"**To Snare a Bride . . .**
To Gabriel Devine, Duke of Wolverest, the bonds of marriage are not anything greater than shackles. but when he's to stay a lifelong bachelor, that leaves merely his more youthful brother to hold at the family members identify. Inviting the *ton*'s such a lot eligible girls to a chic ball, Gabriel is bound anyone of them will be all too desirous to turn into the subsequent duchess and supply an heir—leaving Gabriel to proceed his ecstatic pursuit of delight.
**To seize a Rogue . . .**
Her social-climbing stepmother could provide something to have Madelyn Haywood betrothed to a destiny duke. yet Madelyn believes the brothers Devine to be not anything greater than heartless rogues—especially Gabriel, whose rakish acceptance precedes him. he's not anything greater than a slave to ardour, and she or he are usually not conquered via his caresses—and but his depraved methods tempt her so . . .
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Not content with the boring but upstanding young men in my hometown, who I knew all too well, and sure some other romantic destiny awaited me, I had searched diligently for my great love in someone more exotic, and fate had cursed me for my desire by giving me what I thought I wanted. For that reason, I had lost everything but my life. I would not search again. More than that, I told myself that I would run away if love came around once more to plague me. It seemed most unlikely that it would find me in Findloss, and that suited me, even if the village and the weather did not.
I doubt they would do it even if asked; there seems to be an almost superstitious dread about the land animals that live here, including the seals that sometimes sun themselves on shore. I haven’t the stomach for the bloody task either. I never even got the knack of wringing chicken necks, so certainly I could not garrote a rabbit. Instead I had to be content with the occasional egg and bit of cheese to vary my diet. I went first to use the privy. The cottage has a few modern conveniences, meaning that an appropriate area was built against the back of the cottage so one needn’t go out into the night or storm to answer the call of nature.
I had believed him then, since his tastes were so depraved. Now I was not so certain, and the idea that my husband might have been keeping still other secrets from me was saddening as well as disturbing. I caught a glimpse of myself in the small mirror I had hung on the wall; vanity should be hidden away, and this was as “away” as it could get. The eyes that looked back at me were filled up with anxiety and perhaps a bit more whisky than they should be.