Hate at First Sight . . .
From the moment Deborah met the Duke of Gretton, he filled her with rage. Let others call him devilishly handsome, charming, wealthy, powerful, and the most eligible lord in the realm. Let the brilliant and ravishing actress Kate Hatherley revel in her role as his latest mistress.
As for Deborah, she thought him insufferably rude, arrogant, selfish, and supremely self-centered – quite the most repulsive so-called gentleman she had ever encountered.
Until now, at this . . . As he whirled her in a dizzying dance . . . as he apologized to her in the most elegant way for his boorish behavior . . . as he exquisitely kissed her hand before driving off in his carriage.
Deborah remained where she was. She could still feel the touch of his lips upon her hand, and it was a sensation which made her feel unaccountably vulnerable. It had been so much easier to despise him, for there was safety in hostility . . .