She Would Have to Choose but Either Way She Would Lose . . .
Miss Deirdre Wheaton was in a pucker. She had never looked to marry. Certainly not to someone as grand as Lord Wrotham.
But there was no help for it. She was unable to resist his charms, though for the sake of her first love, she fervently wished she could.
How could she love a man with her heart, knowing all the while she would have to abandon her soul?
Harlequin Regency Romance - # 81