Sophia Westcott has mourned her late husband for a respectable amount of time by societys standards. She was now a dowager Duchess and independent in her own right. She was Sophie. Her life on her own terms. This would start by lowering the line of her dresses to flatter her hourglass shape and curate her own art collection. And if a gentleman happened to draw a mutual interest, perhaps she would experience the flames of passion that had been absent from her marriage.
Sinclair Montgomery was returning home. The second son, now the heir. He had mourned the passing of his...
Sophia Westcott has mourned her late husband for a respectable amount of time by societys standards. She was now a dowager Duchess and independent in her own right. She was Sophie. Her life on her own terms. This would start by lowering the line of her dresses to flatter her hourglass shape and curate her own art collection. And if a gentleman happened to draw a mutual interest, perhaps she would experience the flames of passion that had been absent from her marriage.
Sinclair Montgomery was returning home. The second son, now the heir. He had mourned the passing of his brother as he travelled abroad. And with each hand of cards, each stiff whiskey, and many a woman he took a step closer to accepting his new purpose in life. Living life the way he did, he pictured returning to London to be an absolute bore but alas duty calls.
In all his wildest dreams Sin never imagined to be stunned so forcefully by a vision of beauty. And so captivated by the inner workings of another’s mind. This all happened within twenty four hours when Sophie became imprinted on his soul. Like Venus rising from the sea in all her womanly glory, an indescribable need rose. Sophie could not deny her attraction to Sin. It was palpable. And she did not want to deny herself a chance to feel the desire that had always alluded her. Sophies only concern – can she accept his love and stay true to herself?
