By Lavinia Kent
She used to be blessed with a present of temptation.
Violet, woman Carrington, possesses every thing a lively girl might wish out of lifestyles. cash (and plenty of it). the liberty to make her personal offerings, with out husband to rule her. And a delightfully attentive younger lover, Lord Peter St. Johns, to fulfill her each wild whim. yet Peter wants greater than Violet's lascivious attentions. he is determined for her heart—and her hand in marriage.
Yet with a toss of her russet curls, Violet refuses. a guy like Peter belongs with a naïve, blushing attractiveness, now not a luscious woman with a expertise for sin, and she or he could relatively die than be beholden to someone. yet test as she may perhaps, she can't persuade him—or herself—that their tantalizing dalliance is an insignificant trifle. maybe woman Carrington has eventually met her match—a guy who will love yet no longer keep watch over her, a guy who can meet her wickedness with a fierce ardour of his personal . . .