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329 pages, Paperback
First published January 23, 2012

Here, in a white muslin ball gown, with her brown hair tucked into a spinster’s cap, no one spared her a first glance, let alone a second.
Last night, wearing breeches and a wild, unkempt wig, everyone cheered at her feet.
Seven Dials could be dangerous, particularly at night, but the overflow of crowds from nearby Covent Garden mitigated the risk.



...the damp, moist air of the playhouse felt like her ruin closing in on her. But some secret place, which she would never confess to, was thrilled at her forced return to the stage. In all her years as a debutante, she had never walked into a room and felt – adored.
In the darkened alleyway, she should have been afraid – but there remained that fascinating feeling that she was in control, not them.
They discussed her like she was a commodity, and seeing how men spoke about women when there were no ladies present annoyed her.
Was this what it was to be a courtesan – an object for entertainment?
She may have liked their adoration from the safety of the stage, but in the alley, their desires felt dangerous.
...the next few weeks might be the only time she would ever feel adored – by the ton, by the audience, by the duke who promised to save her.
...Being alone with him in a closed carriage was very different from dancing with him in a crowded ballroom.
...With the events of the last two hours – losing her virginity, and then refusing a marriage proposal from a man she thought she might love – she knew she would not sleep easily.
He had last been seen nearly a decade earlier, when everyone knew him as Ferguson – a third son with no prospects and a scandalous reputation.

...the amusement lurking on his face intrigued her. It was almost like he was playing a role – and laughing at those who could not see through his deception. She knew how that felt.
...Her dress, her cap, her slippers, even her undergarments were all new. But she felt like something old and broken accidentally left in the remade room, waiting for a chambermaid to notice and sweep her away.
...If her reputation survived the month, the reducing diet she feigned to throw Aunt Augusta off the scent might still kill her.
...She had the strangest desire to twine around his body, like ivy on a lamppost, supported by him and yet capable of pulling him down.

...At least maudlin and lovesick were preferable to bitter and ashamed.
..."If I lost you, I would become the man he was."
..."I would have endured another decade with my father without complaint if I had known you waited for me at the end of it."