He needed money, the Duke thought. God knew that was true.
But he had no intention of selling his title to obtain it or of marrying Isobel’s stepdaughter because she wished to be rid of her.
But that she intended to blackmail him with letters he had written to Yvonne de Mauzon made the situation quite different.
It was known to every man in London that the Ambassador was exceedingly jealous and this was understandable considering his wife was not only beautiful but had an indescribable fascination.
She had only to smile at a man and look at him from under her long eyelashes for him to feel the blood throbbing in his temples.
The Duke in all his many love affairs had never known a woman so insatiable or so provocative.
From the moment Yvonne de Mauzon smiled at him with an invitation
