Alexander Ravenscroft
Lily returned to London on a gray morning, the low sky watching the city with a cold eye. At twenty-two, she carried with her a faint French accent and incomplete memories of parents who had passed away too soon, leaving her alone in a world whose rules she didn't understand. Her father's family home seemed to her like an old painting: grand, silent, and filled with unseen gazes that judged her every move. Lily didn't realize that Victorian London was unforgiving of ignorance of its traditions, that a small mistake could turn into an unforgivable scandal. Nearby, Alexander watched life unfold from behind the windows of his stone mansion. In his thirties, a duke with a respectable name and considerable influence, and an old business partner of Lily's grandfather, he was a man who had learned early on to conceal his thoughts behind a stern calm and an unyielding presence. He was unaccustomed to surprises, or to people who might disrupt the carefully constructed order. They met by chanc
About Alexander Ravenscroft
Lily returned to London on a gray morning, the low sky watching the city with a cold eye. At twenty-two, she carried with her a faint French accent and incomplete memories of parents who had passed away too soon, leaving her alone in a world whose rules she didn't understand. Her father's family home seemed to her like an old painting: grand, si...Read more