When I see a book by Loretta Chase, I know that it will be a story worth reading.
Lady Olympia Hightower is twenty-six years old and in her seven seasons has not managed to become betrothed. Image her surprise when she receives an offer from the young, wealthy and utterly gorgeous Duke of Ashmont? Her parents are almost desperate for funds to support her brothers and Olympia being the practice sort, accepts him. What she comes to find out is that Ashmont is a wastrel of the worst sort and hangs out with several gentlemen of the same ilk. On the day of her wedding, the groom is totally inebriated and Olympia decides she has to escape. Climbing out of a window, she is followed by Hugh Ancaster, the Duke of Ripley who is a friend of the Ashmont's and has been tasked with standing up as his best man. What follows is a whirlwind journey with Hugh, at first trying to get Olympia back to the wedding. But as fate often has different ideas, an attraction begins between the two. Of course there is a lot of adventure and many entertaining moments that will keep you turning the pages!
You will love this book as I did and will be looking forward to the next in the series!
Not all dukes are created equal. Most are upstanding members of Society. And then there’s the trio known as Their Dis-Graces.
Hugh Philemon Ancaster, seventh Duke of Ripley, will never win prizes for virtue. But even he draws the line at running off with his best friend’s bride. All he’s trying to do is recapture the slightly inebriated Lady Olympia Hightower and return her to her intended bridegroom.
For reasons that elude her, bookish, bespectacled Olympia is supposed to marry a gorgeous rake of a duke. The ton is flabbergasted. Her family’s ecstatic. And Olympia? She’s climbing out of a window, bent on a getaway. But tall, dark, and exasperating Ripley is hot on her trail, determined to bring her back to his friend. For once, the world-famous hellion is trying to do the honorable thing.
So why does Olympia have to make it so deliciously difficult for him . . . ?