Summary
Before Deirdre learned her husband’s secret, Frederick Fairchild was nothing more than a handsome fool.
He couldn’t ride because he was afraid of horses,
He couldn’t handle sword fighting because he’d faint at the sight of blood,
He couldn’t hunt because he felt sorry for the animals.
But all that cowardly and foolish behavior was nothing but a big fat lie.
The real Count Fairchild, known as ‘a man who suits gold, silk, and diamonds, the one most distant from guns, schemes, and all the virtues of a man,’
was, in fact, a traitor daring to defy the royal family.
And he was a bold, dangerous, and… even seductive man.
“I am a completely different person from what you knew. So, if you don’t like this, just think of it as another man entering your bed, not your husband.”
His hot lips pressed firmly against Deirdre’s instep.
She lost herself in confusion.