Yours for Christmas

<p><strong>I'm not even supposed to be here.</strong></p><p> </p><p>The Christmas Ball at Farcliff Castle is meant for proper royals... not families who are hanging on to their titles by a thread.<br>Families whose daughters need to marry well else they'll lose their standing in society.</p><p>Families like mine.</p><p> </p><p>You know who else shouldn't be here?<br>The Duke of Blythe.</p><p> </p><p>Brooding mysterious with a gaze that makes my whole body ignite.</p><p>When the Duke steals me away from the ball he shows me what it means to be a woman.<br>Makes me think that my future could involve something more than a loveless marriage to an old well-titled man.<br>Treats my body with reverence and shows me E-X-A-C-T-L-Y what I've been missing in my prim and proper life.</p><p> </p><p>But the Duke has secrets he's not ready to share and my time is running out...<br>...and that's before I find out I'm pregnant.</p>