From the incomparable Jane Feather, author of national bestsellers Vanity , Violet , and Valentine, comes this enthralling new romance of daring deception and forbidden passion... Juliana drew the line at becoming a harlot. She had already begun the week as a bride...and ended it as a murderess. She was sure no one would believe that she'd hit her elderly groom with a bed warmer and knocked him dead quite by accident. So she did the only thing she could--she ran. Yet now she was in no position to turn down a shocking proposition from the dangerously handsome Duke of Redmayne: that she become one man's wife and another man's mistress--his mistress. Could she play such a role? Could she live up to such a bargain? And once she had tasted the pleasures of Redmayne's bed, would she ever want anything else? The sinful new novel from the bestselling author of Valentine. "Jane Feather is an accomplished storyteller...rare and wonderful." -- Daily News , Los Angeles The sinful new novel from the bestselling author of Valentine. "Jane Feather is an accomplished storyteller...rare and wonderful." -- Daily News , Los Angeles omparable Jane Feather, author of national bestsellers Vanity , Violet , and Valentine, comes this enthralling new romance of daring deception and forbidden passion... Juliana drew the line at becoming a harlot. She had already begun the week as a bride...and ended it as a murderess. She was sure no one would believe that she'd hit her elderly groom with a bed warmer and knocked him dead quite by accident. So she did the only thing she could--she ran. Yet now she was in no position to turn down a shocking proposition from the dangerously handsome Duke of Redmayne: that she become one man's wife and another man's mistress--his mistress. Could she play such a role? Could she live up to such a bargain? And once she had tasted the pleasures of Redmayne's bed, would she ever want anything else? From the incomparable Jane Feather, author of national bestsellers "Vanity, "Violet, and "Valentine, comes this enthralling new romance of daring deception and forbidden passion... Juliana drew the line at becoming a harlot. She had already begun the week as a bride...and ended it as a murderess. She was sure no one would believe that she'd hit her elderly groom with a bed warmer and knocked him dead quite by accident. So she did the only thing she could--she ran. Yet now she was in no position to turn down a shocking proposition from the dangerously handsome Duke of Redmayne: that she become one man's wife and another man's mistress--his mistress. Could she play such a role? Could she live up to such a bargain? And once she had tasted the pleasures of Redmayne's bed, would she ever want anything else? Jane Feather is the New York Times bestselling, award-winning author of Almost a Bride, The Wedding Game, The Bride Hunt, The Bachelor List, Kissed by Shadows, To Kiss a Spy, The Widow’s Kiss, The Least Likely Bride, The Accidental Bride, The Hostage Bride, A Valentine Wedding, The Emerald Swan, and many other historical romances. She was born in Cairo, Egypt, and grew up in the New Forest, in the South of England. She began her writing career after she and her family moved to Washington, D.C., in 1981. She now has more than ten million copies of her books in print. Tarquin took the scent of his wine and examined the still figure.   She reminded him of a hart at bay, radiating a kind of desperate courage that nevertheless acknowledged the grim reality of its position.   Her eyes met his scrutiny without blinking, the firm chin tilted, the wide, full mouth taut. There was something uncompromising about Juliana Beresford, from the tip of that flaming head of hair to the toes of her long feet.   The image of her naked body rose unbidden in his mind.   His eyes narrowed as his languid gaze slid over her, remembering the voluptuous quality of her nudity, the smooth white skin in startling contrast to the glowing hair. "If you insist upon making this proposition, my lord duke, I wish you would do so." Juliana spoke suddenly, breaking the intensity of a silence that had been having the strangest effect upon her.   Her skin was tingling all over, her nipples pricking against her laced bodice, and she had to fight against the urge to drop her eyes from that languid and yet curiously penetrating gray scrutiny. "By all means," he said, taking a sip of his wine.   "But I must first ask you a question.  Are you still virgin?" Juliana felt the color drain from her face.   She stared at him in disbelief "What business is that of yours?" "It's very much my business," the duke said evenly.  "Whether or not I make this proposition depends upon your answer." "I will not answer such a question," Juliana declared from a realm of outrage beyond anger. "My dear, you must.  If you wish to spare yourself the inconvenience of examination," he said in the same level tones.  "Mistress Dennison will discover the