“For a brief, desperate moment, she wished she could begin anew, that her memories were as locked away as her brother’s. Because she had secretly loved the Duke of Montrose for as long as she could remember. Loving him did not mean she was going to allow herself to become his next victim, however. The duke collected hearts. He was reckless and wild, broken and jaded and cruel. He was driven by demons only he could see. And she had no wish to fall headlong into his darkness.”
Book:Duke of Debauchery