The Devil’s daughter must never fall in love with a saint.
Gabriel was the Earl of Westfield, a man famous for his rigid morals and unshakeable honor. He was a reformer, a philanthropist, and a man who believed every sin could be accounted for. To Gabriel, the Duke of Kingston was the epitome of aristocratic corruption. He had spent years actively avoiding the Duke’s sphere of influence, determined to keep his own reputation spotless. Their collision was inevitable.
In return, Gabriel gave Phoebe something no one else ever had: he saw her as her own person, not just the daughter of the infamous Duke. La Hija Del Diablo Lisa Kleypas epub
Gabriel found Phoebe waiting in the hallway, twisting her lace handkerchief in anxiety. He didn't speak. Instead, he pulled her into a quiet alcove and kissed her with all the pent-up passion he had tried so hard to suppress.
That night, a single, stolen conversation sparked a connection neither could deny. Phoebe was drawn to Gabriel’s quiet strength and unyielding goodness. Gabriel was terrified by how easily this spirited woman could make him forget every rule he lived by. The Devil’s daughter must never fall in love with a saint
Over the coming weeks, a secret courtship blossomed. They met in the corners of libraries, during morning rides in Hyde Park, and behind the cover of heavy velvet curtains at society balls. Gabriel tried to resist her. He told himself she was spoiled, the product of a wicked lineage. But Phoebe challenged him, forced him to laugh, and showed him that goodness did not have to be cold.
Lady Phoebe Challon was the picture of pure, untouched innocence in a London ballroom. She was the youngest daughter of the most feared man in England—Sebastian St. Vincent, the Duke of Kingston. Known to the ton as "The Devil" for his ruthless past, Sebastian had shielded Phoebe from the darkness of his world. Yet, the same fire that once burned in her father now simmered beneath Phoebe’s polite smiles and silk gowns. She was bored of the endless parade of proper, boring suitors. Then came Gabriel Thorne. To Gabriel, the Duke of Kingston was the
"You think you are too good for my daughter, Lord Westfield," Sebastian purred, his pale eyes cold and calculating. "You think your perfect morality makes you the better man. But if you break her heart, I will show you exactly how I earned my title."