The Devil’s daughter must never fall in love with a saint.
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.
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. La Hija Del Diablo Lisa Kleypas epub
Gabriel did not flinch. "I love her, Your Grace. I would dismantle my own life before I caused her a moment of sorrow."
A description of the wedding ceremony held at the St. Vincent estate 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.
"You look as though you are planning a sermon, My Lord," Phoebe said, stepping from the shadows. Instead, he pulled her into a quiet alcove
Sebastian stared at the young earl for a long, tense minute. Then, a slow, predatory smile crossed the Duke's face. "Good. See that you remember that."