A resolute spinster. An irresistible rake. One accidental letter… Can love triumph over this hopeless muddle in the middle of the London season?
Lady Ludmilla is mortified. Though the spinster extraordinaire knows it is foolish, she has fallen head-over-heels for the amiable man with whom she’s been secretly corresponding, and that cannot be. When she sets out to uncover his identity, her world shatters. For her best friend Addy turns out to be none other but London’s worst rogue—the man who has ruined her engagement to someone else ten years earlier.
Lord St.Addington is perturbed. The wicked Viscount is developing a marked tendre for a spinster, and that cannot be. She might be mistaking him for someone he is not, or, what is worse, know precisely who he is. As London’s worst hellrake, he has a role to maintain, a charade to play. A depraved heart like his surely can’t be falling in love…least of all with a plain, outspoken spinster.
Determined to discover the truth behind the man she loves, Lu does what she does best: she sits down and writes a letter…
If you crave a humorous romp with witty banter and surprising twists, you will love Sofi Laporte’s charming masquerade.
Author Bio – Sofi was born in Vienna, grew up in Seoul, studied Comparative Literature in Maryland, U.S.A., and lived in Quito with her Ecuadorian husband. When not writing, she likes to scramble about the countryside exploring medieval castle ruins. She currently lives with her husband, 3 trilingual children, a sassy cat and a cheeky dog in Austria.
Sofi writes sweetly simmering Regency Romance with mischievous, witty banter and heart-throbbing happily-ever-after.
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Lady Ludmilla, daughter of a duke and the epitome of propriety and good conduct, has kissed a rake. The entire ton is in upheaval. She was a spinster! A plain old maid! What was this world coming to that even spinsters were now kissing rakes?
“Ludmilla. Did you kiss a rakehell?” Her aunt’s strident voice carried across the room.
Everyone heard her.
Hundreds of eyes were staring at her. The stuff of her nightmares. She saw the curious faces, the gleaming, gleeful eyes, so ready to judge a woman at the simplest transgression. They ignored the bell to return to the seats for the second act, for the drama that was unfolding here was so much more exciting than monologuing old Hamlet.
Lu could’ve cringed. She could’ve hung her head, taken her aunt by the arm, and dragged her away. She could’ve run and hidden in her aunt’s house.
Something snapped in Lu. She was done with it. So done!