Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be Cinderella? To go from being a lowly companion to being a wealthy duchess, with men fighting for your hand in marriage? I know I’ve thought about it. I’ve imagined myself dressed in the finest gown, poised at the top of the ballroom stairs, while below me, everyone marvels at my beauty. Then reality intrudes, and I realize I get nervous when people stare at me, then I get clumsy, and I would probably fall down those marble stairs and knock myself silly.
Reality is overrated.
Which is pretty much what shy Miss Eleanor de Lacy discovers when she changes places with her cousin, Madeline, the duchess of Magnus. Madeline’s father has lost her in a card game to a rogue by the name of Mr. Remington Knight, so Eleanor travels to London to confront Remington. She finds herself facing a handsome, heartless man who believes her to be the duchess and intends to marry her. He ruthlessly romances her, dresses her in great clothes, takes her dancing every night, and what’s worse, Eleanor likes it. She likes him. She wants to keep him—and she’s lying to him about who she is. Did I say reality was overrated? So is being Cinderella.
I hope you enjoy.
