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In Bed with the Duke

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A return to historical romance from the New York Times bestselling superstar
Lady's companion Emma Chegwidden avoids defying society's rules-until she runs right into the arms of the seductive Reaper...a mystery man whose goal is justice. Or is it vengeance? Only one thing is certain: he's far too dangerous for the demure Emma. But some challenges are too tempting to resist...
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      Starred review from March 1, 2010
      Emma Chegwidden thought that taking a position as companion to Lady Lettice Surtees would be an adventure, and she couldnt have been more right. Soon after starting her new job, Emma found herself summarily dismissed by her penny-pinching harridan of an employer and left to wander hopelessly lost through the forests of Moricadia. Things go from bad to worse when Emma runs smack into the Reaper, the ghostly rider who haunts the countryside. With absolutely no idea how she arrived, Emma wakes up the next morning in the home of the Fanchere family, whose other guest is Michael Durant, an Englishman and political prisoner of the de Guignards, the family who rules Moricadia with an iron fist. Emma thinks her adventure must now be over, but this time she couldnt be more wrong. In best-selling Dodds triumphant return to historical romance, she offers all of the elements her fans crave: deliciously clever writing, sexy romance, and a swashbuckling plot worthy of The Prisoner of Zenda.(Reprinted with permission of Booklist, copyright 2010, American Library Association.)

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