Yours for Christmas

I'm not even supposed to be here.The Christmas Ball at Farcliff Castle is meant for proper royals... not families who are hanging on to their titles by a thread.Families whose daughters need to marry well, else they'll lose their standing in society.Families like mine.You know who else shouldn't be here?The Duke of Blythe.Brooding, mysterious, with a gaze that makes my whole body ignite.When the Duke steals me away from the ball, he shows me what it means to be a woman.Makes me think that my future could involve something more than a loveless marriage to an old, well-titled man.Treats my body with reverence, and shows me E-X-A-C-T-L-Y what I've been missing in my prim and proper life.But the Duke has secrets he's not ready to share, and my time is running out......and that's before I find out I'm pregnant.