The Disreputable Duke

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the spur of the moment as Marquis Prybourn was naked except for a pair of women’s red silk and lace pants. He ran across the road and jumped on the back of the horse to stop it running into traffic. When the

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clenched his fists were the only sign of his rage. God help him if the nurse caught sight of his anger, she would fuss and f

of seeing his only son in the Daily Mail ‘column of shame’. In fact that wasn't the only tabloid newspaper Jasper was in this morning, his charming features and irrepressible grin

ound Hyde Park on the back of a horse, but the fact that he was naked except for a pair of red lacy knickers

How could he trust him to take care of the house and land after he’d died? His

ht refracting rainbows through the mullioned windows, brought a sense of peace and continuity somewhat dispelling the feeling of anger and irritation caused by his son. The light bounced off the glass fronted s

red years that a Neyve had been living here and this wo

in their ancestry, the fifth Duke, Thomas, had upset king Henry VIII, which, according to history, was not a very bright thing to do at the best of times, but after spending several months in the Tow

ing at his body despite the chemo, but he had made peace with God, he wasn't afraid of dying. He'd had seventy five years of life, and it was a good life. Twenty years older than his dear wife Rosslyn

all these years that just six weeks after she had given birth, he had cheated on his wife. He had been incredibly selfish, not to mention stupid, in enticing and seducing one of the stable girls

again and again. The boy and his mother were far away in Bedfordshire, and perhaps still living in the house he had secretly bought for the girl. He hoped that she had used the lump sum of twenty thousand pounds to live well, she had been an intelligent girl, mostly, and promised him that s

her to tell Braxton why, had threatened her with the loss of the house and money if she told a soul. Of course thi

oking at it, but he was old fashioned enough, and maybe shameful of the fact that he had cheated on his wife over and over again. His wife who loved and adored him.

ing himself. For God's sake the man was thirty three years of age, he should be married with a couple of children by no

ation is everything as far as a man is concerned? He had no doubt that the parties these young people went to were on a par with a Roman orgy full of drugs and sex. Well he had some influen