One of those dashing rogues too attractive to ignore, Lord Harwell featured largely in Rosalind Lovelace's fantasies. But she had too much common sense to let dreams color her reality. Harwell was a friend and neighbor--and destined to marry some Incomparable.
However, she was quite aware of his budding interest in her now that her poetry had won the attention of literary lion Lord Sylvester, whose own presence bestowed a grand dose of spring fever on Apple Hill. Love was in bloom. Most passionately in the heart of a rake who never fully appreciated the rose that had blossomed quite literally under his nose!” DRIVE
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