Gypsy LoverAs the poor relation to a wealthy family, lovely Meg Shaw is obliged to be a governess companion to their daughter. But when her charge runs away, and Meg's position with the family is threatened, she embarks on a search of her own to find the missing heiress and clear her good name. Little did she expect that her path would cross Daffyd Reynard, a wealthy and dashing gentleman with the wild heart of a gypsy. Though Meg doesn't trust the glib and handsome rogue, and by polite society's rules cannot travel alone with a man, she reluctantly accepts Daffyd's help in her mission. Now all she has to do is find the missing heiress, keep her identity a secret, prevent her reputation from being ruined and fight the temptation of Daffyd's kiss... |
Contents
Section 13 | 196 |
Section 14 | 213 |
Section 15 | 227 |
Section 16 | 242 |
Section 17 | 259 |
Section 18 | 277 |
Section 19 | 296 |
Section 20 | 313 |
Section 9 | 128 |
Section 10 | 145 |
Section 11 | 160 |
Section 12 | 177 |
Section 21 | 330 |
Section 22 | 345 |
Section 23 | 362 |
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