By Sabrina Jeffries
" * livid at his grandmother’s ultimatum to marry or lose his inheritance, Lord Jarret Sharpe wagers his luck—and his heart—at the cardboard desk opposed to a very unlikely opponent.
* Mired in scandal after his parents’ mysterious deaths, infamous gambler Lord Jarret Sharpe consents to tamely run the kin brewery for a yr if his Machiavellian grandmother rescinds her ultimatum that he marry. however the gambler in him can’t withstand while beguiling Annabel Lake proposes a guess. If she wins their card video game, he needs to aid retailer her family’s foundering brewery. but when he wins, she needs to spend an evening in his mattress. the end result units off a sequence of occasions that threatens to spoil all his plans . . . and unveils the key Annabel has held for therefore lengthy. while Jarret discovers the darker explanation for her bet, he forces her into one other one—and this time he intends to win not only her physique, yet her heart.
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