The Doxy Masque — Ann Stanfield

"WELL MY DISDAINFUL FRIEND, I SHALL CERTAINLY MAKE YOU REMEMBER ME THIS TIME!"

So thought Lady Favia Dalreagh as she approached Stephen Spencer Kyle. Heretofore, the famous reformer had nothing but indifference for the celebrated beauty, an attitude that had only served to further pique the lady's interest in him.

But the straitened finances of Lady Dalreagh any; her widowed mother did not afford Favia the luxury of a flirtation ...especially since she had caught the eye of the Regent himself! Prinny's stamp of approval was certain to assure Favia's value on the marriage mart.

Only by leading a double life--in the disguise of a dozy for Mr. Kyle by day, a glittering paragon for the Prince at night--could Favia reconcile hey warring desires. But masquerade or no, there was a bitter secret that threatened to wrest Stephen Kyle from her arms forever ....