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| + | [[Category:Category Romance]][[category:1978 Releases]][[category:Historical Romance]] | ||
| + | * '''Author''': [[Polly Meyrick]] | ||
| + | * '''Publisher''': [[Mills and Boon]], [[Mills and Boon Historical Romance 1 - 100|Masquerade #0018]] | ||
| + | * '''Year''': 1978 | ||
The prospect was most terrifying! To shy, mousy Isabelle, hopelessly ignorant of city life, the idea of living in London with her wealthy uncle filled her with misgivings, and excitement. But her inability to cope with fashionable society became glaringly obvious when she met the dashing Marquis of Dale, a man who, with just a few words, seemed able to reduce her to little more than a blushing fool. And if feeling at ease with such people was going to be a trial, how on earth was she going to deal with falling in love? | The prospect was most terrifying! To shy, mousy Isabelle, hopelessly ignorant of city life, the idea of living in London with her wealthy uncle filled her with misgivings, and excitement. But her inability to cope with fashionable society became glaringly obvious when she met the dashing Marquis of Dale, a man who, with just a few words, seemed able to reduce her to little more than a blushing fool. And if feeling at ease with such people was going to be a trial, how on earth was she going to deal with falling in love? | ||
Revision as of 02:15, 24 August 2007
- Author: Polly Meyrick
- Publisher: Mills and Boon, Masquerade #0018
- Year: 1978
The prospect was most terrifying! To shy, mousy Isabelle, hopelessly ignorant of city life, the idea of living in London with her wealthy uncle filled her with misgivings, and excitement. But her inability to cope with fashionable society became glaringly obvious when she met the dashing Marquis of Dale, a man who, with just a few words, seemed able to reduce her to little more than a blushing fool. And if feeling at ease with such people was going to be a trial, how on earth was she going to deal with falling in love?
