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Chapter One

Hells bells, Dylan hated these sorts of parties

Loathed them, actually

To be honest, he didn’t like anything that involved society or the ton

Aard, considering he was a marquess

Dylan Aainst the ith his arms crossed as he watched a sea of dancers sway back and forth in front of him, his face set in an annoyed frown

Hehell, the Den of Sins, or at his boxing club, or to be absolutely clear, having his fingernails ripped off one by one

He wasn’t meant for this sort of life, never had been A fact his fa him

In some ridiculous series of events, he had inherited the Milton title, which should have gone to his third cousin, Lord Henry James Marks Then his second cousin, the Honorable Steven Winthrop His older brother, Mr William Amesbury, would have been better but no For some odd reason fate had placed the title in his hands Loaded to the gills with debt, he’d been given the title and all the responsibility of turning the blasted marquisate around

Laughable, really because of all the ht have inherited it before hienerally skirted through life barely keeping himself out of trouble Well, serious trouble anyhow

His one into fits when she’d realized that he’d beco words to hi the family any more shame”

He let out a long breath, shaking his head

Three girls nearby giggled as they snapped their fans over theirinstruh to fan with such vigor?

He looked away again, not bothering to even feign interest in the debutantes

It wasn’t that he didn’t like women, he liked them very much Short ones, tall ones, curvy ones, brash ladies ore like sailors, exotic beauties, and everyday hard-drinking woh and a bit of fun with an even quicker tumble He’d even dallied with a few ladies of society Widoere a personal favorite of his

If there was one type he didn’t go for, it was the giggling, covered-in-lace, fan-waving,type

More precisely, he didn’t e part

He let out another long breath The very idea of tying himself to one woman left him cold deep inside He’d been meant for life of fun, leisure, and debauchery It’s all he’d ever been good at Ask anyone in his faree

But he found hie prospects

The Den of Sins had actually helped reduce theestates with villages that had largely been abandoned and fields that had ceased producing