Lady Eleanor Russell needed a husband. Immediately. With her father’s death imminent and no male heir to be found, Rutledge, her ancestral home, the famous Thoroughbred racing stable and the 100,000 acres of surrounding villages and tenant farms would revert to the Crown—never mind that her family had administered the lands for over a century. But no man in his right mind would choose an unattractive, outspoken, thirty-year-old spinster of strong opinions and stubborn independence to be his bride. Well, she’d have to buy a husband—and send him on his way.
An impoverished third son of a duke, Lord Miles Everleigh, tall, elegant and immensely handsome, relied heavily on the generosity of his friends and the kindness of wealthy widows to keep himself clothed, housed and fed. That he was as well-spoken and congenial as he was handsome won him acceptance into the highest of social circles—and into the beds of the most influential women, but it was a life-style that wore at a man’s self-respect. He was more than the male whore his step-brother named him.
When Lady Eleanor Russell contracted to buy a husband, she never intended to lose her heart.
When Lord Miles Everleigh accepted her contract, he never imagined he’d desire much more than money.