Deceit

I needed to get away. My ex was getting married. So, I left. The English countryside was a picture-perfect escape. The dashing stranger an even better one. And what started as a chance encounter quickly became more. He promised to show me how to live, how to feel alive and forget a past best forgotten. He made me believe things could be different. That was until I found out who he was . . . He was Oliver Blackthorn. The 16th Earl of Lockhart. Thirty-third in line to the throne. And a liar.