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"Ponsonby is a bore," Arthur conceded, walking toward her. "But your form is still tragic. Anchor your hand to your jaw. Don't look at the arrow; look at the gold center."

"Hardly," Penelope laughed, turning in his arms. The wit that usually protected her failed as she looked up at him. "Perhaps the Duke of Ashbourne is good for something other than scowling at garden parties." Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

Arthur straightened, his curiosity piqued. "Freedom? Most ladies of the ton are content with embroidery and gossip." "Ponsonby is a bore," Arthur conceded, walking toward her

"I have my moments," Arthur said softly. "But if you win that tournament, you'll be the most sought-after woman in England. Is that truly the 'freedom' you want?" Don't look at the arrow; look at the gold center

With a heavy mahogany bow in hand and a quiver of arrows cinched at her waist, she marched into the clearing of the Duke of Ashbourne’s sprawling estate. She didn't notice the Duke himself—the notoriously brooding and impossibly handsome Arthur Vance—leaning against an oak tree just past the practice hay bales.

Lady Penelope Thorne was not looking for a husband, but she was looking for a target.