She was Ignored at the Ballroom, Then a Stranger Whispered, “Dance with Me” Not Knowing He's a duke!

Nobody had spoken to her in ninety minutes, and that was not an accident. Margaret Stroud's father owned the bank that failed in October and took half of Shropshire down with it — a hundred and forty-one thousand pounds, a charity school, a turnpike trust, and a glover's shop on Corve Street. Every person at that assembly had lost something. They had all agreed she was not to be seen. Then the Duke of Corvedale crossed the whole length of the floor in front of two hundred people and asked her to dance. He had lost more in that bank than everyone else in the room combined. He wanted something. She knew it before the first turn. A full-length historical romance. Four chapters. Slow burn, no rescuing required. 🌍 Comment the country you're listening from — and what time it is where you are. 🔔 Subscribe for a new story every week. #historicalromance #historicalfiction