Though this is the 2nd in a series, I did not have any trouble reading it as a stand alone.Merribeth had an understanding for 5 years that she and Mr. Clairmore would one day marry. But he falls head over heels in love with another. Merribeth now has scandal associated with her name. A fortnig...
It's all fun and games … until someone falls in love.Oliver Goswick, Viscount Rathburn, needs money—and soon. With time ticking away and his inheritance held hostage until he's properly wed, Rathburn's slim options point to a single solution: a faux engagement. In need of the perfect bride, he kn...
It appears that the new Viscount L—’s first order of business was to procure a bride. A report from Gretna Green tells us that our Miss A— wore a single pearl on her dress. In related news, our Viscount E— has been spotted in his well-turned-out phaeton. Alone. Although with whispers (of the Orig...
“As you can see, the scrollwork is quite unique,” the bearded shopkeeper said with a flourish of his hand. Just as she opened her mouth to tell him that she’d seen three other platters with the same scrollwork, she was interrupted by tap on her shoulder. Turning, she found Miss Pursglove scowling...
“I fear exhaustion from the day’s long journey has swept over me quite suddenly. Please forgive me, but I must retire.” “I am too tired for parlor games as well,” Sophie said and made her excuses to retire early. They both stood. So did Lord Knightswold and then Mrs. Pearce. Merribeth watched as ...
Another large hunk of plaster had fallen from the hole in the parlor ceiling. And the broken window in the upstairs bedroom at the far corner had suffered another crack. Of course, the manor’s damage had occurred during the storm last night. Hers had happened this morning and centered on her hear...
His arrival caused Montwood and Danvers to lift their brows and then salute each other with their wine goblets. Pamela gasped. Brightwell offered a nod of greeting, his features inscrutable. And Calliope completely avoided his gaze.Standing at the opposite end of the table from her, Gabriel greet...
Mother said with undisguised impatience from the gallery of Lady Haguelin’s ballroom. Leaning a shoulder against a Corinthian column, Max skimmed over the faces at large, many quite pretty. Some were even known to have sharp intellect and possessed all the graces that one would expect of a debuta...
But she couldn’t remain this way any longer. The same dinners. The same conversations. The same disapproving gazes from Ethan. She felt foolish for ever having dreamed it would be different. And even more foolish for having been in love with Ethan for most of her life. She’d turned down two marri...