By Candice Hern
"Customers who benefit from the conventional Regency Romances of Georgette Heyer will get pleasure from this witty Regency romp by way of manhattan occasions bestselling writer Candice Hern. sisters at the fringe of poverty have an opportunity to fulfill prosperous, titled, single gents once they are abruptly invited to a month-long condominium social gathering at a well-known state property owned by way of the Duke of Carlisle. Disguising their impoverished state of affairs as top they could, the sisters release themselves into a few severe husband searching. however the plans collapse whilst the attractive, bubble-headed Susannah falls for the main wrong of suitors. Level-headed Catherine needs to shop the kinfolk from damage through securing a extra lucky fit. notwithstanding courted by means of a prosperous earl, she reveals herself falling for the good-looking property gardener and confronted with the alternative of marrying for funds and safety, or following her middle. Set at a grand state residence and gardens resembling Chatsworth, this candy love tale will sweep the reader away right into a international of early nineteenth century wealth and aristocratic privilege, and just a little of folly within the exceptional gardens.
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Hoped that someday they would meet again? " "And you aren't Andres Ramigio," the Duke of Holburn shot back-and she realized he didn't recall meeting her. Not one flicker of recognition crossed his face. The man of her dreams didn't remember her. It was a humiliating moment. He frowned at her fork, dusting off some imaginary piece of lint from his sleeve. "What are you going to do with that? " She meant the words. Chapter Two The tart's cool response to his comment caught Nick's attention. At last, he troubled himself to give her a good hard look and then almost dropped his jaw in stunned surprise.
There followed the door closing. A wine bottle was uncorked. "Drink this," the duke ordered. He filled the glass close to her place. He poured himself a glass before setting the bottle down. When she didn't drink he threw himself down impatiently in the chair beside her. He lifted his glass. " He drained his glass, then put it aside to take hers and place it in her hand. "Drink it. " She shot him a glance of surprise, her fingers automatically wrapping around the stem of her glass. " "We rakes don't like seducing pasty white things," he said in self-mockery.
Why hadn't she placed it in her pocket when she had a chance? "That's mine," Fiona said. " "But I'm not through asking questions," he said with no show of remorse. A lock of his hair fell over his forehead, giving him a boyishly handsome appearance. He was enjoying himself. "We weren't talking," Fiona snapped. " He shook the purse. " At that moment, the attraction Fiona felt for him vanished. How dare he hold her purse hostage? She'd earned that money. It was vital to her survival. And yet what could she do?