Slowly, he lifted his hand to cup her cheek and brushed a thumb over her satin-soft skin.
"Pray tell, what power is it that I wield?"
"I lack wealth, status, and beauty," she said matter-of-factly. Are these two lost souls finally ready to be schooled in the art of love? What neither of them could have expected from this arrangement, however, is an attraction that burns stronger than ever. Penniless but not without pride, Meg convinces the vexingly handsome Will to hire her for the job. A tragic accident robbed her of everything, and now, at age twenty-three, her marital prospects are slim to none. But she bowed out of the engagement―and, since then, has never been the same. Miss Margaret Lacey is brainy, beautiful, and, once upon a time, Will’s betrothed.
Hiring a governess should solve some of Will’s problems…but when he meets the candidate in question, he finds himself in an entirely new predicament. Not only has he broken ties with his longtime mistress, his mother has publicly announced her wish for him to marry a suitable young lady―if only to help him raise the twins left in his care. Yet as their feelings deepen, Fiona’s deadline looms.William Ryder, Earl of Castleton, is at the end of his noble rope. Gray can’t help but be dazzled by her genuine warmth. But marrying in name only may prove difficult for Fiona. The handsome earl seems a sensible choice for a husband…if only she can convince him that romance will play no part. Gray is confident that spending a week at his ramshackle estate will change her mind about marriage, but every passionate moment he spends with her tempts him to change his…Ī talented artist, Miss Fiona Hartley desperately needs her dowry money to pay off a blackmailer set on ruining her sister.
Even if Gray didn’t have his hands full renovating his crumbling country house, it would take more than a bold marriage proposal from a headstrong young beauty to thaw his frozen heart. Recently jilted by his fiancée, David Gray, Earl of Ravenport is not in the market for a wife. And a love that just might be written in the stars, in First Earl I See Tonight by Anna Bennett.
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