Claudy Conn
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It started with a stolen kiss …
Fiery Myriah Whitney is wild of nature, contrary, and independent. But when her father catches her kissing the handsome Sir Roland (how else is she to determine if he is the one who will make her feel thunder and lightning, hear bells and music?), he declares that her days of headstrong independence are over. She will, he commands, announce her engagement to Sir Roland—immediately.
But in an age where marriages are about alliances rather than affection, practicality not passion, Myriah wants more—she wants to fall in love. And she does not love Sir Roland. So she runs away to her grandfather with her faithful manservant, Tabson, at her side.
A wrong turn in the fog, however, leads to the discovery of an injured young man, and before she knows it Myriah is caught up in world of intrigue and secrets. And when she meets the young man’s older brother, the mysterious Lord Kit Wimborne, the sparks fly. Their first encounter—in his bed, both of them naked, no less!—is an explosion of wills, and it is what finally set Myriah on fire.
She has, it seems, finally found her thunder and lightning…
She popped a small pastry into her mouth with more relish than parlor room manners, devoured it with a groan of pleasure, and reached for what looked like a two-inch round ham sandwich. Jethro had appreciated the young woman’s earlier shiver. For an infinitesimal moment, his eyes narrowed before a smile of satisfaction skimmed his face. She was sizing up the situation. Smart lass. He wanted her to know that he wanted nothing to do with her. He had one very good reason—but there were also many others. He would have to be careful to keep this blond, green-eyed beauty at arm’s length and out of his
way. When she bent to warm her hands by the fire—By Danu! Jethro found he had turn from the tantalizing sight of her small, round, perfectly shaped butt. He had not wanted her at Brionn. He had, in
fact, argued furiously about what he believed was a fiasco, but in the end he had allowed it. There was
very little he could deny his grandmother. She held hard and fast to what she said was her intuition. In
the end, he had given in to her intuition. Jethro was a strong-willed self disciplined man of means. He knew how to stand firm. He knew how to resist the irresistible and yet, he discovered himself momentarily mesmerized and mildly amused by the wee American. She is a damnable beauty. Her every movement enticed him to take another look, a longer glance, and a whiff of her delicious scent, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t. Aye, then, he thought darkly, he would have to keep her at more than just arm’s length. Bloody hell, he was getting hard just watching her eat.
Cherry Elton was beside herself! Her own mother had arranged a marriage for her to a man she had never even met. She had no choice but to run away.
Sky Westbrooke had no wish to marry, but his mischievous siblings sorely needed a firm maternal hand. Yet, how could he court his unseen bride, when into his employ had come the most remarkable, enchanting governess?
And Cherry, playing at being a governess was smitten by the handsome, cavalier Lord Westbrooke. His stolen kisses left her breathless—yet, he was betrothed to another. Whatever was a love struck governess to do?
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