Lady in Red (Avon Historical Romance)
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When a priceless treasure brings together . . .
W ealthy and powerful Marcus St. John, the Marquis of Treymount, must recover a lost family heirloom that is in the possession of Miss Honoria Baker-Sneed. All he needs to do is convince her to relinquish his treasure for a reasonable sum. But when he meets Honoria, he's surprised to discover she is as headstrong as she is beautiful.
Two unlikely hearts . . .
Honoria is astounded when Marcus shows up on her doorstep and arrogantly demands a ring that is rightfully hers. She agrees to return the heirloom, but on one condition: He must sponsor her sister into society—an idea Marcus considers absolutely preposterous.
Only love can decide the outcome.
W hen a heated argument ensues, they find themselves in a compromising position and are forced to marry. What starts out as a marriage in name only soon becomes much more as Marcus realizes Honoria has stolen his heart. But can he prove to his wife that he is worthy of her love?
pen to the ink pot. “Come. We’ll find Achilles and you can take him back to his box under the bed.” George put his hand in hers and they started for the door. Honoria made a great adventure of their search—anything to keep George’s mind off Ned. First they looked upstairs, peering into all of Achilles’s usual hideaways, many of which were cobweb-strewn corners beneath large pieces of furniture. Then they moved downstairs, peeking beneath sofas and cabinets. They would have made faster time had
thousand pounds.” “Bloody hell!” The words burst from his lips and rang through the room. He glared down at her, his hands fisted at his sides. He was standing, though he didn’t remember getting up. “That is outrageous and you know it.” “No,” she said almost regretfully. “I don’t know that it is outrageous at all. Seven thousand pounds, my lord, or the ring stays mine.” “You are mad if you think I’ll pay that much for a blasted ring.” “Then we have nothing more to say to one another.” She
that, he turned and left, barely acknowledging those who bowed or called out greetings. Bloody hell, what was that all about? Disturbed more than he would admit, Marcus made his way to his carriage, wondering if the entire world had set out to thwart him today. Two days later, Honoria sat in the sitting room with her sisters. It was a charming tableau, a fact she might have noticed had she not been so sunk in thought as to be oblivious to her surroundings. Cassandra, who was sitting beside
it was worth. I fear I would be less than true to my own sense of value if I agreed to such an outlandish price for the ring.” “If you have already decided that, then why should I bother even waiting the week?” “Because I intend on finding a way to make you change your mind.” Her hazel eyes blazed, her lips thinned, and her shoulders sprung back as if readying her for an attack of some sort. “You can’t.” And with that terse sentence, she turned back to the frieze and studied it as if her life
your eyes.” “Perhaps later,” Honoria said, marching toward the doors leading to the sitting room, her frustration so high she didn’t dare say anything else. “But—you will fail tomorrow if you do not practice!” Olivia called after her. “And no amount of playacting will help you then,” Juliet added loudly. “Don’t you want Cassandra to have a seas—” Honoria shut the door on them all. From where she sat at a chair by the fire working on some stitchery, Cassandra looked up and smiled. “There you