Married to the Viscount (Swanlea Spinsters, Book 5)
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The dashing Viscount proposes a marriage in name only . . . in New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sabrina Jeffries' sexy historical romance
Abigail Mercer was thrilled at being reunited with Spencer Law, whom she met once and later married by proxy. But now Viscount Ravenswood denies all knowledge of their union! Too many witnesses have made it impossible for the secretive Spencer to reject his bride without causing a scandal. So he has proposed a marriage in name only until they can locate his mysteriously absent younger brother—who is responsible for everything!—and untangle this messy affair.
Abigail is incensed, irate . . . and irresistibly attracted to this handsome, infuriating man who hides his smoldering passion behind a proper exterior. So the lady will agree to his terms on one condition: Spencer must seal their bargain with a kiss. But he finds that one deep, lingering, unforgettable kiss isn't nearly enough. And keeping his hands off his pretty wife is going to be much harder than he thought.
the boy was in leading strings. Saw it all—the stepmother running off and the father dying of shame over it.” She brushed harder. “One more thing his lordship couldn’t prevent.” Not to mention the accident that happened about that time and ended all of Spencer’s hopes for children. The woman did have a point—what a lot of tragedy for one man to suffer. “Suddenly,” Mrs. Graham went on, “he’s the viscount himself, with an estate and a rascal of a younger brother to manage, not to mention his duty
believe she is the one having the baby.” He leveled a stern glance on his brother. “And she is the one who will suffer society’s disapprobation if you don’t marry her at once.” Nat’s pleasure turned to alarm just that quick. “Is she all right?” “She will be, once you’re there. But the only way to preserve her reputation is if the two of you elope immediately, making people think you simply couldn’t wait for a wedding. That way her mother—who’s not the brightest candle in the sconce and is
drink? Astonishing! Usually you’re too busy running England to overindulge. And too dignified.” Nat planted his elbows on the sturdy oak table. “Though I must admit you haven’t been yourself since we arrived two weeks ago.” He cocked his head to examine his brother. “It’s Dr. Mercer’s daughter, isn’t it? She’s the one making you act so strangely.” Spencer barely mustered one of his steely-eyed glances. “Don’t be absurd.” But just that quickly his mind conjured up the image of Abigail Mercer,
course. Who doesn’t?” He glanced to her, one eyebrow raised. “And don’t try to tell me again that you don’t,” she went on quickly. “I won’t believe it. I saw you with those children. You were compassionate and entertaining—” “I can put a good face on things when I need to,” he bit out. “Hogwash. You could have gone to your club any time you wanted. But you didn’t. And no man who hates children would have told them jokes and tolerated them climbing all over him.” She crossed her arms over her
Ravenswood had never meant to marry her. The fanciful feelings she’d attributed to him, the sweet fantasies she’d conjured up of their future life together…they were figments of her own imagination. Figments that Nathaniel had used to his advantage. The complete humiliation of it seeped into the marrow of her bones. She was here in England, having spent nearly all the meager funds left to her, with her dowry and her father’s business stolen— Spots formed behind her eyes. She tried to breathe,