Tangled Reins (Historical)
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“Stephanie Laurens' heroines are marvelous tributes to Georgette Heyer: feisty and strong.” - Cathy Kelly
Miss Dorothea Darent has no intention of ever getting married, certainly not to a rogue such as the Marquis of Hazelmere. A disreputable scoundrel, he is captivated when they meet by chance and is determined to win her heart, even while she's busy dazzling the rest of London society. Now Dorothea has a choice to make: stick with her plan to remain a respectable spinster, or run into the arms of her dashing stranger…
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A regency historical romance set in London, England.
found oddly disconcerting, his hazel eyes trapping her own, he said, 'Then I will hope to further my acquaintance with you, Miss Darent. I do hope you'll not find me too inconsequential to remember?' The gently mocking tone was back. Dorothea returned the provocative hazel glance without apparent concern, and, wide-eyed, remarked, 'Oh, I shouldn't think I'd forget you now, my lord.' He only just succeeded in controlling his face but his eyes clearly registered the hit. He paused, looking down
that young gentleman had sapiently remarked. When Dorothea entered the room Lady Merion smiled and waved her to the comfortable chaise. 'You're looking a great deal better, my dear.' 'I feel a great deal better, Grandmama,' replied Dorothea, dutifully kissing her cheek and then gracefully sitting beside her. Noting her calm and confident manner, Hermione nodded. 'I think it's time we had some plain speaking.' Having made this promising beginning, she paused to marshal her arguments. 'To
the same. So wherever Tony is, Marc's with him. Bound to be. And Marc would never allow this. You may not know, but I do. Devilishly starchy on some things, Hazelmere.' Dorothea, knowing this to be the truth, gave voice to her thoughts. 'But if it is a hoax, to what purpose?' Ferdie realised they had all made a mistake in forgetting there were two Darent sisters. Dorothea and Lady Rothwell were obviously expecting him to answer. 'Sorry to have to say this, but I'm afraid she's been
forthwith. Aside from getting you and Cecily safely away, it's by far too crowded for my liking.' She smiled back, ignoring the little thrill of anticipation the words and tone drew forth, perfectly content to do whatever he wished, just as long as he continued to smile at her in that deliciously peculiar way. As usual, he had assumed command. But she could hardly argue with the efficient way he had got rid of Edward Buchanan. In the circumstances, she felt she could safely leave discussion
disrupt.' For some reason, far from reassuring her, the statement seemed to have the opposite effect. Dorothea gulped. For one instant she almost convinced herself that she didn't want to know. Then she shook her head. 'In that case, I really don't think we…would suit.' Hazelmere was entirely at sea. He had no idea what she was talking about, but he heard the catch in her voice. Foreseeing an unprofitable and probably distressing time ahead if they continued in this roundabout fashion, he