The Viscount's Bride (Love's Pride Book 2)
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Sometimes, a woman needs a hero
*** A steamy Regency Romance ***
Miss Caroline Jennings has lost everything. Her home, her father, and any chance of happiness. What is more? If her father’s secret is exposed. She will be known as the daughter of a traitor.
Surely, life cannot get much worse.
When a carriage accident throws her into the river. - fitting punishment for her father’s crimes. - She is tempted to allow herself to succumb. It is only the thought of her two younger sisters and the strong arms of her rescuer that keep her among the living.
Until the arrival of Alexander Vessey, Viscount Beachmont, ex-soldier, and one of the richest men in Britain. A classic hero if she’d ever seen one. Big, strong, and commanding. Any woman’s heart would flutter like hers to be saved by him.
His heroics unfortunately have saved her for a life of loneliness and want.
However, when he offers her a marriage of convenience it seems the perfect solution to regain her life. The only danger she faces now is the possibility of losing her heart.
banging at the front door made her heart lurch. Was it another letter? It had been over six days since the last. She had begun to hope there would be no more. To secretly believe it had all been a mistake. She held her breath waiting for Johnson to deliver another missive on a silver platter. Loud footsteps marched across the foyer floor towards the study. It didn’t sound like Johnson, the man was as quiet as a church mouse. What’s more, he had trained the footmen to be as quiet and
asked herself, not for the first time. Caroline hesitantly reached out to touch the necklace. Unable to believe what she was seeing. “It is beautiful Alexander, you can’t … I mean… Oh, it is lovely. Is it your mother’s?” He laughed. “No. It is yours. I picked it up today. I am sorry for taking so long. Most of my mother’s pieces went to Ann. Except for those that belonged to the title. The next time you are at Armherst I will show them to you.” Her stomach fluttered at the thought of
commanding officer a questioning look. The older man laughed. “Let her have her fun. Dance, and laugh. Remember. It’s your bed she is going home too.” Alexander tried to take a calming breath. The Duke was right. Caroline deserved a night of fun. He still couldn’t believe he had forgotten to send an announcement to the Times. See, this was why men shouldn’t get married. “Besides,” the Duke continued. “That is Lord Towers. Believe me, you have nothing to worry about. He hasn’t been with a woman
shoulder as he positioned himself, then slowly entered her. She instinctively arched into him. Loving the feel of him inside her. Loving the pure emotion. Her eyes glanced at the mirror and saw him watching her as he pushed himself into her. She felt her heart melt at the look of joy on his face. He continued to work himself into her. Back and forth. He pulled back and then entered her again. His hands grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back onto him. Sliding, slamming, over and over.
her reticule and a knit shawl from the back of her chair. She didn’t have time to become properly dressed. She must act and she must act now. Taking a deep breath she opened the window that overlooked the street and the park beyond. A quick perusal showed no one watching the house. That didn’t surprise her. Alexander had half the nation out looking for the Demon. She gathered her skirts and placed one leg through then the other. It was a simple drop to the grass below. She was out. Just as