To Wed a Scandalous Spy (Royal Four, Book 1)
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"Lovely, high born Willa Trent was an orphan, raised by a local, somewhat odd family in the country, who want nothing but the best for their girl. So when she drags the unconscious man she accidentally hit with a slingshot home, they arrange a hasty marriage and pack the couple off with best wishes. Armed with a groggy husband and a new future, Willa's pie-eyed optimism has no limits...until she discovers the secret, dangerous world of Nathaniel Stonewell, Earl of Reardon, a.k.a. ""Lord Treason.""
Though Nathaniel is reviled by most of England for his devious plot against the Crown, he is, in reality, a member of an elite cadre of secret royal defenders on a daring undercover mission. He must keep his secrets at all cost, especially from Willa. And yet, he is enchanted...though he stubbornly refuses to surrender to his passion. Far better, he tells himself, to turn his back on love than risk everything for it. Luckily, his bride has other plans...
the stable with a careless knock of the contents against the door frame and tossed them negligently on the straw. Willa put her hands on her hips. “Be gentle, lads. My parents’ books are in those.” The two giant young men hung their heads like errant schoolboys before her. She sighed. “Now, I know you don’t like this any more than I do, but we simply have to make the best of it.” Dick toed the floor with one giant boot. “Are you happy to be leaving us, Willie?” Dan didn’t say anything, but
close. But he regained consciousness after only a few weeks, and I hear he is now able to walk again.” Nathaniel was appalled. “What did you do to him?” “I did nothing. It is not my fault that he fell into the millstream. I was only trying to push him back. He should never have let his feet get tangled in my knitting like that.” “So he was injured when he fell into a stream?” “Oh no, he only got a wetting from the stream. It was the waterwheel of the mill that did him in.” “He fell under the
she wasn’t in his bed, then where was she? She slept in her own bed across the room, precisely where she belonged. Curled tightly in her blanket with only a few stray locks of hair emerging from where her head was supposed to be. Relief swept Nathaniel. Then alarm. He had no business dreaming such dark things about Willa. He’d pinioned her hands; he’d handled her forcefully. That… he wasn’t that sort. At least, he hadn’t been. Once upon a time, he’d been a lazy, playful lover, with no impulse
realized that the fog had thinned, for she could see the fine horses and the ornate emblem on the carriage door. The inhabitants of the vehicle could also see her now, and she heard distinct sounds of alternating indignation and snide laughter. Nathaniel didn’t seem to notice or, if he did, to care. Taking her cue from him, Willa stared straight ahead, despite her curiosity. “I declare,” a female voice drawled, “I think Lord Treason has a new mare!” A male voice answered her. “And a white
“Darling, do come see the lovely floral settings I’ve ordered. Mr. LaMont has found just the thing.” Daphne rose gracefully to her feet with a faint smile in Willa’s direction. “Aunt Myrtle objects to moving up the ball, Mother Victoria.” Victoria shot the older woman a withering glance. “Well, fortunately, it is not for Myrtle to decide a thing.” Without waiting for a reply, Victoria motioned Daphne through the door and then swept out behind her. “Praying mantis,” Willa murmured. “Mantis