Tremaine's True Love (True Gentlemen)
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A 2016 RITA Finalist for Historical Romanace!
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Grace Burrowes introduces a brand new gorgeous Regency Romance series featuring the Haddonfield ladies and their loves.
He's had everything he could ever want...until now
Wealthy wool magnate Tremaine St. Michael is half French, half Scottish, and all business. He prowls the world in search of more profits, rarely settling in one place for long. When he meets practical, reserved Lady Nita Haddonfield, he sees an opportunity to mix business with pleasure by making the lady his own.
Nita Haddonfield has a meaningful life tending to others, though nobody is dedicated to caring for Nita. She insists the limitations of marriage aren't for her, then Tremaine St. Michael arrives-protective, passionate, and very, very determined to win Nita's heart.
True Gentleman series
Tremaine's True Love (Book 1)
Daniel's True Desire (Book 2)
Will's True Wish (Book 3)
Grace Burrowes writes heroes you'll never forget.
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Winnifred Hess believed the angel of death had sat upon her chest counting her chicken pox. The ill and the injured inflicted their confidences on Nita. She wanted Tremaine St. Michael’s confidences, even as she was puzzled that he’d offer them from atop his horse. Worse, she wanted to share her confidences with him, which might explain her remark about Horrible Horton. “The physician looks like Father Christmas out of his seasonal robes,” Mr. St. Michael said. “He hates you?” “Not quite,”
sick babies? Leave them to those professionally trained to deal with them, Nita, or to those who conceive them. Nicholas will be in a much better humor if you do.” Kirsten would be in a better humor too, for no one would have to worry that Nita’s next sniffle could turn into her last. “If you should fall ill, Kirsten, shall we summon Dr. Horton?” Nita might as well have offered Kirsten a plate of boiled cabbage. “I will die before I let that old man near my sickroom.” “Many do.” And there,
to anger, formidable when roused, loyal as hell, and attractive even when roaring drunk or in the grip of an ague. “Your outing to see the sheep can wait for an hour,” Bellefonte said. “Nita just sat down to her breakfast.” Beside Tremaine, the lady silently bristled at her brother’s solicitude, as if she would rather have spoken for herself. “Jam, my lady?” Tremaine held out the jar of preserves, and another of those familial awkwardnesses passed in silence. “Thank you, Mr. St. Michael.” Her
He was besotted. “Tremaine, if we’re to be lovely together.” A ewe butted him gently above the knees, another warning that George approached. “You allowed that we could bide in Haddondale?” Lady Nita asked. Just like that, in the dead of winter, spring arrived to Tremaine St. Michael’s heart, to his entire life. “We can. My business interests require that I travel, but I have good stewards and factors, and you’ll want to be near family.” Particularly as the babies arrived, which Tremaine had
Haddonfield. Digby likes you, and you’d be a wonderful father.” George took her hand, a hand that shouldn’t have calluses. “I will make you a wonderful husband, Elsie, or give it my best try.” “I should not have kissed you.” That’s all they’d done—kiss, albeit with startling passion—and on the short drive to Stonebridge, they’d snuggled under the lap robes necessary when traveling by sleigh, as any couple might have snuggled. “Why shouldn’t you have kissed me?” Elsie’s expression said