How to Live Happily Ever After (Paperback)
Who said three times is a charm? Try seventeen rejections! At nine-and-twenty, Agnes Bottombrook had gracefully resigned herself to spinsterhood. Gentlemen simply didn't find her particularly charming—not even during her prime. Now, seemingly settled on the shelf, Agnes has embraced her fate with a pinch of humor and a hefty dose of realism.
Enter LORD WENTFORD: Rakishly Young, Handsome, and Inexplicably Interested.
When Lord Wentford, a dashing young nobleman, unexpectedly asks Agnes to dance, it sends ripples through London society and shock waves through his mother. Agnes, ever the skeptic, suspects his intentions are less than honorable—perhaps a wager or a daring bet gone too far.
Old maid? Not if he has anything to say about it.
Despite Agnes's best efforts to dissuade him, Lord Wentford proves unshakeably persistent, challenging her long-held beliefs about love and her own self-worth. As Agnes finds herself increasingly drawn into a whirlwind of emotion and doubt, she must decide: Is embracing this unforeseen romance an act of courage or folly?
Will Agnes dare to trust her heart, or is she risking it all on a fleeting fantasy?
She's not looking for a hero, but what if he's looking for her?
In a tale of unwavering pursuit and reluctant affection, Agnes might just find that the most improbable love could be exactly what she needs—if she's brave enough to accept it.
Paperback Edition: 6 x 9 inches Page count: 128 pages Print on Demand: Lulu Press ISBN: 978-3-98536-220-2 |
It was her!
Grant Barrett, Earl of Wentford, felt as though he had strayed into a dream as he stood and stared across the ballroom at the woman he would marry.
He had never met her.
He had never spoken to her.
He did not even know her name.
Yet, he knew that it was ℎ𝑒𝑟.
Her and no other.
Grant had felt it as though a bolt of lightning had struck him hard in the chest, knocking the air from his lungs and pulling his focus from the world around him to settle on her.
Her alone.
It was her!
His heart beat fast against his ribs as his gaze trailed over her lovely features. Her eyes shone in a rare golden hue, complementing the soft waves of her hair despite the few unruly curls that had escaped down her temples. With a wave of her hand, she brushed them away. There was kindness in her gaze, something soft and tender, sweet and almost innocent. Yet, Grant smiled when he saw the determined set of her jaw as well as the hint of steel that came to her eyes as a group of haughty, young debutantes pushed past her with no regard for their surroundings.
With a slight scoff, his siren turned away, rolling her eyes in a way that made Grant’s heart pause in his chest.