Rupert Haskell has always thought that Anthea, his friend Alexander’s younger sister, would make an excellent choice of bride, but the loss of his inheritance made it impossible for him to court her. Caught between his honor and his heart, the only way he can show his esteem for Anthea is remove the stain from her name—even if that means having to watch her marry another man.
Anthea Armstrong left London in her debut season when she was falsely accused of theft. Now that the real villain has been apprehended, she’s returned to town to arrange her brother’s wedding. She hopes to once again encounter the mysterious suitor who stole her heart with a kiss at a masquerade ball…when she realizes the mysterious man is none other than Rupert Haskell, can she convince this proud man of honor to take a chance on love?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / RegencyThis is the third book in a linked series of Regency romance novellas. Please do not offer for this book before the first two are translated. Thank you.
“The first of us to fall prey to the parson’s mousetrap!” Sebastian Montgomery crowed, saluting Alexander Armstrong as he dropped into the leather chair in the library of his Mayfair townhouse. As was customary, the earl did not spill a drop of his brandy, although it wasn’t his first of the night—or morning, as it were. The liquid sloshed in the snifter but didn’t slip over the edge.
“Impressive,” Rupert Haskell murmured and the Earl of Rockmorton grinned.
“Practice makes perfect, my good friend,” Montgomery replied.
“I would wager you had drunk London dry with your practice,” Alexander, the Duke of Inverfyre, noted with a smile.
Montgomery laughed. “No, no, the feat is to feign a large consumption while imbibing comparatively little. Far better for the budget.” He patted his flat belly, encased in one of his lavishly embroidered silk waistcoats. “And the fit of my wardrobe.”
“Not to mention the liver,” Rupert added. He chose, as had become his habit, the chair furthest from the fire and only perched on the lip of the seat, while his two friends lounged at ease in their chairs. It changed a man to have his legacy snatched away. Rupert would never take any situation for granted again.
The three had become immediate friends upon their arrival at Eton years before, and had been consistently involved in adventures together while at school. The son of an earl, the son of a duke and the son of a baron, they had oft jested of how they would change society once they were of age.
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