Published May 2014 by Rock Creek Publishing
Lady Miranda Leighton and the Marquis of Stafford, Roman de Courtenay, have a similar problem: their families want them to find a spouse. Together they hatch the perfect scheme: they will pretend an attachment and trick their families in their pursuit of one last season of unencumbered entertainment. Yet, in each other's constant company, they find their ruse giving rise to some surprisingly very real feelings. What happens when you set out to fool society, but only end up fooling yourselves?
Stafford immediately looked into the tree above him, and could not believe the scene before his eyes. Dainty feet encased in pink slippers at the end of long, shapely legs appeared perhaps ten feet above his head. A swath of pink skirts and petticoats seemed to be the wrapping on a perfectly-formed female as enticing as any gift package he had ever received. He smiled rakishly as his admiring gaze met her disapproving one. Despite the distance and dark, Lady
Miranda's ire was apparent.
“A gentleman would avert his eyes,” she declared with perfect condescension and superiority.
“A lady would cover her drawers,” he drawled in reply, raking his gaze over her legs again.
“Could I reach my drawers, rest assured, they would be covered. Now, will you help me down or must you continue to stare?”
“I can do both, actually, and will be quite pleased to do so.”
“Lord Stafford!” she chastised, quietly but effectively.
“Ask me nicely, Lady Miranda,” he jibed with a toothy smile.
“Oh, I'll ask nicely,” she muttered, “then plant you a facer later.”
“What was that?” he asked with a laugh, no longer able to hold in his amusement over her situation.
She blew out a loud breath, billowing the pink silk of the skirts that were tucked under her chin.
“Lord Stafford. Would you do me the immense favor of playing errant knight to my distressed lady, and rescue me from this dire situation? And pray do so before another shows and tries to do it for you.”
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Author Renée Reynolds grew up all over the world as the daughter of a globe-trotting Marine father and spirited and supportive mother. Their family motto was you can never learn too much, travel too much, or talk too much.
She majored in majors in college, and after obtaining a host of degrees she decided not to use any of them and instead writes about what she cannot do - go back in time to dance at balls, flirt with lords, gentlemen, and scoundrels, and gallop unfashionably down Rotten Row during the most fashionable hour.
After dodging a few Collinses and Wickhams, Renée happily snared a Darcy. Her HEA turned out to be in Texas, where she resides with "the hubs, the kiddos, a boisterous menagerie of indoor and outdoor animals, and a yard of meticulously maintained weeds." She has happily tagged on this addendum to the family motto: you can never read too much, too often, or too late at night.
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