A Stolen Rose (The Archer Family Regency Romances Book 4)
A forty-year-old secret might carry lonely humans jointly or tear them aside, forever.
When the Earl of Wraysbury rescues a tender girl from a carriage twist of fate, he cannot withstand her guffawing eyes and wry humorousness, although their households were locked in a feud for generations.
Anemone should be achingly lonely yet she's unswerving to her kinfolk. while she wakes up after an coincidence within the powerful hands of a good-looking stranger, she's instantly interested in him, and appalled whilst she discovers he is her family's sworn enemy, the Earl of Wraysbury.
Neither Anemone nor the earl is ready for the flaring charm they believe, or for the escalation of the struggle among their households whilst a 40-year-old secret triggers accusations of homicide. Loyalty and the specter of a deadly duel are destined to rip the lonely fanatics aside except they're prepared to defy their households and take an opportunity on love.
you notice her.” “I had heard—” “There’s many a slip twixt cup and lip. there's no explanation for her to decrease herself to marry our ridiculous vicar. No cause at all.” “It will be a small occasion with purely the squire and his daughter as guests.” “Oh, we will have others. There are a couple of households who didn't decamp for the London Season. Or who've left London early.” “The Comstocks?” a wierd glance crossed Frederick’s face ahead of he part stood, pushing himself up along with his fisted arms at the part.
Sound of his leather-based soles hitting the hallway’s marble flooring, pass over Comstock glanced his method. A hot smile lit up her face. Early night sunshine streamed throughout the oculus above the vast door and haloed her. She appeared to glow within the gentle, her chestnut hair burnished to a reddish-gold, her lengthy neck and shoulders light with a tender, pearled sheen, and her tall determine trigger by way of the deep yellow of her costume. The vines and blossoms protecting the ruffles of her hem made her appear like a beam of.
to avoid their duel. there isn't any cause Uncle Albert aren't stay a very good many extra years.” “Oh, Anemone, i may by no means do whatever that might mirror badly upon my husband’s honor. He has had little sufficient to be pleased with after every thing that has occurred. and that i may well by no means remove what small excitement he has in being a guy of his note. i couldn't do this to him.” “So we won't use my laudanum to make him sleep in the course of the whole affair?” she jested, hoping to work out her aunt’s dismal.
“Where are the ruins?” “They are on the fringe of Comstock’s estate. Or what is still of it once they ultimately paid their debt to my father.” As their horses trotted down the lane, Frederick gazed over his shoulder on the manor condominium. His eyes glittered with delight. “The manor used to be theirs as soon as, in addition. Comstock corridor. Bah. they wouldn't have misplaced it in the event that they had no longer been scoundrels and wastrels, the lot of them.” He leaned over and spat. “Archer corridor is extra becoming. If we experience in that direction,.
gentle laughter, Anemone straightened after which leaned again. She stretched her left arm over the again of the couch and craned her neck to determine into the hallway. A tall, and extremely elegantly dressed, lady had Mr. Archer into the home and used to be taking inventory of the moderately provided hallway. Her pearl grey velvet touring costume was once expertly minimize with a Spencer that geared up her curves completely within the type of a man’s adapted using jacket. Her around cheeks have been rosy, it seems that from her trip.