To Bed or to Wed

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When an impromptu kiss captures the imagination, either a spark will ignite or family interference will snuff the match. Charlotte Darrington adores being adored by the men in her circle. She’s in London at the request of her mother, and though her parent wants her to find an eligible gentleman and start a family, Charlotte delays. In her heart of hearts, she wants a man who can hold his own and won’t be cowed. Nathan Brigham, Marquess of Ravenhurst, is annoyed with the interfering redhead leading his nephew into the evergreen maze. When he would have delivered a dressing down, she stops his words with a kiss. No matter that he finds her attractive and a welcome distraction from his darkly brooding life, he refuses to succumb to Charlotte’s charms. Above everything, he won’t become the savage man his father was. Once they return to London from a house party at his country estate, the two can’t avoid each other. Stolen kisses and heated glances in shadowy halls as well as a questionable visit to White’s draw them closer. He can’t forget the demons from his past while her persistence to hear a declaration begs the question: to bed or to wed? From the AuthorWriting series romance in the Regency era is so fun! Especially when there are siblings and family involved, because, let's face it. Isn't the fabric of life woven in and around that? I hope you enjoy Charlotte's story. You met her in the previous book, Marriage Minded Lord. Now, she has her own adventures in To Bed or To Wed. From the Inside FlapOne more turn and they'd arrive at the heart of the evergreen maze. "Watch yourself, woman. You shouldn't order me about." She imagined she felt his anger flowing in her direction. "And if you persist in defying me, I will unleash my temper without regret." "Oh, bother." Her pulse pounded. That legendary temper. She trembled but couldn't decide if she wanted to see it or not. "Then, for the love of God, say nothing once we..." There was no more time for further conversation. They both entered a quaint circle in the heart of the maze. On a brilliant summer's day, a quiet conversation or assignation at one of the stone benches would be ideal, but on a winter's night, in the clear cold air, it was unfortunate. A blond man she assumed was Jamie's lover sat on a bench, breeches unfastened enough that his erect shaft had sprung free. In her shock, Charlotte pressed a hand to her mouth. She couldn't look away from Jamie. He dropped a gentle kiss on the man's lips then knelt in front of him. Seconds later, he took the engorged length into his month. The blond buried his hands into Jamie's hair and guided him downward. Neither man noticed Charlotte or the marquess. Both men wore expressions of intense bliss. Soft sounds of enjoyment drifted on the air. Behind her, Charlotte caught the swift intake of breath that signaled the marquess would either bellow or speak. Quickly, before they were discovered, she pulled him from the maze's center and back the way they'd come. She gained the first turn before he stopped moving. He simply halted and she had no choice except to stop as well. The man wouldn't budge. His arm tensed beneath her mittened fingers. The marquess resembled a boulder when he dug in his heels. "Lord Ravenhurst, please allow them privacy," she whispered. "Let us return to the house and you can ring a peal over my head if you want. I shall be glad to take full responsibility." "I will do no such thing. I need--" "Bollocks. Keep your voice down, you impossible man. There are worse things than your nephew finding love, however illicit." I cannot imagine how this scandal will play out. I'm so sorry, Mother. Desperate that he'd interrupt what was meant to be a private and intimate moment, Charlotte could think of only one way to silence the angered lord. She crushed her fingers in the lapels of his greatcoat, stood on tiptoe, and smashed her lips to his cold mouth in an impromptu kiss.