A Mistress For Major Bartlett
His Virgin Mistress!Major Tom Bartlett is shocked to discover that the angel who nursed his battle wounds is darling of the ton Lady Sarah Latymor. One taste of her threatens both her impeccable reputation and his career!An honourable man would ask for her hand, but Bartlett is considered an unrepentant rake by polite society – sweet Sarah would be spurned as his mistress and even as his wife. He demands she leave, but Sarah is just as determined to stay…by his side and in his bed!Brides of Waterloo: Love Forged on the Battlefield
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BRIDES OF WATERLOO
Love forged on the battlefield
Meet Mary Endacott, a radical schoolmistress, Sarah Latymor, a darling of the ton, and Catherine âRoseâ Tatton, a society lady with no memories of her past.
Three very different women united in a fight for their lives, their reputations and the men they love.
With war raging around them, the biggest battle these women face is protecting their hearts from three notorious soldiers â¦
Will Mary be able to resist Colonel Lord Randall? Find out in
A Lady for Lord Randall by Sarah Mallory
Discover how pampered Lady Sarah handles rakish Major Bartlett in
A Mistress for Major Bartlett by Annie Burrows
What will happen when Major Flint helps Lady Catherine âRoseâ Tatton discover her past? Find out in
A Rose for Major Flint by Louise Allen
I was thrilled when Louise Allen and Sarah Mallory asked me if Iâd be interested in working with them on a mini-series of stories to commemorate the two hundredth anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo.
Iâve mentioned this pivotal battle in a couple of my books before, but never actually taken any of my heroes or heroines to the battlefield itself.
My journey with Brides of Waterloo began in April 2012, when Louise Allen and I met up in the grounds of Ickworth House in Suffolk, where several historical re-enactment groups had set up camp. I was taught how to make cartridges, watched a cannon being loaded and fired (and learned how to protect my ears from the blast!), saw what an infantryman would have carried in his pack, and what the inside of an officerâs tent would have looked like.
Over the next few months we spent hours e-mailing each other as we created the fictional unit known as Randallâs Rogues and shared pictures of what we thought our heroes should look like (all for the purposes of continuity, of course!). We even met up to double-check all those little details which ensured that our heroes and heroines could walk in and out of each otherâs stories with ease.
If youâd like to see pictures of our day at Ickworth, or find out more about the background research for this series, you can visit our Facebook page: facebook.com/WaterlooBrides
ANNIE BURROWS has been writing Regency romances for Mills & Boon>® since 2007. Her books have charmed readers worldwide, having been translated into nineteen different languages, and some have gone on to win the coveted Reviewersâ Choice Award from CataRomance.
For more information, or to contact the author, please visit annie-burrows.co.uk or you can find her on Facebook at facebook.com/AnnieBurrowsUK
To Louise Allen and Sarah Mallory.
It has been a great experience working with you two on this trilogy.
Contents
Sunday, 18th Juneâ1815
âLimber up, fast as you can!â Colonel Randall rode up to Major Bartlett and pointed to a spot to the rear. âWe are heading to the ridge up yonder. You will recall we came in that way yesterday, past a placeâwhat was it called?âHougoumont. The French are massing their heavy cavalry between the château and the Charleroi road. Take up your position between the two infantry squares up there. And be quick about it!â
Major Bartlett kept his face impassive as he saluted. Quick? That was going to be a relative term given the sodden state of the ground.
âRight, lads,â he said, turning to his men. âYou heard the Colonel. At the double!â
The speed at which they turned the gun carriages and started ploughing their way across the field had much more to do with the shells exploding all around them, spraying them with mud, than willingness to obey their commanding officer. The sooner they got to higher ground, the sooner they could start inflicting some damage on the Frenchmen currently trying to blow them to kingdom come. Not that Major Bartlett had any complaints. He had a rather elastic attitude to obeying orders himself. In any other unit his tendency to interpret orders to suit himself would have got him up on a chargeâindeed, had done so on several occasions. Only Colonel Randall had appreciated that his ability to think on his feet, rather than dumbly obeying orders, could be an advantage, taking him into his unit and giving him promotion.
Still, when he glanced across the ridge, and saw that his team had beaten Major Flintâs to reach their designated position, he felt a twinge of pride in his men. Theyâd worked with a swiftness and efficiency heâd drilled into them, even if, at this moment, theyâd worked the way they had because their hides depended on it.
Flintâs guns were ready to fire mere seconds after his own. Even Rawlins, whoâd only been promoted a matter of days before, had his guns in position not long after. And just as well. The French cavalry were approaching at the trot.
