From one snowy Christmasâ¦
â¦to a sizzling-hot reunion!
A Matches Made in Scandal story.
Kirstin Blair has spent seven years trying to forget brooding Cameron Dunbar. Now self-made man Cameron needs her help to recover his missing niece, and Kirstin must face the truthâseeing him again sparks the same irresistible attraction that first brought them together!
She must decide: resist, or give in to temptation and risk Cameron discovering everything sheâs fought so hard to protectâ¦
Matches Made in Scandal miniseries
Book 1âFrom Governess to Countess Book 2âFrom Courtesan to Convenient Wife Book 3âHis Rags-to-Riches Contessa Book 4âA Scandalous Winter Wedding
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âKayeâs eye for detail is as sharp as her ability to translate history into engaging fiction⦠From Courtesan to Convenient Wife is an emotionally urgent and tender romance.â
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MARGUERITE KAYE writes hot historical romances from her home in cold and usually rainy Scotland, featuring Regency rakes, Highlanders and sheikhs. She has published over forty books and novellas. When sheâs not writing she enjoys walking, cycling (but only on the level), gardening (but only what she can eat) and cooking. She also likes to knit and occasionally drink martinis (though not at the same time). Find out more at her website: margueritekaye.com.
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His Rags-to-Riches Contessa
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07428-5
A SCANDALOUS WINTER WEDDING
© 2018 Marguerite Kaye
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Prologue
London, February 1819
Kirstin Blair curled up in her favourite armchair in front of the fire and poured herself a cup of fragrant tea. It was a new blend, a gift from one of her oldest friends, the Marquis of Glenkin, but while the smoky brew was undoubtedly as refreshing as any Ewan had previously supplied, tonight she might as well have been drinking dishwater. As she settled in her seat, the rustle of the letter secreted in her dressing gown pocket proved too difficult to resist.
She opened the missive once again, staring down at the bold, decisive masculine handwriting. The maelstrom of emotions she had been keeping at bay all day overtook her, making the delicate Sèvres teacup shake in its saucer. She set it down, closing her eyes, lying her head back on the wings of her chair.
Sheâd never seen his script before. Sheâd had no inkling, when she broke the seal this morning in her office, of the explosive contents of that single sheet of expensive pressed paper. Scanning the signature first, as she always did, sheâd thought her eyes deceived her, but a second appraisal of it left no room for doubt.