âWomen either ran from Lord Ravenscar or ran to him.â
A Wild Lords and Innocent Ladies story
Alan Rothwell, Marquess of Ravenscar, is furious when unconventional heiress Lily Wallace refuses him purchase of her property. He canât even win her over with his infamous charm. But when fever seizes him and theyâre trapped together, horrified, Alan realizes Lilyâs attentions will compromise them both! His solution: take Lily as his betrothed before desire consumes them completely...
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LARA TEMPLE was three years old when she begged her mother to take the dictation of her first adventure story. Since then she has led a double lifeâby day she is a high-tech investment professional, who has lived and worked on three continents, but when darkness falls she loses herself in history and romanceâ¦at least on the page. Luckily her husband and two beautiful and very energetic children help her weave it all together.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07351-6
LORD RAVENSCARâS INCONVENIENT BETROTHAL
© 2018 Ilana Treston
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To my fearless editor Nic Caws, who swoops in and saves me from myself and my babies from creative quicksand.
Raven and Lily are particularly grateful for your superpowers.
Chapter One
Alan Rothwell, Lord Ravenscar, drew his team of black purebreds to a stop on the uneven drive of Hollywell House. It was fitting that each mile passed on the road from Bath had added a shade of grey to the clouds. It suited his mood and it certainly suited the gloom of the sooty stone and unkempt lawn of Hollywell House.
The estate had seen better days and with any luck would see them again, but first he would have to buy the place. The only problem was that he had no idea from whom. The news that Albert Curtis had dropped dead in church in the middle of his sermon after recovering from a bout of fever was doubly unwelcomeânow Alan would have to renegotiate the purchase with whoever inherited the house.
âWhat now, Captain?â His groom tilted his head to inspect the clouds and Alan handed him the reins and jumped down, avoiding a muddy rut. Even the gravel was thin on the ground and the drive in worse shape than the country lane leading up from Keynsham. No wonder poor Albert had wanted to escape to a mission in the jungle; he had not been cut out to be a landlord.