One stolen night...
...leads to unexpected wedding vows!
Part of The Sommersby Brides: widowed Lady Charlotte Gregory believes sheâll never marry again after losing her husband. Until meeting dashing Lord Andrew Pearce brings her respectable, lonely world back to vibrant life! Left alone one night, they give in to their desires only to find their secret passion leads to shock, scandal...and a sudden marriage of convenience!
The Sommersby Brides miniseries
Book 1âOne Week to Wed
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âDelightfully unexpected plot twists, with lively dialogue and witty repartee.â
âRT Book Reviews on The Unexpected Countess
âThis adventure and treasure hunt romance is a charmer.â
âRT Book Reviews on The Unexpected Countess
LAURIE BENSON is an award-winning Regency romance author, whose book An Unexpected Countess was voted Harlequinâs 2017 âHero of the Yearâ by readers. She began her writing career as an advertising copywriter. When she isnât at her laptop, avoiding laundry, Laurie can be found browsing antiques shops and going on long hikes with her husband and two sons. Learn more about Laurie by visiting her website at lauriebenson.net. You can also find her on Twitter and Facebook.
Also by Laurie Benson
Secret Lives of the Ton miniseries
An Unsuitable Duchess
An Uncommon Duke An Unexpected Countess
The Sommersby Brides miniseries
One Week to Wed
And look out for the next two books
coming soon
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07385-1
ONE WEEK TO WED
© 2018 Laurie Benson
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For Terry:
To every incredible challenge youâve responded with unbelievable strength. If I could write your happy-ever-after, Iâd leave out all the bad stuff.
Thank you to my wonderful editor Linda Fildew, my team at Mills & Boon, and my agent Courtney Miller-Callihan. Hugs to Lori, Mia, Jen, Harper, Anabelle and Michele, for everything. Thank you to my family for your love and support. And thank you to my readers. For those of you who asked for Andrewâs story after you read
An Uncommon Duke, this is for you.
Chapter One
Mayfair, Londonâ1819
There was no mistaking the inviting look in the eyes of the widow as she studied Lord Andrew Pearce across the coffin of her dead husband.
In a stealthy manoeuvre, Andrew shifted his leg and ground the heel of his boot into his brother Gabrielâs foot, determined to scuff the impeccable black leather. It would serve him right for dragging Andrew here. In true ducal fashion Gabriel exhibited no reaction, aside from the slight clench of his jaw.
It was all his brotherâs fault Andrew was being subjected to this. As the eldest, Gabriel had informed his brothers it was their familyâs duty to pay their respects, even though they all hated the man.