Regency Surrender: Rebellious Debutantes: Lord Havelock's List / Portrait of a Scandal
Be careful what you wish for…Lord Havelock’s List by Annie BurrowsLord Havelock is in need of a wife and Mary Carpenter has all the qualities he most desires. But when Mary discovers her new husband’s list she’s hurt – and incensed. Is it perhaps time for Mary to make a list of her own, and change the rules of their relationship for ever… ?Portrait of a Scandal by Annie BurrowsAmethyst Dalby is content with her life as an independent woman. Until a trip to Paris throws her into contact with the one man who still has a hold over her – Nathan Harcourt! This gentleman has been brought low by scandal – and he’s determined to show Amethyst that life is much more fun if you walk on the dark side….
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About the Author
ANNIE BURROWS has been making up stories for her own amusement since she first went to school. As soon as she got the hang of using a pencil she began to write them down. Her love of books meant she had to do a degree in English Literature, and her love of writing meant she could never take on a job where she didn’t have time to jot down notes when inspiration for a new plot struck her. She still wants the heroines of her stories to wear beautiful floaty dresses and triumph over all that life can throw at them. But when she got married she discovered that finding a hero is an essential ingredient to arriving at ‘happy ever after’.
Regency Surrender: Rebellious Debutantes
Lord Havelock's List
Annie Burrows
Portrait of a Scandal
Annie Burrows
ISBN: 978-1-474-08566-3
REGENCY SURRENDER: REBELLIOUS DEBUTANTES
Lord Havelock’s List © 2014 Annie Burrows Portrait of a Scandal © 2014 Annie Burrows
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Table of Contents
Annie Burrows
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December 1814
‘Ho, there, Chepstow! Need some advice.’
Lord Chepstow, who’d been sauntering across the lobby of his club, paused, recognised Lord Havelock and grinned.
‘From me?’ He shook his head ruefully. ‘Lord, you must be in the suds to want my advice.’
‘I am,’ said Lord Havelock bluntly. Then glanced meaningfully in the direction of the club’s servant, who’d stepped forward to take his coat and hat.
Chepstow’s grin faded. ‘Need to find somewhere quiet, to talk in private?’
‘Yes,’ said Lord Havelock, feeling a great weight rolling off his shoulders. Not that he had much hope that Chepstow, of all men, would come up with any fresh ideas. But at least he was willing to listen.
As soon as they’d passed through the door to the library—the one room almost sure to be deserted at this, or any other, time of the day—he said it.
Out loud.
‘Got to get married.’
‘Good grief.’ Chepstow’s jaw dropped. ‘Would never have thought you the type to get some girl into trouble. Not one you feel you have to marry, at any rate.’
Havelock clenched his fists in automatic repudiation of such a slur on his honour, causing Chepstow to raise his own hands in a placatory gesture.
‘Now I come to think of it...’ Chepstow said, carefully moving a few feet out of his range, ‘sort of thing could happen to anyone.’
‘Not me,’ Havelock insisted. ‘You know I’ve never been much in the petticoat line.’ He lowered his fists as it occurred to him that, actually, Chepstow might be the very chap to help him, after all.
‘You have been though, Chepstow. You’ve had some really high-flyers in keeping, haven’t you? And still managed to stay popular with ladies of the ton. How d’ye do it, man? How d’ye get them all eating out of your hands, that’s what I need to know.’
