A mysterious stranger...
Can she trust in their attraction?
In this Brides for Bachelors story, shy Lizzie Hutton knows her height and clumsiness alone make her a debutante to avoid. Until she meets tall, strong and striking Captain Harry Bretherton, who takes a surprising interest in her! Their intense chemistry makes him hard to resistâif only it werenât for the secrecy around his past...
Brides for Bachelors miniseries
Book 1âThe Major Meets His Match
Book 2âThe Marquess Tames His Bride Book 3âThe Captain Claims His Lady
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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.
Also by Annie Burrows
Lord Havelockâs List
A Mistress for Major Bartlett
The Captainâs Christmas Bride
In Bed with the Duke
Once Upon a Regency Christmas
The Debutanteâs Daring Proposal
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The Major Meets His Match
The Marquess Tames His Bride
The Captain Claims His Lady
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07392-9
THE CAPTAIN CLAIMS HIS LADY
© 2018 Annie Burrows
Published in Great Britain 2018
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New Year, New Lifeâwelcome to the world, Alfie!
Chapter One
Captain Harry Bretherton ducked his head as he entered the waterfront tavern and ran his eyes swiftly over the occupants of the low-ceilinged, smoky taproom. He hoped that none of his former crew members were drinking here on this dank October night. For the meeting being held in the back room was supposed to be a secret.
Grinding his teeth, he strode through the room that swarmed with dockers and sailors, wondering what on earth the Marquess of Rawcliffe had been thinking, arranging to hold his meeting here, of all places. He certainly hadnât been living up to his nickname of Zeus, the all-knowing, not by a long chalk.
Heâd even picked the most memorable of his footmen to stand guard at the door to the back room. Though Kendall was wearing a drab coat and slouch hat, he still managed to look every inch the footman to a marquess.
Harry looked the man straight in the eye as he drew near, wishing he knew exactly what orders Zeus had given him. If it came to a fight, he wasnât at all sure heâd be able to get past Kendall. The footman was over six feet tall and extremely muscular, as well as being utterly loyal to his employer. And it had been a long time since Harry had been in his best form.