The major must wed
Wastrel, rebel, layabout...just a few of the names Lord Becconsall has hidden his quick intellect and sharp wit behind over the years. Recently titled, ex-military and required to wed, Jack views ton ladies with a cynical eye... Until he falls uponâquite literallyâLady Harriet Inskip.
After years of being overlooked, Harriet cannot believe that Lord Becconsall is the only person to truly see her. But between his taunts and her fiery disposition, itâs soon clear that the major has finally met his match!
Brides for Bachelors
Eligible rakes walk down the aisle!
A friendship formed at Eton leads three bachelors through the trials of war, mystery and love!
A major, a marquess and a captain reunite in London to celebrate Britainâs peace with Franceâonly to find society life has many more exciting things in store for them! They are thrown into a mystery of jewellery theft and fraud, and they all find themselves unlikely suitors to some of the tonâs most captivating ladies!
Will these eligible bachelors finally meet their matches?
The Major Meets His Match
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Look for the next two stories in the trilogy
Coming soon!
Author Note
Welcome to the first of my Brides for Bachelors trilogy!
Iâm really excited about this trilogy as itâs the first time Iâve written a series of stories with connected heroes on purpose! I often get heroes or heroines from one story to walk across the pages of anotherâjust for fun. And sometimes a secondary character has taken root in my imagination and grown until Iâve had to give him or her their own story. But when I pitched the outline for The Major Meets His Match, and described its opening scene, my lovely editor pointed out that the men involved all had stories of their own to tell, and asked why I hadnât thought about writing a linked series from the outset. The minute she suggested that it was as if a light bulb had gone on in my head. I couldnât wait to start writing!
I do hope you enjoy this first in the mini-series as much as I enjoyed writing it, and that you will want to find out what happens to Major Jack Heskethâs friends next.
PS If you are already one of the group of readers who enjoy spotting heroes from my other stories wandering across the pages of books that arenât theirs, then I hope you enjoy the cameo role Iâve given the hero of my very first publication for Mills & Boonâ¦and have a little giggle at Aunt Susanâs predictions about the kind of bride he is likely to marry.
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.
Books by Annie Burrows
Mills & Boon Historical Romance
Gift-Wrapped Governesses
Governess to Christmas Bride
Regency Bachelors
Lord Havelockâs List
The Debutanteâs Daring Proposal
Brides of Waterloo
A Mistress for Major Bartlett
Brides for Bachelors
The Major Meets His Match
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Regency Candlelit Christmas
âThe Rakeâs Secret Sonâ
Devilish Lord, Mysterious Miss
A Countess by Christmas Captain Corcoranâs Hoyden Bride An Escapade and an Engagement Never Trust a Rake Reforming the Viscount Portrait of a Scandal The Captainâs Christmas Bride In Bed with the Duke Once Upon a Regency Christmas
âCinderellaâs Perfect Christmasâ
Mills & Boon Historical Undone! eBooks
Notorious Lord, Compromised Miss
His Wicked Christmas Wager
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I am really grateful to Aidan for brainstorming with me when I got stuck with this one. And for reminding me what kind of heroine I first imagined in Lady Harriet.
Chapter One
Lady Harriet Inskip tilted back her head and breathed in deeply. She could still smell soot, but at least this early in the day it wasnât completely blotting out the more wholesome odours of dew-damp grass and leather and horse. It didnât matter that it was still barely light enough to see the trees and flowers, or the curve of the Serpentine. She hadnât come here to admire the decorous landscape, after all.
She leaned forward and patted her horseâs neck.
âCome on, Shadow, letâs have a good gallop, shall we? While thereâs nobody to tell us we canât.â
Shadow snorted and pawed at the gravel path to indicate she was just as eager for exercise as her mistress. And then, with just the slightest tap of Harrietâs heel against Shadowâs flank, they were off.