Life as a duchess...
Or something much more dangerous?
Part of The Kingâs Elite: constantly told her beauty and charm are all she has to offer, Lady Clarissa is intent on marrying a duke. And intriguing spy Sebastian Leatham will help her! Only, first sheâll assist him with his new assignmentâplaying the part of confident aristocrat Lord Millcroft. Sebastian awakens a burning desire within Clarissa that leaves her questioning whether becoming a duchess is what she truly longs for...
The Kingâs Elite miniseries
Book 1âThe Mysterious Lord Millcroft
Look out for the next book, coming soon!
âThe Wild Warriners steal hearts, but none more than youngest brother Jake, whose secrets and sensuality draw readers into Heathâs lively, stylish romance filled with adventure and unforeseen passion.â
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âThe third of the Wild Warriners series shines with compassion and intense emotions as Heath tackles some thought provoking themes... A Warriner to Tempt Her is tender and loving, powerful and poignant.â
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When VIRGINIA HEATH was a little girl it took her ages to fall asleep, so she made up stories in her head to help pass the time while she was staring at the ceiling. As she got older the stories became more complicatedâsometimes taking weeks to get to their happy ending. One day she decided to embrace her insomnia and start writing them down. Virginia lives in Essex with her wonderful husband and two teenagers. It still takes her for ever to fall asleep.
Also by Virginia Heath
Her Enemy at the Altar
The Discerning Gentlemanâs Guide
Miss Bradshawâs Bought Betrothal
His Mistletoe Wager
The Wild Warriners miniseries
A Warriner to Protect Her
A Warriner to Rescue Her
A Warriner to Tempt Her
A Warriner to Seduce Her
The Kingâs Elite miniseries
The Mysterious Lord Millcroft
And look out for the next book
coming soon.
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07403-2
THE MYSTERIOUS LORD MILLCROFT
© 2018 Susan Merritt
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Chapter One
Deepest, darkest, dankest Nottinghamshire âMarch 1820
The bullet hole still hurt like the devil, but to add to Sebâs current misery, this morning it had started itching, as well. So badly that he was sorely tempted to poke a buttonhook down the tightly bound, pristine bandages encasing his abdomen and vigorously flay the blasted irritation away. Instead he subtly scratched at the area with his fingers, only to have them slapped away by his diligent hostess who was listening to his chest with something which resembled a miniature wooden trumpet.