Marrying Mischief. Lyn Stone

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      “I shall keep to my own bed after the sham vows are recited, and you shall keep to yours!

      “Or anyone else’s bed you fancy, for all I care!”

      “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Nicholas demanded, his eyes angry.

      Emily propped her fists on her hips. “Well, if you didn’t understand what I said, my lord, perhaps it is you who needs a governess. Since we are to have a loveless union and it is all for outward show, there will be no consummation of it. Do you understand that, sir, or need I make it plainer still?”

      For a long moment fraught with tension, Nicholas said absolutely nothing. “I did promise that you could have whatever you wanted,” he at last said softly. “Whether you believe it or not, I am a man of my word. Just be certain you really want what you demand…!”

      Praise for Lyn Stone’s recent books

      The Highland Wife

      “…laced with lovable characters, witty dialogue, humor and poignancy, this is a tale to savor.”

      —Romantic Times

      Bride of Trouville

      “I could not stop reading this one.…

      Don’t miss this winner!”

      —Affaire de Coeur

      The Knight’s Bride

      “Stone has done herself proud with this delightful story…a cast of endearing characters and a fresh, innovative plot.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      #599 THE LOVE MATCH

      Deborah Simmons/Deborah Hale/Nicola Cornick

      #600 A MARRIAGE BY CHANCE

      Carolyn Davidson

      #602 SHADES OF GRAY

      Wendy Douglas

      Marrying Mischief

      Lyn Stone

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Available from Harlequin Historicals and LYN STONE

      The Wicked Truth #358

      The Arrangement #389

      The Wilder Wedding #413

      The Knight’s Bride #445

      Bride of Trouville #467

      One Christmas Night #487

      My Lady’s Choice #511

      The Highland Wife #551

      The Quest #588

      Marrying Mischief #601

      Other works include:

      Silhouette Intimate Moments

      Beauty and the Badge #952

      Live-In Lover #1055

      This book is dedicated to my good friends Julie and Mike Hammersley, and their incredible band, Auburn. You have England on the dance floor. Nashville’s next! Thank you so much for your friendship, encouragement and inspiration.

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Epilogue

      Chapter One

      Southern Coast of England—1856

      She had only meant to tug the gate open. Yet here she stood with the old broken latch in her hand and the rotten boards of the neglected little portal collapsed at her feet. She peeked inside. Emily Loveyne could scarcely believe that she, the vicar’s own daughter, was breaking into the Bournesea Estate.

      With a disgusted sigh, she raked away enough of the overgrown ivy and morning glory vines to squeeze through. Obviously no one had used this as an entrance or exit for years. She had when she was a child accompanying her father on his Sunday afternoon visits when her ladyship still lived.

      The small gardener’s gate had been the nearest way in on their approach from their cottage, and had led them directly past the roses, once inside. Her father did love roses. They still enjoyed the beauties grown from cuttings Lady Elizabeth had given them for their own garden. Good thing, too, she noticed. No one had tended the parent bushes for quite some time. What a weedy, overgrown tangle!

      These days she supposed everyone went in and out the front or side entrances. Unfortunately, both of those were closed, their decorative wrought-iron gates locked tight as a sailor’s hitch. Staunchly guarded, too, by burly, bearded ogres she did not know. Judging from their attire, they were clearly seamen.

      She shook her head in consternation as she rounded the tall hedges flanking the walls and made for the servants’ quarters. That’s surely where her brother would be, not in the manor house itself. She was infinitely glad she wouldn’t have to approach that place. As familiar as she was with it, she had no wish at all to enter there and risk an encounter with the new earl.

      How dare he keep Josh on duty here now that the ship had laid anchor. The double-masted brig had been there, well off the coast, for at least two days before she heard of it or she would have come sooner. Why, she wondered, was it not in the harbor?

      Her brother was only thirteen and must be homesick after more than six months away. Their father needed to see his only son, and Emily had missed Josh terribly.

      No matter how much she had objected at the time, Father had allowed Josh to sign on as cabin boy with Captain Roland