English Lord On Her Doorstep. Marion Lennox

      

      A storm, a stranger, a secret

      The start of something special?

      After a storm leaves handsome stranger Bryn Morgan stranded at Charlie’s Outback farmhouse she plans to keep her distance! But as the weather intensifies Charlie seeks comfort in Bryn’s reassuring arms. The night forges a bond between them that looks unbreakable, until day brings the revelation that Bryn is in fact Lord Carlisle! Can Bryn show Charlie that their differences can bring them closer?

      MARION LENNOX has written more than one hundred romances, and is published in over a hundred countries and thirty languages. Her multiple awards include the prestigious RITA® Award (twice), and the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for ‘a body of work which makes us laugh and teaches us about love’. Marion adores her family, her kayak, her dog—and lying on the beach with a book someone else has written. Heaven!

Also by Marion Lennox

      Nine Months to Change His Life

      Christmas Where They Belong

      The Earl’s Convenient Wife

      His Cinderella Heiress

      Stepping into the Prince’s World

      Falling for Her Wounded Hero

      Stranded with the Secret Billionaire

      Reunited with Her Surgeon Prince

      The Billionaire’s Christmas Baby

      Finding His Wife, Finding a Son

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      English Lord on Her Doorstep

      Marion Lennox

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-07806-1

      ENGLISH LORD ON HER DOORSTEP

      © 2018 Marion Lennox

      Published in Great Britain 2018

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER ONE

      BRYN THOMAS MORGAN, Twelfth Baron Carlisle, Peer of the Realm, thought his week couldn’t get worse. It could.

      It said a lot for his state of mind—weary, horrified and disgusted—that while he searched in the rain and the dark to find the dog he’d just hit, his head was already rescheduling.

      If the dog was dead, he’d take it to the local police station, explain how he’d hit it on a blind curve and let the locals look after their own.

      His plane back to London was leaving in three hours and he had a two-hour drive in front of him. He had time to scrape a dead dog from the road and catch his flight.

      But when he finally found the soggy heap of fur that had been thrown into the undergrowth, the