A Regency Baron's Bride: To Catch a Husband... / The Wicked Baron. Sarah Mallory
Читать онлайн.| Название | A Regency Baron's Bride: To Catch a Husband... / The Wicked Baron |
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| Автор произведения | Sarah Mallory |
| Жанр | Историческая литература |
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| Издательство | Историческая литература |
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SARAH MALLORY was born in the West Country and now lives on the beautiful Yorkshire moors. She has been writing for more than three decades—mainly historical romances set in the Georgian and Regency period. She has won several awards for her writing, most recently the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s RoNA Rose Award in 2012 (The Dangerous Lord Darrington) and 2013 (Beneath the Major’s Scars).
A Regency Baron’s Bride
To Catch a Husband…
The Wicked Baron
Sarah Mallory
Sarah Mallory
‘I am off to London, to seek my fortune!’
Kitty Wythenshawe glanced up hopefully at the young farmhand driving the gig. He did not look overly impressed with her announcement, but perhaps that was because he had known her for years and had always thought of her as the seamstress’s daughter—which, of course, she was—but now she was off to stay with her godmother. And her godmother was A Lady! Lady Leaconham, to be exact.
‘Well, Joshua?’ she demanded. ‘Are you not pleased for me?’
The lad moved the straw he was chewing from one side of his mouth to the other.
‘Nowt to do wi’ me.’
Kitty sighed but did not allow her companion’s indifference to damp her spirits. The overnight rain had given way to a beautiful spring morning, the sun had driven off the early mist from the moors and she could see the lapwings circling lazily over a distant field. It was as if Nature itself was smiling upon her adventure. Kitty glanced down at her olive-green walking dress with the yellow leaf motif embroidered down the front and around the hem. Mama and Aunt Jane had worked so hard for this occasion. She had never before had so many new clothes at one time.
‘Dunno what tha wants wi’ goin’ t’ Lunnon,’ remarked Joshua, suddenly becoming loquacious.
‘I have to find a husband,’ said Kitty, clasping her hands together in a sudden moment of anxiety. If only she could marry well then she could provide for Aunt Jane and Mama. They were both widows, eking out their meagre savings with a little dressmaking. Their home was a little cramped, to be sure, but Kitty had grown used to that. However, she