âI have just announced our betrothal.â
A Brides for Bachelors story
The Marquess of Rawcliffe has always found his feisty childhood friend Clare Cottam enthralling. Forbidden by her strict father to pursue a relationship, heâs kept his distance. But the couple is embroiled in a heated argument that puts Clareâs reputation in danger, and Rawcliffe is forced to declare her his fiancée! It will be his pleasure to tame his independent, innocent bride...
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.
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The Captainâs Christmas Bride
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The Debutanteâs Daring Proposal
Brides for Bachelors miniseries
The Major Meets His Match
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07338-7
THE MARQUESS TAMES HIS BRIDE
© 2018 Annie Burrows
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Chapter One
âWell, well...what have we here?â
Clareâs heart sank. It was just typical of Lord Rawcliffe to take it into his head to travel through Bedfordshire on the very same day as her. Trust him to stroll in through the back door of the inn where she was changing stages, looking so expensive and elegant, at the very moment she was on her way out to visit the necessary, wearing a coat sheâd dyed very inexpertly in the scullery. How did he do it? How was it that whenever she was at her lowest, or caught in some humiliating predicament, he always managed to be there to witness it?
And laugh at her.
âNo, donât tell me,â he drawled, taking off his gloves with provokingly deliberate slowness. âA missionary visit to the raff and scaff of Biggleswade.â
And this was the way he always spoke to her. Every time their paths crossed, he would mock her beliefs and she would retaliate by denouncing his morals and informing him that just because he had a worldly title higher than most, and was rolling in filthy lucre, it did not give him the right to assume he was better than everyone else.
But today, she had no time for his games. Nor was she in the mood.