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Absolutely delightful, Jacquie D’Allesandro writes books laced with quirky humour and characters whose sheer pizzazz will have you smiling to yourself. If you love Connie Brockway and Eloisa James, don’t miss this terrific author. Philip Whitmore, Viscount Greybourne, has survived desert sandstorms, unearthed treasures of ancient cities, and defeated knife-wielding grave robbers. But when it comes to something as ordinary as getting married, Philip discovers that it's not so easy. He's been cursed after discovering an ancient stone tablet that dooms any woman foolish enough to marry him. Somehow, his fortune, title and dashing good looks no longer seem appealing and his carefully selected society bride has left him at the altar.
Beautiful Meredith Chilton-Grizedale is determined to find Philip his perfect wife. The abruptly terminated "Marriage of the Season" was going to make her reputation as the Matchmaker of Mayfair, so now it's up to her to find someone to marry the most unmarriageable man in England. Yet from the moment she meets the mysterious viscount, Meredith finds herself falling for a man she should not love. With an ominous curse over their heads, risking her life for passion would be madness indeed. But then again, who can resist a dose of madness…
Having just been stood up at the altar, Phillip seems to be in remarkably good spirits:
“Take some deep breaths,” Lord Greybourne said, then demonstrated by drawing in a mighty breath that puffed out his chest, then slowly exhaling. His warm breath tickled the curls surrounding her face. “Do you think I don’t know how to breathe?” Meredith hadn’t meant to sound quite so testy, but this disastrous wedding debacle coupled with his closeness to her person had clearly tossed her off kilter. “I’m not certain. I do know that you won’t require a demonstration on how to swoon. You already know how to do that.”
Good heavens, he was nothing short of insufferable. Here they were, faced with utter travesty and social ruin, and he was making jokes!
Pushing aside her hair with impatient fingers, she realized she no longer wore her bonnet.
“I removed it,” he said, before she could question him. “I thought perhaps the ribbon tied beneath your chin might restrict your breathing.” A half smile touched his lips and he tugged at his cravat. “God knows this thing constricts my airflow. You might also want to fix your gown.” He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of her neck. Dipping her chin, she realized with chagrin that her fichu was loose and pulled askew, exposing an expanse of skin that, while not indecent, was certainly far more of her bosom than normally saw the light of day. Any gratitude she may have harboured for his assistance evaporated. “I merely felt light-headed, my lord, and as such, it was hardly necessary for you to make so free with my attire.”
“Ah. Then I suppose I shouldn’t have straightened your garters.”
Her eyes goggled, and the ill-mannered lout had the audacity to wink at her.
“I am teasing you, Miss Chilton-Grizedale. I merely wanted to bring some colour back into your pale cheeks. I would not dream of touching your garters without your express permission. Probably.” |
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