Finding Miss McFarland
Wallflower Weddings Book Three
By: Vivienne Lorret
Releasing August 5th, 2014
Fans of historical romance authors Lorraine Heath and Sophie Jordan will adore Vivienne Lorret's latest Wallflower Wedding novel.
Delaney McFarland is on the hunt for a husband—preferably one who needs her embarrassingly large dowry more than a dutiful wife. After the unspeakable incident at her debut, Delaney knows marrying for love is off the table, but a marriage of convenience—one that leaves her free to live the life she chooses—is the next best thing, never mind what that arrogant, devilishly handsome Mr. Croft thinks. Delaney plans to marry for money … or not at all.
Ever since the fiery redhead burst into his life—in a most memorable way—Griffin Croft hasn't been able to get Miss McFarland out of his mind. Now, with the maddening woman determined to hand over her fortune to a rake, Griffin knows he must step in. He must help her. He must not kiss her. But when Griffin's noble intentions flee in a moment of unexpected passion, his true course becomes clear: tame Delaney's wild heart and save her from a fate worse than death … a life without love.
Delaney collapsed against him, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs. Her inner flame was alive and brighter than ever. There was no denying it any longer. She was in love. She’d known it for weeks. Maybe even longer. She loved Griffin Croft. And it frightened her to death. Yet at the same time, it felt impossibly good. Especially when he’d said she was perfect and just as he’d imagined. He’d fantasized about her—her! He was breathing hard, too, his head hanging over the back of the chair, his arms slack by his sides. He turned his head and drew in a breath.
“Mmm . . . I never should have underestimated the passion of a woman whose hair smells sweet, like rain and fire combined. I must be on my guard in the future, so that I am a fit husband. I very nearly embarrassed myself.”
Delaney shot away from him in a flash. With her legs still trembling, she stumbled slightly. “Husband?” She struggled to pull up her chemise and slip her arms through the straps. “We are not getting married.”
The look he gave was one of bewilderment. “After what has transpired? Oh yes, we are. I am not a man who would sully a young woman’s reputation and not make amends.”
“I have not been sullied. Only . . . pleasured,” she admitted, solely out of requirement. Suddenly, she felt foolish and embarrassed. “No barrier has been breached.”
“Believe me, had it not been for the buttoned fall of my breeches your barrier would no longer exist.” Frowning, he stood. “Your passion rivals my own. In fact, you nearly unmanned me. There is only one acceptable conclusion for two such like creatures.”
She swallowed, unable to fight the urge to look down. There, she noticed an unmistakably thick bulge that moved as she continued her intimate examination. Had she really been close to unmanning him?
“If you would like, I could prove it to you,” he said, as if she’d spoken the question aloud. He took a step toward her. “In addition to removing you of your barrier and any further doubt of how well matched we are.”
Her gaze snapped up to his. “That won’t be necessary.”“I wasn't speaking of necessity,” he said, low enough that she barely heard him, his gaze making an equally intimate perusal of her body. “Then again, perhaps necessity is the correct word after all.”
A confusing mixture of sensations moved through her. A pleasant, pulsing heat throbbed between her thighs, urging her to step forward and return to his embrace. On the other hand, her lungs seized and burned, compelling her to run from him. He expected to marry her?“You've nothing to fear from me,” Griffin said quietly. The passion that was in his gaze a moment ago seemed suddenly doused by concern.
“I’m not afraid of you.” Stepping around him, she reached for her slightly damp petticoat and slipped it over her head. “I just don’t want to marry you.”
“You’ll have to get used to the idea.” He crossed his rather impressive arms over his chest. There was no amusement or teasing in his expression.
She glared at him. Did he actually believe she would simply give in to his demands? Arrogant, conceited man! “In case you have forgotten, we require different things. You require a wife who will give you an heir. I require a marriage in name only; ergo, no children and no true husband, fit or otherwise.”
I fell in love with fairy tales and the romance behind happily ever after at a very young age. Like a lot of you, I tweaked the fables bit by bit in my imagination until they suited me perfectly. By the time I was eleven, a teacher encouraged me to start writing.
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