As marriage proposals go, Charles Draysmith's suit is as
romantic as the
moors in December. Emma Peterson might be only a vicar's
daughter, and he
the new Marquis of Knightsdale, and perhaps he would
rather marry her
than endure the marriage mart. But when he suggests how
much he'll enjoy
securing an heir, well, a lady can only endure so much.
BUT THE LADY IS PASSIONATE
There's something about a woman throwing pottery at a man
that piques his
interest. Perhaps his proposal lacks grace, Charles thinks.
But it does seem a
perfect solution. He acquires a wife; his young charges have
the mother they so
desperately need, and Emma gains security and position. You
see? Simple.
Practical. Sensib-- oh no, not the ceramic dog... He will have
to confess the truth
to calm her down. And the truth is, he's madly in love...