The New York Times bestselling author brings back the most beloved family in romance! Damaris Myddleton never expected to inherit a vast fortune--but she's ready to use it to buy the most eligible title in England. In comes Mr. Fitzroger, the dashing but penniless adventurer who first saves her from social disaster, and then saves her life. Now, trapped in mystery, danger, and forbidden intimacy, Damaris fights not to surrender her freedom and her heart to a most unsuitable man.
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January 31, 2005
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Excerpt from A Most Unsuitable Man by Jo Beverley
At crack of dawn the next day a coach sped away from Rothgar Abbey as fast as the overnight snow would allow. Inside, Damaris prayed that they'd not be caught in a drift. Briggs, her guardian's coachman, had dourly predicted that they'd not get far, and if they did it would snow again and stop the journey, but she'd poured out guineas until he agreed.
Being one of the richest women in England had to be useful for something.
What if she was pursued The crunch of her coach wheels and the pounding of the horses' hooves blocked any sound of pursuit ' or perhaps she was deafened by the pounding of her own frantic heart.
"It'll come to disaster; I know it will," Maisie prophesied, for perhaps the twentieth time. Twenty-five-year-old Maisie was plump, plain, and generally merry, but today every line of her round face curved downward. "How're we going to get all the way back home without being caught, miss "
Damaris would have screamed at her except that Maisie could be the only friend she had left in the world. "I told you. We only need to reach the London road and buy tickets north. I'm twenty-one. The Mallorens can't drag me off a public stage."
Maisie's grim silence said, I wish I were sure of that.
Damaris felt the same doubt. The Mallorens seemed to be a law unto themselves, and her guardian, Lord Henry, was a tyrant.
Perhaps they wouldn't care. Perhaps they'd be glad to see the back of her.
The coach swayed as it turned out of the park of the abbey. It was probably irrational, but she felt relief at no longer being on Malloren property.