What lengths would a young lady go to in her pursuit of the perfect match And how far would a gentleman go to stop her Cassandra Effington is one of the most delicious debutantes to ever waltz across a London ballroom. But while her identical twin sister Delia is now wed, Cassandra is still unclaimed, and everyone agrees her standards are entirely too high. So how could she possibly lose a most unseemly wager with the handsome, scandalous Viscount Berkley The proposition: She will find him an ideal bride well before he finds her the perfect match.But Lord Berkley intends to be very hard to please. He's already chosen the right woman, and no lady Cassandra puts forward to him will be perfect enough save the luscious Cassandra herself. And he'll do whatever it takes to make certain no gentleman he introduces her to is enticing enough, until she realizes that the perfect object in her pursuit of marriage is none other than the viscount himself.
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Posted November 18, 2008 by Lena , HawaiiI really enjoyed everything about this book, it had everything i was looking for in a story, Ms. Alexander really delivered in this one. Reggie and Cassandra were great together and there battle of wills and words made for some really great not to mention hiliarious situations! All in all i found this story to be a really sweet read for me.
May 23, 2004
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Excerpt from The Pursuit of Marriage by Victoria Alexander
An independent, stubborn woman is surely God's revenge upon an unsuspecting mankind.
"Do you see them yet?" Miss Cassandra Effington shielded her eyes against the late morning sun and gazed into the distance.
"No." Anthony, Viscount St. Stephens, shook his head. "Any minute now, I should think. As I understand it, the course is not overly long."
"And did you wager a great deal on the outcome?" his wife, the former Miss Philadelphia Effington -- Delia to her closest friends -- said coolly.
"Not a great deal." He chuckled and slanted her an amused glance. "Did you?"
"Nothing of significance." Delia grinned. "And only with Cassie, so it scarcely counts."
"It most certainly does count," Cassie said firmly. "I fully expect you to pay promptly when you lose."
St. Stephens laughed. "Dare I ask which of you wagered on your brother and which chose Lord Berkley?"
"I, for one, would never wager against a member of the family." Delia's voice was firm. "Beyond that, Christian is an excellent rider with a fine eye for horseflesh."
"Christian is overly arrogant, although I daresay no more so than Leo or Drew." Cassie rolled her gaze toward the heavens. "It's a common trait among Effington males and among our brothers in particular."
St. Stephens raised a brow. "So you wagered on Berkley then?"
"Most certainly." Cassie nodded. "It will do Christian a world of good to lose at something, anything. Besides, from what I have heard of this Lord Berkley, he is rash and reckless and something of a rake. While those are not qualities I particularly look for, it seems to me, if one is wagering on a contest of this nature, those unsavory attributes would be most beneficial."
"Christian is rash and reckless and something of a rake," Delia murmured.
"Yes, but I am well acquainted with Christian and cannot bear the thought of how much more swaggering his step will be should he win. As I have never met Lord Berkley, I don't give a fig as to the effect of victory on his character."
St. Stephens laughed. "Well said."
Delia's brows drew together. "If you feel that way, Tony, why did you wager on Christian?"
"You're making assumptions now, my love." St. Stephens's grin widened.
"I see. You too are lacking in family loyalty. Very well then." Delia's eyes narrowed. "Perhaps you would care to place another wager on the outcome?"
"I should indeed." A wicked light flashed in his eye. "If I can set the stakes."
Delia gazed up at her husband with a wicked smile of her own and Cassie sighed to herself, discreetly edging away from the couple. Not that they would notice. At these moments Delia and St. Stephens stepped firmly into a world of their own.
It was at once charming and most annoying. Cassie was delighted that her sister had found love, but did she have to be so very much in love? Delia and St. Stephens had been married nearly a year, after all. Indeed, they were here, at least in part, to serve as Cassie's chaperone, and those longing, yearning, wicked looks the couple continuously traded were not at all proper, although Cassie admitted her own reaction could well be simple jealousy. After all, of the two sisters, Delia had never especially sought marriage, yet here she was: married, in love, and blissfully happy.