The Viscount Who Loved Me

Was it possible to fall in love with the same man over and over again, every single day?

“It means that love isn‟t about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love‟s about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It‟s about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she‟s simply the best person you‟ve ever known.”

Perhaps after he married Edwina he’d provide a dowry for her. It seemed the very least a man could do.

In fact, Miss Katharine Sheffield was quite pleasant-looking, with thick, medium brown hair and dark eyes. Her skin was pale, her lips pink, and she held

Such timing led Anthony to believe that the Sheffields must be among the less wealthy ranks of the ton, a fact which suited him nicely. He had no need of a bride with a great dowry, and a bride without one might have more need of him.

I think,” she said dryly, “that she doesn’t want any lemonade.”

A sparkle of humor glinted in his emerald green eyes. “Either that or she’s planning to run all the way to Spain to pick the lemons herself.”

when Anthony had asked if she thought the weather was going to turn inclement, she’d replied, “I’m sure I don’t know. I’ve never been to Clement.”

And so in between Anthony’s rounds of parties and horse races, he’d sent his brothers to Eton and Oxford, gone to a mind-numbing number of piano recitals given by his sisters (no easy feat; three out of four of them were tone deaf), and kept a close and watchful eye on the family finances. With seven brothers and sisters, he saw it as his duty to make sure there was enough money to secure all of their futures.

she’d never be as pretty as Edwina.

Edwina was a beauty, while Kate was…

Kate was Kate.