Lady Charlotte’s Marquess
By Fiona Miers
Book 2 in ‘The heir and a spare’ series
Lady Charlotte is a Duke’s daughter to her very bones. She has everything her heart desires, except for the love that she secretly craves. A child of an ugly, planned marriage, she dreads the union that her parents have and swears never to marry for anything less that perfect love.
But that seems unlikely when she lives in a world of rogues, and callous gentleman. No-one is good enough for her and she will not give herself to anyone who is unworthy. Even if her brother’s friend Archie is mysterious and handsome, drawing her attention like no other.
Archibald Turner’s life took a swift turn at the tender age of eighteen when he learnt a horrific fate had settled on his brother, and Archie himself would inherit his father’s title. One of the famed ‘Spares’- he did not want the responsibility of his father’s mantle. However, duty called and he turned himself into the most perfect version that he possibly could, dreading the day fate will deliver the ugly blow.
The one thing he can’t control is his love for the strong, audacious Lady Charlotte. She makes him yearn for a future that isn’t his for the taking; and yet, when she starts to show him favour, the impossible starts to become possible and the dreams the Archie has suppressed for so long, swim into his life in bold, vivid color.
“No!” Archie exploded opposite her, his heart racing as fear set in. He had been expecting something interesting to come out of her mouth, but not something that shocking.
Everyone else in their circle burst out laughing, including Sarah, the sound grating on Archie’s nerves so hard he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek so he didn’t scream.
He glared at the men who were now looking at him expectantly, their eyebrows raised. Only Rupert wouldn’t return his gaze.
Once the laughter died down, Charlotte smiled coolly, fluttering her fan in front of her beautiful face. She looked supremely confident that she had won her argument and Archie’s stomach sank.
“Now you know why I will never marry. My ideal husband just doesn’t exist.”
Archie knew what was coming and continued to glare at his friends, silently forbidding them from speaking. He saw Oliver open his mouth but Archie’s look soon had him shutting it. Archie ran through the rest of her list, hoping there would be somewhere he was deficient. He was considered handsome, he was only five years older than her, he was a gentleman and his finances were better than most. He couldn’t be sure what Charlotte’s exact monetary worth was, but her dowry alone would add considerably to any bank balance. Archie glared at his friends again as the realization began to settle.
Oh God, he was the only man in London who had every trait she wanted in a husband. The idea sent rapid panic racing through his body, his palms sweating as he clasped his hands behind his back.
Rupert was pointedly ignoring Archie’s pleading look, taking Charlotte’s elbow and shifting her slightly so she could look directly at him, Archie’s breath caught on a breath, his heart pounding in his ears as he waited for the explosion. He was about to be unmasked.
“No, your impossible and perfect husband does exist, but you’re just going to have to marry Archie,” Rupert announced with great aplomb and a flourish of his left hand.
The bottom of his world fell away. Without bowing, without a word, without even a thought other than the overwhelming urge to escape, he pivoted on his shining black heels and headed for the balcony.
Charlotte, who was a Duke’s daughter to her very bones did the most unladylike thing he had ever seen her do. She ran after him and grabbed him by the elbow, pulling Archie to the side of the ballroom, away from all prying ears.
“What did Rupert mean by that?” She hissed at him, gripping his forearm tighter and staring up at him with intense blue eyes.
Archie stood straighter, trying to ignore the heat of her body pressed up against his.
“This is not an appropriate place to have this conversation.” He side stepped the question and tried to pull away from her grasp, but she sunk her hands deeper into the muscles of his arm.
“Well, where is then?”
Archie looked at her determined face and angry blue eyes and seriously debated telling her to go to hell. It was none of her business. His hot and hard body had other ideas.
About the Author:
Fiona Miers has a super busy life, like most modern women, but always finds time for reading and writing romance. Her love affair with the romance genre started when she was only 11 years old, when her mother, and nana, handed her, her first mills and boon.
Since then she's built her own business, become a mother to two beautiful little girls, and fallen in love with the most spectacular man on the planet. (JMHO)
Fiona writes MF contemporary and historical romance, writing more erotic stories under the pen name Tamsin Baker.
Thank you for reading this, and hopefully you'll love reading about her characters as much as she loved creating them.