Lady Betty and the Bonnet from Hell: A Regency Romp

The freckles had been Lord Edward Carrington's undoing. If Lady Betty had been free of them, he wouldn't be in a chaise and four, trying to flirt his way out of an appointment at the blacksmith's anvil.

An estate relying on him, Edward has ten days to find bride or be disinherited. But with a chance he’s saddled with the family curse, he needs an impartial wife, one he won’t hurt if he's pushing up the daisies before his time.

Betty doesn't qualify. She's running away from a father who resembles a living corpse and who’s turned their home into a mausoleum. Marrying a man whose days might be numbered wasn’t in her plan.

She thought she’d picked Mr. Mild-mannered-and superficial-Aristocrat; what she got is her first true friend, even if he doesn’t appreciate her taste in bonnets.

Mid-road waltzes, over-turned baths and duels at dawn; a fifty-fifty chance of losing each other in the future is nothing compared to what tomorrow holds.