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Robert Rothmore, Earl of Rockford, thinks Alissa Henning is simply delightful-exactly the kind of woman who'd make the perfect mother for his sons. But Alissa swore she'd spend the rest of her life scraping pennies together rather than wed the insufferable earl and become a glorified governess. Still, she couldn't very well let her own children starve-and there was no doubt that Rockford would give them all a good life. So she reluctantly accepts his offer...but there's more to a good life than what's in one's pockets. And Alissa intends to find out what's in her new husband's heart.
Table of Contents Copyright Wedded Bliss Praise for Barbara Metzger Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five
fingers. “Perhaps at first,” he admitted. “The gossip, you know.” She threw his words back at him: “You should not believe everything you hear.” He believed he needed a drink. And a bath. Once again, Rockford was at a loss for words. There were no pat phrases he could mouth, no rules of proper conduct for such a blatant breach of common civility as he had shown to this woman. Instead of waiting for him to flounder through an apology, as most other females would have, glorying in his grovels,
every confidence you can manage while I am gone.” “Gone?” Chapter Thirteen “Yes, I have matters that need attending. You knew I was a busy man. That was why I took another wife.” “Yes, but…” Lud, if he did not get out of here soon, he’d pull the pins out of her rose-scented, honey-colored hair just to see how long it was, and if it could be as silky as he thought. If she smiled, he’d have her out of that revealing gown and on the floor in front of the fireplace before she could say his name
had never known such despair as he suffered that week, and, already exhausted, Alissa could only weep as her worst fears came true. Billy had come down with the same illness as Hugo. The physician declined to repeat his first visit. The nursemaid quit. Two footmen disappeared without bothering to give notice. Aunt Reggie took to her bed, and Claymore took to drinking Rockford’s brandy. Young Rothmore, Billy to his stepfamily, William to his father, the spawn of Satan to nearly everyone else,
the flummery. He especially did not like the persuasive part. “Did he approach you too?” She chuckled. “In such a…a coming way? Of course not. What could I offer a man of that ilk?” If she did not know the answer to that question, Rockford thought, she had not looked in a mirror. “So you were not taken in by his false charm?” “I did not say that. What woman does not like compliments? The whole parish was beguiled until he started raising rents and letting workers go. He blamed you, of course,