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PROLOGUE Earl Hilton Stanwyck of Suffolk lounged back in his chair as he gazed upon his nephew, Viscount Jarreth Stanwyck. The younger man sat sprawled, his long legs reaching far in front of him as he leaned to one side on one elbow, making no attempt to hide a bored expression to match the equally boring news. "So, who have you betrothed me to this time, uncle? Is she as exciting as the last one, with buckteeth and the girth to match my horse? Or the one before, that Alma somebody, who had already serviced half the knights in her household and tried to seduce me within minutes of meeting." He shuddered. "That one was scary." The Dark Count, as he was infamously known, looked at his despondent nephew as a sly smile formed. "This time is different. I met a man with a beautiful daughter who is as loathe to marry as you are. You should make a good couple." "May I ask why she is so reluctant?" "I never inquired as to the particulars, I only know her father was most anxious to make an arrangement." "An anxious father means a homely bride." "I was assured most unequivocally that the girl is gorgeous, just a bit . . .undisciplined. I am sure you shall have no problem taming her." "Wonderful . . .not only must I marry her, now I must tame her." "Have you not always said you wanted a girl with spirit? Well, from what I understand from her father, she certainly will not disappoint you." Jarreth sighed deeply. "Very well. When do I meet her?" "You are to leave immediately. Of course, you have the last word on this. If you truly do not think a union is possible, you can refuse to sign the papers . . .again. But I remind you, Jarreth, as my only heir, I shall like to see you married and blessed with children before I die." "You are not even close to dying, uncle." "That remains to be seen. Here are the directions. Bring back a bride this time, Jarreth." The darkly handsome viscount sat up and took the parchment. "Does she know you are my uncle? That could make a difference; your reputation is not exactly sterling." "The father knows of me, and is aware my reputation is mostly rumors. We had a good visit before the subject of marriage arose and we matched you two up. Now go! Your bride awaits." Jarreth looked at the map, stood up and cast his uncle a sour look. "Yorkshire? She better be very special, uncle. This is a long ride for yet just another homely face."
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