Lady Harper (London Ladies Book 4)

Lady Harper (London Ladies Book 4)

<br />High-spirited, independent, and rebellious, Lady Harper has no intention of finding a husband. And why should she, when every man she’s ever met has bored her to tears? That is, every man except for one…<br /><br />The Duke of Greenwood may be many things - arrogant, rakish, and a cad, to name a few - but boring he isn’t. After a chance encounter with Harper leaves him entranced, he vows to make her his wife…The only problem? She can’t stand the sight of him. <br /><br />But the duke is a man accustomed to getting what he wants, and he’s determined to have Harper…no matter the cost.<br /><br /><b> Chapter Two Excerpt </b> <br /><br /><i> “Tell me,” Doyle drawled, taking secret pleasure in the way Harper's eyes lit up as though she were anticipating a battle, “do you make it a habit of being perverse?”<br /><br />“Do you make it a habit of being overbearing and pompous?” she countered, her sugary tone at odds with her harsh words.<br /><br />Doyle’s grin expanded. Was it any wonder he’d known almost from the first moment they met that she was destined to be the woman he married?<br /><br />Some men - no doubt most men - wanted a sweet, docile wife. One who would obey their every command without question and never argue. Or, at the very least, one with wealthy parents and a generous dowry. But given that he already had a foxhound who never disagreed with him and enough wealth to last seven lifetimes, Doyle wanted something else.<br /><br />He wanted a woman who looked at him and saw more than just his title. A woman who challenged him. A woman who knew her own mind and wasn’t afraid to be herself. <br /><br />A woman he’d begun to fear did not exist…<br /><br />Until Harper, with all her snide remarks and moody scowls, waltzed into his life.<br /></i>No, not waltzed, <i>Doyle thought silently as the corners of his eyes crinkled with hidden amusement. </i>More like stomped. Yes. Stomped is the perfect word for it. <i> <br /><br /> “That depends,” he said, gesturing for her to duck as they passed beneath a low hanging branch of wisteria. Ahead of them Mary and her mother marched arm in arm, their heads bent close together as they chattered away like two magpies. <br /><br />Straightening back up on the other side of the wisteria, Harper regarded him suspiciously beneath dark winged eyebrows. “On what?” she asked. <br /><br />“On whose company I am currently keeping.”<br /><br />“And here I was under the impression you were pompous and overbearing all the time.”<br /><br />“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Truth be told, people often find me quite charming.” <br /><br />“Are these people…your servants?” she ventured.<br /><br />Doyle chuckled. He couldn’t help himself. “I may very well be pompous and overbearing but you, my dear, are audaciously cheeky. <br /><br />She frowned at him. “I am not ‘your dear’.” <br /><br />“Not yet.” <br /><br />“Not ever,” she corrected. <br /><br />Patting the arm she’d reluctantly tucked beneath his when they’d begun their stroll, Doyle merely smiled and said, “We shall see, Lady Harper. We shall see.” </i><br /><br /><b> The London Ladies: </b> <br /><i><br />Runaway Duchess<br /><br />Spinster and the Duke </i> (novella) <i> <br /><br />Forgotten Fiancee<br /><br />Lady Harper </i> (novella)