I was silently cheering Felicity on as she struggled with adapting to her married life with all of her new responsibilities and her new mother-in-law. I am a huge fan of the forced marriage trope in regency romances and this one grabbed my attention from the first page!įelicity has severe social anxiety and no one in her life seems to care or understand.
And there is nothing I can do about it now. It was only after agreeing to the wedding that I discovered my husband-to-be was not only a Bradwell man, but a brother to the man I love. Leading gossips of the ton discovered us in what appeared to be an intimate embrace, and to save both of our families’ good names, we opted to marry. So when I snuck out of the ballroom during a veritable squeeze and found myself alone with a gentleman, it was my desire to vacate the room before we were discovered. Henry Bradwell was both easy to converse with and an avid reader, and I spent the last eight months determining how I might contrive to further our acquaintance. So when I met a man last summer who connected with me on a deeper level, I was certain at once that he could be the one. They attack with great zeal when I find myself the center of attention, regardless of whether or not I have taken measures to subdue them, and they have often made social gatherings unbearable. I, Felicity Thurston, suffer from an incurable case of nerves. What she doesn’t know-he’s the brother of the man she loves. When Felicity Thurston is caught alone with a man at a ball, she must marry him to avoid a ruined reputation.
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