There's a very generous donation in the parish's future if you make this fast. Ten minutes, at the most." Frowning, the man fumbled open his liturgy. "There's an established rite, Your Grace. Marriage must be entered into with solemnity and consideration. I don't know that I can rush--" "Ten minutes. One thousand guineas." The liturgy snapped closed. "Then again, what do a few extra minutes signify to an eternal God?" He beckoned Amelia with a fluttering, papery hand. "Make haste, child. You're about to be married.
Tessa DareIโm so sorry to disappoint you,โ she said, breathing hard. โBut it would take far more than that to scare me.โ A quick flex of his arms, and their bodies collided. And he whispered, just as his mouth fell on hers, โGod, I was hoping youโd say that.
Tessa DareDo you know," he said, "there are men who would like very much to see me dead. Powerful men. Obscenely wealthy me. Men who can afford to be patient and engage the services of large, ruthless brutes. I've managed to evade them all. But you...God's truth, I think you'll be the very death of me.
Tessa DareYouโre a terrible cook. That Iโll grant you. You canโt hold your liquor, either. And you have questionable taste in men. So no, youโre not perfect.โ His voice sank to a husky whisper, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. โBut youโre close. Close enough to restore a manโs faith in miracles.
Tessa Dare