Temperance

Reverend Shackleford was at a loss. He'd truly believed that in marrying his eldest daughter Grace to an extremely wealthy peer of the realm, his problems would be over. But as the Reverend was now beginning to realise, it wasn't sufficient to have a wealthy Duke in the family if the daughter he was trying to marry off had the manners of a stable hand. And to Reverend Shackleford's knowledge, his second eldest daughter Temperance's version of modest reserve was making sure to kick a miscreant in the shins rather than his ballocks. Put simply, Temperance was the exact opposite of her name and a harpy to boot. In fact the Reverend very much feared that unless he could find someone to teach her at the very least how to hold her temper, he would be stuck with her forever. But as he was always telling his curate, the Almighty works in mysterious ways. Indeed, Reverend Shackleford believed his prayers were finally answered when he found the very person to take Temperance in hand.



Lady Gertrude Fotheringale was genteel, discreet and suitably impoverished. Or so he thought...



Adam Colbourne, the eighth Earl of Ravenstone had no intention of taking a wife. As a boy he'd witnessed the cold, impersonal, not to mention loveless, nature of his parents' union. Marriage he concluded, was not anything he wished to experience. And the scheming matchmaking mothers of each Season's crop of debutantes in no way gave him any reason to change his mind. That was until a chance meeting with a foul mouthed raven-haired termagant, who in the space of one night turned his world entirely upside down...



Perfect for fans of Regency Romances with wit and humor and a little bit of steam.