"Bateman's scintillating first Bow Street Bachelors Regency is full of intense emotions and dramatic twists. Intelligent, affable characters make this fast-paced novel shine, especially for fans of clever women and the men who sincerely admire them. Future installments will be eagerly anticipated by Regency readers." -- Publishers Weekly (Starred Review)
Introducing the Bow Street Bachelors—men who work undercover for London’s first official police force—and the women they serve to protect. . .and wed?
WILL A FALSE MARRIAGE
Shipping heiress Georgiana Caversteed is done with men who covet her purse more than her person. Even worse than the ton’s lecherous fortune hunters, however, is the cruel cousin determined to force Georgie into marriage. If only she could find a way to be . . . widowed? Georgie hatches a madcap scheme to wed a condemned criminal before he’s set to be executed. All she has to do is find an eligible bachelor in prison to marry her, and she’ll be free. What could possibly go wrong?
Shipping heiress Georgiana Caversteed is done with men who covet her purse more than her person. Even worse than the ton’s lecherous fortune hunters, however, is the cruel cousin determined to force Georgie into marriage. If only she could find a way to be . . . widowed? Georgie hatches a madcap scheme to wed a condemned criminal before he’s set to be executed. All she has to do is find an eligible bachelor in prison to marry her, and she’ll be free. What could possibly go wrong?
LEAD TO TRUE AND LASTING LOVE?
Benedict William Henry Wylde, scapegrace second son of the late Earl of Morcott and well-known rake, is in Newgate prison undercover, working for Bow Street. Georgie doesn’t realize who he is when she marries him—and she most certainly never expects to bump into her very-much-alive, and very handsome, husband of convenience at a society gathering weeks later. Soon Wylde finds himself courting his own wife, hoping to win her heart since he already has her hand. But how can this seductive rogue convince brazen, beautiful Georgie that he wants to be together…until actual death do they part?
A feel good, romantic and funny Regency romp.
The story is well researched and I learned something new about the era.
The characters were really likeable and I couldn't help but get a good feeling as these two fell in love.
The story was exciting in places which kept me glued.
I loved it and can't wait for the rest of the series.
Excerpt
Chapter 1.
London, March 1816.
There were worse places to find a husband than Newgate Prison.
Of course there were.
It was just that, at present, Georgie couldn’t think of any.
“Georgiana Caversteed, this is a terrible idea.” Georgie frowned at her burly companion, Pieter Smit,
as the nondescript carriage he’d summoned to convey them to London’s most notorious jail rocked to a halt on the cobbled street. The salt-weathered Dutchman always used her full name whenever he disapproved of some- thing she was doing. Which was often.
“Your father would turn in his watery grave if he knew what you were about.”
That was undoubtedly true. Until three days ago, en- listing a husband from amongst the ranks of London’s most dangerous criminals had not featured prominently on her list of life goals. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Or, in this case, for a desperate felon about to be hanged. A felon she would marry before thenight was through. Georgie peered out into the rain-drizzled street, then
up, up the near-windowless walls. They rose into the
mist, five stories high, a vast expanse of brickwork, bleak
and unpromising. A church bell tolled somewhere in the
darkness, a forlorn clang like a death knell. Her stomach
knotted with a grim sense of foreboding.
Was she really going to go through with this? It had
seemed a good plan, in the safety of Grosvenor Square.
The perfect way to thwart Cousin Josiah once and for all.
She stepped from the carriage, ducked her head against
the rain, and followed Pieter under a vast arched gate.
Her heart hammered at the audacity of what she planned.
They’d taken the same route as condemned prisoners
on the way to Tyburn tree, only in reverse. West to east,
from the rarefied social strata of Mayfair through gradu-
ally rougher and bleaker neighborhoods, Holborn and
St. Giles, to this miserable place where the dregs of
humanity had been incarcerated. Georgie felt as if she
were nearing her own execution.
She shook off the pervasive aura of doom and straight-
ened her spine. This was her choice. However unpalat-
able the next few minutes might be, the alternative was
far worse. Better a temporary marriage to a murderous,
unwashed criminal than a lifetime of misery with Josiah.
They crossed the deserted outer courtyard, and Georgie
cleared her throat, trying not to inhale the foul-smelling
air that seeped from the very pores of the building. “You
have it all arranged? They are expecting us?”
Pieter nodded. “Aye. I’ve greased the wheels with yer
blunt, my girl. The proctor and the ordinary are both bent
as copper shillings. Used to having their palms greased,
those two, the greedy bastards.”
Her father’s right-hand man had never minced words.
in front of her, and Georgie appreciated his bluntness. So
few people in the ton ever said what they really meant.
Pieter’s honesty was refreshing. He’d been her father’s
man for twenty years before she’d even been born. A case
of mumps had prevented him from accompanying Wil-
liam Caversteed on his last, fateful voyage, and Georgie
had often thought that if Pieter had been with her father,
maybe he’d still be alive. Little things like squalls, ship-
wrecks, and attacks from Barbary pirates would be mere
inconveniences to a man like Pieter Smit.
In the five years since Papa’s death, Pieter’s steadfast
loyalty had been dedicated to William’s daughters, and
Georgie loved the gruff, hulking manservant like a second
father. He would see her through this madcap scheme—
even if he disapproved.
She tugged the hood of her cloak down to stave off the
drizzle. This place was filled with murderers, highway-
men, forgers, and thieves. Poor wretches slated to die, or
those “lucky” few whose sentences had been commuted
to transportation. Yet in her own way, she was equally
desperate.
“You are sure that this man is to be hanged tomorrow?”
Pieter nodded grimly as he rapped on a wooden door.
“I am. A low sort he is, by all accounts.”
She shouldn’t ask, didn’t want to know too much
about the man whose name she was purchasing. A man
whose death would spell her own freedom. She would be
wed and widowed within twenty-four hours.
From This Earl of Mine by Kate Bateman.
Copyright © 2019 by the author and reprinted by
permission of St. Martin’s Publishing Group.
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