A Husband for Hartwell (The Lords of Bucknall Club, #1)

by J.A. Rock

“Well, you do know everything.” “I do!” Becca agreed readily. “The whole world should listen to me.”

His only thought as he hit the street was that he wouldn’t have to lie about being robbed at all, because that was clearly what was happening.

If the perking of Warry’s pipe in response to a simple conversation about the book was any indication, Hartwell might wish to shut himself away in his bedroom to, ah…enjoy the fine work of literature.

If his own father could consider disinheriting him, well, then love was not so stable a thing as he’d thought.

“A poem?” She looked as though she did not know whether to laugh or open the carriage door and leap out.

“Then it is as I feared. You are trying to court me.”

“Why, hello. You look like just the sort of brooding gentleman with homicide in his heart with whom I cannot resist the prospect of a dance.”

You look at my brother the way I look at cake,

There really are only so many times a man can be expected to watch a quadrille without resorting to violence,”

“If ever you feel the compulsion to rescue me again, please consult me first, and I will let you know whether or not I am in need of rescue. Are we very clear?”

“You exaggerate.” Hartwell glanced at him. “You love Clarissa, Ann-Marie, Cordelia, Helene, and Eugenie—” “Eugenie? Who the devil is Eugenie?” Hartwell rolled his eyes but humoured him. “Your youngest sister.” “You cannot be serious? Hartwell, my life was nightmare enough when I thought I had only four. Now you tell me I have five?”