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A Most Improper Condition: A Regency Forced Proximity Romance
Eighteen thousand pounds. One condition. And the one man in Somerset who has every reason to want her out of that house.
Miss Araminta Culver has kept other women's accounts for eleven years—a poor relation with a good hand, six feet from a fire she was not asked to sit by. Then a stranger she has never met dies at eighty-one and leaves her eighteen thousand pounds, on one that she reside at Wrenfield House for a twelvemonth from Lady Day, keep it, and account for every penny.
She arrives with two boxes and no money at all. What she finds is a house of eleven servants, a garden that has not been touched in four years, a housekeeper who will not say why, and an estate room full of ledgers nobody has opened since 1808.
She also finds Hugh Trant Barrow—the great-nephew who was left nothing, who lost a fulling mill and eleven hundred and forty pounds in the peace, and who has nowhere else on earth to go. He knows where the fallen bricks are. He knows what the wall cost in 1811. He is the most useful man she has ever met, and every hour he spends in that house is an hour that could cost her the whole legacy.
Between them stands a will that nobody can explain, an attorney who thinks the whole thing monstrous, and a dead woman who spent the last thirty-eight days of her life choosing five women she had never met.
A warm, wry, deeply satisfying Regency romance about competence, money, and being seen doing the work. Sweet, closed-door, and guaranteed happily ever after. The Wrenfield Heiresses, book one.
Miss Araminta Culver has kept other women's accounts for eleven years—a poor relation with a good hand, six feet from a fire she was not asked to sit by. Then a stranger she has never met dies at eighty-one and leaves her eighteen thousand pounds, on one that she reside at Wrenfield House for a twelvemonth from Lady Day, keep it, and account for every penny.
She arrives with two boxes and no money at all. What she finds is a house of eleven servants, a garden that has not been touched in four years, a housekeeper who will not say why, and an estate room full of ledgers nobody has opened since 1808.
She also finds Hugh Trant Barrow—the great-nephew who was left nothing, who lost a fulling mill and eleven hundred and forty pounds in the peace, and who has nowhere else on earth to go. He knows where the fallen bricks are. He knows what the wall cost in 1811. He is the most useful man she has ever met, and every hour he spends in that house is an hour that could cost her the whole legacy.
Between them stands a will that nobody can explain, an attorney who thinks the whole thing monstrous, and a dead woman who spent the last thirty-eight days of her life choosing five women she had never met.
A warm, wry, deeply satisfying Regency romance about competence, money, and being seen doing the work. Sweet, closed-door, and guaranteed happily ever after. The Wrenfield Heiresses, book one.
112 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 16, 2026
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