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Lady Evie Chesterfield is a darling of the ton who refuses to become engaged. She's been desperately in love with her brother's friend, Richard Maitland, Marquess of Westfall, since forever. But the dark, dangerous marquess only sees her as a friend and refuses to marry any woman. When circumstances change and Evie has no choice but to take a husband, she decides to convince London's most notorious gentleman to marry her by seducing the scoundrel.
Richard Maitland decided long ago that he wanted nothing to do with love. So when the gorgeous, off-limits Evie asks him for lessons in seduction, Richard knows he's playing with fire. Despite Richard's determination to protect her from his dastardly reputation, he is tested at every turn by his need for the infuriating, but enticing, Lady Evie. Before too long he is faced with making an impossible choice…
262 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 14, 2017
He was the darkness to her purity.I know that quote sounds like a cliché, but before you scoff at me, I have to tell you . . . cliché or not, How to Marry a Marquess was absolutely WONDERFUL!!
"I never promised to be predictable."She had some fantastic moments in this book that I won't spoil for you, but just know that she did what needed to be done and that it often left me with a huge smile on my face.
There was no help for it. She had to be decisive, bold, and dear Lord. . . rebellious.But don't think that I'm implying that Richard was boring. He wasn't. His love for his daughter and his crusade to help the impoverished were heartwarming, and contrasted sharply with his disdain for the hypocritical ton. And he had a intense streak a mile wide...
She worked to prevent herself from fidgeting under the cunning intelligence glaring at her....that would soften around Evie to make this book incredibly swoon worthy at times.


“I desire a special license bearing the names of Lord Westfall and myself, an unmarked but comfortable carriage with a coachman and footmen who will only obey my orders, a pistol, and the marquess delivered to said carriage.”
He nuzzled her neck. “I want you.”
Breathing was nearly impossible as she waited for his touch. “I want you, too.”

“Marry me, Evie, be my friend, my lover, my marchioness. It’ll be us against the weak-minded fools of society, but we’ll also have the love and support from those who matter.”

“I love you beyond propriety and expectations. I’ll be your lover, your wife, and marchioness, for I love you quite desperately.”