Marriage of Convenience . . .
Miss Celia Marcombe's dark eyes flashed with righteous indignation. She was not a commodity to be traded or bartered to a man as insufferably arrogant as Trevor Ryde, despite what her high-handed grandfather decreed! If Lord Ryde thought she would let herself be married for any reason other than true love he was sadly mistaken. He'd never get his hands on her fortune -- let alone her person -- no matter how disturbingly handsome he was . . .
Affair of the Heart . . .
Trevor Ryde chuckled as his betrothed gave free rein to her temper. So the chit had spirit, did she? That would make her surrender all the sweeter. This match may have begun as a business arrangement, but he'd wager it would be consummated by more than a handshake. He knew exactly how to deal with impetuous young misses, and by the time he was done with her, she'd beg him to make her his wife -- and in more than name only!