Emerald Eyes . . .
. . . A lovely face and a lively intelligence were all young Catharine Marlow brought when her gambling father deposited her with her wealthy and selfish aunt, Lady Harriet.
Lady Harriet cared only for her frivolous daughter and made it abundantly clear to Catharine that in no way was Cathy going to be launched into society or meet marriageable men. That dull widower with four children, Mr. Dawson, was good enough for Cathy. So said Aunt Harriet. But Catharine had no intentions of marrying Mr. Dawson. Or anyone else. Or so she thought. She did not know love lay waiting – nearer than she dared to dream!