A new year, a new acquaintance… why does everyone think she’s the one?
Following in his father’s footsteps,Thomas Grandby has made a name for himself in the world of investing and wealth. He’s managed to avoid the Marriage Mart—for the most part—but constant reminders of his age have him thinking 1839 might be the year he takes a bride. If only Lady Victoria seemed as interested in him as she is in her horses. Her green eyes, jet-black hair, perfect bum, and slight limp have him positively mesmerized.
Meanwhile, when Christopher, Earl of Haddon, nearly impales Juliet Comber with his foil and then falls and bumps his head, he insists she take revenge on his person. Her punch to his gut has him doubling-over—and falling heels-over-head in love with her. She has no interest in marrying him, though. Doesn’t he know his age and reputation as a pompous ass are a suitor’s least attractive traits?
These bachelors are about to learn they don’t have much of a chance when they try to come between and a girl and her horse... or do they?