Published by Harlequin Historical on November 1st, 2018
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A convenient arrangement: Three festive Regency romances!
In The Captain’s Christmas Journey by Carla Kelly, Captain Everard is escorting Verity to her governess job—and for propriety’s sake that means a convenient engagement!
In Louise Allen’s The Viscount’s Yuletide Betrothal, Eleanor advertises for a “suitable” gentleman to pose as her betrothed over Christmas.
And in Laurie Benson’s novella, Juliet’s One Night Under the Mistletoe leads to a marriage of convenience with handsome former love Lord Montague…
The Viscount’s Yuletide Betrothal by Louise Allen
Drew scanned the front page of the Morning Post. Young gentlemen with excellent references were advertising for posts as confidential secretaries, a governess was wanted in Perthshire, there was a highly dubious advertisement for shares in a Peruvian silver mine and –
‘Something interesting?’ Jack looked up from muttering over what, from the scent that was wafting across to Drew’s nostrils, had to be a billet doux from his mistress.
‘This. It sounds decidedly peculiar. “A Lady requires the Services of a GENTLEMAN of the Utmost Discretion over the Christmas period. Full board and lodging for the Festive Season and Remuneration Fully Commensurate with the DELICACY of the Task and the Degree of SENSITIVITY required. Apply in person to Templeton, Ague and Ague, Old Mitre Court, Middle Temple, between the hours of ten and four.” Delicacy, sensitivity and discretion, indeed. I wonder what the lady in question requires and what payment is fully commensurate with that.’ Payment. He could do discretion. Sensitivity at a pinch. He wasn’t too sure about delicacy.
Jack snorted. ‘Easy enough. It can only be one of two things. A lady wants to present her husband with an heir because he isn’t capable of fathering one, or a lady wants to experience the joys of the marriage bed without benefit of clergy.’
‘And approaches it by advertising through a solicitor? Surely not.’
‘You’d be surprised,’ Jack said darkly. ‘Those lawyers will do anything for a price. You aren’t still fretting about money, are you? Damn it, if you’d only borrow what you need – . All right, have it your own way, you stiff-rumped idiot,’ he said with a grin when Drew shook his head. ‘I’ll bet twenty guineas against your Manton pocket pistol that you won’t answer that advertisement, in person, tomorrow – and take the job if it is offered.’
Drew rolled up the newspaper, lifted it in mock threat, then lowered it again. What harm could a simple enquiry do? And, besides, he wasn’t convinced by Jack’s glib explanations. It was a mystery and he enjoyed a mystery. Twenty guineas won fair and square was a different matter entirely from a loan. ‘Done, I’ll take your wager.’