A single lady in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a suitor.
No gentleman in London is more in need of a wealthy bride than Rhys Corwen, Earl of Dowling. He contrives an introduction to Margaret because of her dowry, but she swiftly sets him right: no fortune hunter will win her heart or her hand. Far from put off, Rhys is intrigued. Interested. Entranced. And soon the only thing he needs more than Margaret’s fortune…is her love.
I especially like the climax of this story. But lots of funny little bits, with the tragic drowned sheep, crumbling ceiling cherubs, and put downs about goats.
I always call this book “I Heart the Earl” because of the unfortunate cover design. This won a RITA, you wouldn’t guess it from that cover *shrug*