The Templeton siblings have inherited a fortune. But there’s a catch…

I, George Lockett, do decree that my grandchildren, herein named, will inherit my fortune in its entirety, so long as they fulfill the following terms. Each person must complete their task to my lawyer’s satisfaction or their share of the inheritance shall be forfeit.

There are many reasons Lady Angel Templeton needs her grandfather’s money. Of course she wants to be less of a burden to her oldest brother but, goodness, once she has even more money, she can have her pick of the men! A certain Duke of Norwick would be a fool to ignore her…

Unfortunately, their beloved grandfather decided not to make it easy on the Templetons, though Angel is convinced her task must be the hardest. To fulfill the terms of the will, she must perform unpaid duties as a lady’s companion for two months to the entirely unmanageable Mrs. Stone.

Two whole months of work.

What’s worse, Mrs. Stone is determined to be an even bigger handful than Angel herself.

No…what’s worse, is the lady comes along with a miserable wretch of a nephew. While she cannot deny he is handsome in that dark, brooding way so many women adore, Angel does not enjoy the company of serious men—especially when they have already declared they do not trust her one jot.

Well, she doesn’t trust him either. It soon becomes obvious why the stern Mr. Hunter is determined to haunt her every move—he must want Mrs. Stone’s money!

Well, Angel cannot allow anything happen to her new friend, especially when she risks losing everything.

Excerpt

Angel jolted away from the door, a hand pressed to her chest. “I was just—” Words failed her when her gaze traversed Mr. Hunter. She could not help but take a slow, lazy perusal of his person, taking in the damp hair, the open collar of his shirt, the unbuttoned sleeves that were rolled up to just below his elbows. Veins and sinew flexed on arms that were slightly sun-kissed. A jacket was slung carelessly over one shoulder.

Mouth dry, her mind raced. If a glimpse of a lack of cravat had addled her mind then she might as well be committed to the asylum now. Nothing could have prepared her for Mr. Reuben Hunter slightly damp and not at all appropriately dressed.

To make matters worse, his lips tilted slightly, drawing her attention to a mouth that should be banned on men. It was entirely unfair that the rougher sex should be bestowed with full lips like that.

“Forgive me, I did not think you would be awake.”

She jerked her gaze up to his and tried not to imagine how hot and pink her cheeks had to look.

“No…” The word came out more like a mouse squeak than a word. She cleared her throat as quietly as she could. “No…no need to apologize. I was just, um, checking on your aunt. She had a rather restless night.” Angel put a hand to her hair and grimaced internally. How must she appear in yesterday’s crumpled gown and her hair wild? And here he was looking as though he had been conjured from one of those gothic romance novels.

A crease appeared between his dark brows, and his gaze trailed over her. “Did you spend the night with my aunt?”

Hands tight at her side lest she start fussing with her hair again, she gave a stiff nod. Surprise lit briefly in Mr. Hunter’s eyes. Angel could not help but lift her chin. The man apparently thought her utterly heartless, despite hardly knowing her.

“She needed me, Mr. Hunter, so I thought it prudent to stay with her until she was settled.” She forced a smile. “That is what I am here for after all, is it not?”

“Indeed,” he said tightly. Mr. Hunter swung his jacket from over his shoulder and clasped it in both hands. “If you will excuse me, I should…” He motioned to his bedroom door.

“Do you ride every morning, Mr. Hunter?” she blurted out and fought the urge to slap a hand to her forehead. What was wrong with her? The question had been burning in her mind, but she had not anticipated it escaping her, not when she was so close to ending this interaction and escaping his relentless glower.

“I do.”

“Even in the rain?”

He motioned down his person. “As you can see.”

“Yes.” Oh yes, she could see. She saw the way his shirt clung to muscles that implied he did more than riding. Fencing perhaps. Or maybe boxing. Muscles that were apparently making her ask the most nonsensical questions. Maybe he was correct in not trusting her to look after his aunt. After all, she was hardly proving herself to be the cleverest of women.

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USA Today bestselling author Samantha Holt lives in a small village in England with her twin girls and a dachshund called Duke. If you’re not sure where to start why not try…

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