WAR!
Pity, plain and simple, made Sophia accept the offer of marriage. True, Major Anthony Wyclyff was wildly handsome but that could never overcome her happiness at being "shelved. Then the blasted man recovered! Not that she wished anyone ill, but Sophia had expected to bury the earl's son along with all her childish hopes and dreams — not tumble with him in the dirt.
He was resolved to claim his bride, too, and he forced her into a strategic retreat, to act in ways she never dreamed. His flanking attack brought him closer than ever — into her manor, her parlor, her bedroom — and the infuriating officer wagered he'd have terms of surrender within the month! Yet when his fiery kiss sapped her defenses, Sophia swore the only terms she'd hear were those of love.
