Lord Braybrook's Penniless Bride
Julian Trentham, Viscount Braybrook, bit his tongue, figuratively speaking, and reminded himself that his stepmother, Serena, considered tact the best way to deal with his wayward half-sister. Telling Lissy she sounded like a second-rate actress in a bad tragedy was not tactful.
'But it isn't fair, Mama!' said the Honourable Alicia furiously. 'Julian only met Harry for five minutes yesterday and—'
'Half an hour,' said Julian, sitting down on a sofa. 'Long enough to ascertain that, apart from his post as Sir John's secretary, he has no prospects.' He eyed the tabby cat seated on Serena's lap out of the corner of his eye. The blasted thing was convinced he adored cats. It couldn't have been more mistaken.
'Five minutes!' repeated Lissy, 'and poor Harry is declared unsuitable. Whatever that means!'
'Amongst other things, it means you'd run the fellow aground inside of a month,' said Julian, unmoved. 'Have sense, Lissy.'
The cat stretched, brilliant green eyes fixed on Julian.
Lissy glared. 'I would not!'
Serena chimed in. 'Lissy dear, I feel quite sure that charming and pleasant as Mr Daventry may—' She made a g ... read full excerpt from: Lord Braybrook's Penniless Bride ebook
