Wed Him Before You Bed Him
Chapter OneRichmond, England
November 1824
Charlotte Harris, headmistress and owner of Mrs. Harris's School for Young Ladies, sat at her desk and reread -- twice -- the pleading letter she had composed to Cousin Michael, her anonymous benefactor.
Then she tore it up. What was the point of writing him, when every letter she sent to his solicitor was returned unopened?
She wiped her clammy hands on her skirt. He had to know what desperate straits the school was in -- he knew everything. And until six months ago, he had always told her everything he knew. But after she had pressed him so hard about his identity, he had ended their correspondence. There had not been a word from him since.
The hollow fear that gripped her so often these days made her stomach clench. All right, so perhaps he had good reason to be angry at her. She had agreed not to press him about his anonymity.
Still, how could he abandon them after all this time? He had been part of the school's inception fourteen years ago. Indeed, without him there would be no school. S ... read full excerpt from: The School for Heiresses: 'Wed Him Before You Bed Him ebook
