Is it possible for a strong-minded young woman to bend to the wishes of her Mama? Good heavens, no. But will she bend to the wishes of her heart? That’s an entirely different question.
Miss Cherry Trease (yes, that is her name) is not fond of London. Too dusty, pompous, and too few places to find solitude when necessary. However, at home, she’s in her element, strolling through the forest she’s loved her whole life. So the discovery of an intruder napping on her favourite spot? A very bad thing indeed.
Garrett DeVarne is enjoying a snooze in the sunshine (and sleeping...
Is it possible for a strong-minded young woman to bend to the wishes of her Mama? Good heavens, no. But will she bend to the wishes of her heart? That’s an entirely different question.
Miss Cherry Trease (yes, that is her name) is not fond of London. Too dusty, pompous, and too few places to find solitude when necessary. However, at home, she’s in her element, strolling through the forest she’s loved her whole life. So the discovery of an intruder napping on her favourite spot? A very bad thing indeed.
Garrett DeVarne is enjoying a snooze in the sunshine (and sleeping off a wee bit too much brandy from the night before). A kick in the arm is an unpleasant awakening, but the owner of that kick is a lovely young woman who puzzles him, intrigues him, and proceeds to ignore him completely.
It might have been a chance meeting. It could have led to nothing more than an exchange of words. But when Fate enlists a pair of devoted mothers? Yes, indeed. Theyre doomed
