- At the Duke's Wedding by Caroline Linden
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And four unlikely couples discover that passion never waits for perfection, and happily ever after is just an "I do" away. Arwen doesn't have time for romance, not even with the sexy hotel handyman, Harry Compton. But putting on the wedding of the year means dealing with one surprise after another, including the discovery that Harry is so much more than he seems.
The lavish wedding party at the hotel next door is driving her crazy--especially the sexy lawyer who wants her wi-fi password. But Archer Quinn is swamped with work and will do anything to convince her to take a chance on him But he only has a week to persuade her they'll be scrumptious together The only thing missing is Prince Charming. Instead the guests include the last man she wants to see--her archenemy, millionaire playboy Piers Prescott. Piers is determined to conquer Cali's resistance to him, and he'll stop at nothing to have her.
As long as she can remember it's just for one week, could he be the perfect wedding fling? But he ruins everything by asking her to report on her best friend's wedding. Damien Knightly is definitely falling for Roxanna, but thanks to an impulsive wager he must choose between losing the crown jewel of his media empire The four authors of last year's bestselling At the Duke's Wedding bring you a modern twist on the Regency house party.
Katharine Ashe is on fine form in the final story, in which we properly meet His Grace of Frye and discover the reason behind his broken engagement. The duke is travelling as plain Mr. Horace Church, but as he and Fortier set up their cover story by faking a brawl in the yard, he is unnerved to notice Miss Charlotte Ascot standing in the doorway. In an anguish of unrequited love, Charlotte fled to America in an attempt to cure herself of her long-standing infatuation with the Duke of Frye.
She has returned, not in hopes that he will at last return her feelings, but in order to comfort her friend Serena, and because she realises now that she carried her feelings with her when she ran and that instead, she must face them and learn to live with them. Charlotte Ascot has haunted his dreams for years, but Frye knows he can never marry her; can never marry anyone due to a mysterious condition which sometimes incapacitates him and which he fears will send him to an early grave like his father.
Ashe packs a lot of story into a short page count but it all works, culminating in a beautifully romantic declaration of love. Charlotte and Frye are superbly drawn characters and I enjoyed watching them bicker their way towards understanding the truth of their long-held feelings for one another. Snowy Night With a Duke is a charming, tender and passionate romance and a terrific way to round off this set of seasonal love stories. His marriage to Miss Grey would be elegant, refined, and sensible: in a word, perfect.
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You've persuaded me the match is advantageous for both parties, but you've hardly said one word about your feelings for the lady herself. What a time to ask that question. Irked at her and at Blair for ruffling what had promised to be a perfectly smooth welcoming, he descended the steps as the carriage reached the gravel and slowed to a more decorous speed.
There was nothing to reproach in his actions. He was a sensible man who made logical decisions. He thought he'd chosen quite well, despite his mother's sentimental disquiet and his secretary's grim silence. If they had some objection to this marriage, he thought darkly, they had better speak soon or forever hold their peace.
But this was not the moment to brood about that. Straightening his shoulders, he prepared to welcome his future wife and her family.
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Miss Grey, her parents, and her elder sister would spend the next fortnight at Kingstag, preparing for the wedding at the end of that time. Behind him, the butler, housekeeper, and a few servants waited at the ready to greet their soon-to-be mistress. The house had been cleaned and polished to a bright shine over the last month to appear at its best for the wedding. He darted a quick glance at his mother, but she silently stepped up beside him, her serene smile back in place, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The sky growled again as the coach pulled to a halt.
A dust-covered servant jumped down to open the door, and Sir William alighted first. The baronet fairly radiated triumph.
Gareth turned his attention to Lady Grey. And for such a happy occasion! He smiled, then stepped forward to help his betrothed down from the carriage himself. Helen Grey was lovely, he thought approvingly as she stepped down, her small hand nestled in his. He'd thought so from the moment he met her. Her dark hair was arranged in the latest style, her dress the picture of elegance. She looked as fresh and beautiful as the roses in his mother's garden.
The Greys must have stopped so she could change and refresh herself before arriving. She blushed, her cheeks a perfect soft pink.
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Her dark eyes glowed as she gave a little curtsey. I'm delighted to arrive at last. Gareth smiled in satisfaction. She truly was the perfect bride. Her voice was just as lovely as he remembered, and her person even lovelier. Her manner was gentle and sweet. What more could a man ask for in a wife? He presented her to the duchess, pleased to see his mother greet her as warmly and graciously as ever. He knew she would never be rude or crass, but he wouldn't put it past her to probe—in that delicate, almost imperceptible way she had—into Miss Grey's feelings as well.
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Shall we proceed inside? A moment of silence passed over the group.
Sir William and Lady Grey exchanged a glance. Miss Grey wet her lips.
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My sister did come. She wanted a moment to repair her appearance, I believe. How long did she need to repair herself, anyway? Miss Grey managed to look as neat and elegant as any lady in town. She gathered up her vibrant yellow skirt in one hand and reached out to take the hand of the footman waiting to assist her.