Marrying for love is a luxury Hugh deBracy, the hero of LAST CHANCE BEAUTY QUEEN, can’t afford. First and foremost, he has a duty to family, which means marriage to Lady Victoria Ashton. But the town matchmaker, Miriam Randall, seems to be hinting that something different might await Hugh. Could it involve ex-Watermelon Festival beauty queen Caroline “Rocky” Rhodes? Get the book here: http://bit.ly/1njLS0O #TuesdayTeaser
“You’re humoring me.”
“Maybe a little.” He was skeptical of fortune-tellers. And of course, he was trying very hard to break out of the deBracy mold. He didn’t want to marry for money, as Granddad had done. He wanted to be a success on his own merits. Maybe if he could make a go of this factory, he could finally lay Granddad to rest.
“You know,” the old woman said, “folks around here say that I’ve never missed with one of my predictions.”
“Quite impressive, I must say.” And just a little bit depressing, given what she’d predicted for him.
She continued to rock. “I see you aren’t convinced.”
“Well, I haven’t ever heard of a matchmaker quite like you. But I will keep your advice in mind. Thank you,” he said very politely.
But of course he wasn’t going to take her advice seriously, even though he had a deep romantic streak and sometimes wanted to believe in fairies, and angels, and all things supernatural.
But Miriam had simply parroted back his own history, which is exactly what charlatans and fortune-tellers did. The fact that her forecast was likely to come true meant nothing. All the family had ever expected of him was to marry well. And Lady Ashton had almost been handpicked for him. Victoria had been waiting for a long time. But it appeared as if her wait was about to come to an end.
If he had to marry Victoria to save Woolham House and keep a roof over Petal and Petunia’s heads, he would do it. He knew his duty.
He stood up. “It’s been a pleasure, Mrs. Randall, but tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”
“Honey, you have no idea.”
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