A Man of Her Choosing
"If we don't find a man who makes your heart pound and your blood quicken..." Linnet blushed at Lady Templeton's words. But yes, she must have love--passion--or she'd be better off raising horses and growing into an eccentric old maid! But with no great beauty, and little dowry to offer on Linnet's part, her guardian, Lord Farrington, would have more trouble finding a match for her than for picture-perfect, easygoing sister Fanny. How often had Linnet been scolded for her stubborn, defiant ways? Certainly the handsome young lord was no angel. Linnet's heart skipped a beat as she thought of his jet-black hair, his mocking blue eyes. Was it possible that he had some intriguing romantic plans of his own?