Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: October 2019
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Introducing the Bow Street Bachelors—men who work undercover for London’s first official police
force—and the women they serve to protect. . .and wed?
Shipping heiress Georgiana Caversteed is done with men who covet her purse more than her person.
Even worse than the ton’s lecherous fortune hunters, however, is the cruel cousin determined to force
Georgie into marriage. If only she could find a way to be . . . widowed? Georgie hatches a madcap
scheme to wed a condemned criminal before he’s set to be executed. All she has to do is find an eligible bachelor in prison to marry her, and she’ll be free. What could possibly go wrong?
Benedict William Henry Wylde, scapegrace second son of the late Earl of Morcott and well-known rake, is in Newgate prison undercover, working for Bow Street. Georgie doesn’t realize who he is when she marries him—and she most certainly never expects to bump into her very-much-alive, and very handsome, husband of convenience at a society gathering weeks later. Soon Wylde finds himself
courting his own wife, hoping to win her heart since he already has her hand. But how can this seductive rogue convince brazen, beautiful Georgie that he wants to be together…until actual death do they part?
Enjoy this excerpt:
Chapter 1.
London, March 1816.
There were worse places to find a husband than Newgate
Prison.
Of course there were.
It was just that, at present, Georgie couldn’t think of any.
“Georgiana Caversteed, this is a terrible idea.” Georgie
frowned at her burly companion, Pieter Smit,
as the nondescript carriage he’d summoned to convey them to
London’s most notorious jail rocked to a halt on the cobbled street. The
salt-weathered Dutchman always used her full name whenever he disapproved of
some- thing she was doing. Which was often.
“Your father would turn in his watery grave if he knew what
you were about.”
That was undoubtedly true. Until three days ago, en- listing
a husband from amongst the ranks of London’s most dangerous criminals had not
featured prominently on her list of life goals. But desperate times called for
des- perate measures. Or, in this case, for a desperate felon
Georgie peered out into the rain-drizzled street, then up,
up the near-windowless walls. They rose into the mist, five stories high, a
vast expanse of brickwork, bleak and unpromising. A church bell tolled
somewhere in the darkness, a forlorn clang like a death knell. Her stomach
knotted with a grim sense of foreboding.
Was she really going to go through with this? It had seemed
a good plan, in the safety of Grosvenor Square. The perfect way to thwart
Cousin Josiah once and for all. She stepped from the carriage, ducked her head
against the rain, and followed Pieter under a vast arched gate. Her heart
hammered at the audacity of what she planned. They’d taken the same route as
condemned prisoners on the way to Tyburn tree, only in reverse. West to
east, from the rarefied social strata of Mayfair through gradu- ally rougher
and bleaker neighborhoods, Holborn and St. Giles, to this miserable place where
the dregs of humanity had been incarcerated. Georgie felt as if she were
nearing her own execution.
She shook off the pervasive aura of doom and straight- ened
her spine. This was her choice. However unpalat- able the next few minutes
might be, the alternative was far worse. Better a temporary marriage to a
murderous, unwashed criminal than a lifetime of misery with Josiah. They
crossed the deserted outer courtyard, and Georgie cleared her throat, trying
not to inhale the foul-smelling air that seeped from the very pores of the
building. “You have it all arranged? They are expecting us?”
Pieter nodded. “Aye. I’ve greased the wheels with yer blunt,
my girl. The proctor and the ordinary are both bent as copper shillings. Used
to having their palms greased, those two, the greedy bastards.”
Her father’s right-hand man had never minced words in front
of her, and Georgie appreciated his bluntness. So few people in the ton ever
said what they really meant. Pieter’s honesty was refreshing. He’d been her
father’s man for twenty years before she’d even been born. A case of mumps had
prevented him from accompanying Wil- liam Caversteed on his last, fateful
voyage, and Georgie had often thought that if Pieter had been with her father,
maybe he’d still be alive. Little things like squalls, ship- wrecks, and
attacks from Barbary pirates would be mere inconveniences to a man like Pieter
Smit.
In the five years since Papa’s death, Pieter’s steadfast
loyalty had been dedicated to William’s daughters, and Georgie loved the gruff,
hulking manservant like a second father. He would see her through this madcap
scheme— even if he disapproved.
She tugged the hood of her cloak down to stave off the
drizzle. This place was filled with murderers, highway- men, forgers, and
thieves. Poor wretches slated to die, or those “lucky” few whose sentences had
been commuted to transportation. Yet in her own way, she was equally desperate.
“You are sure that this man is to be hanged tomorrow?”
Pieter nodded grimly as he rapped on a wooden door.
“I am. A low sort he is, by all accounts.”
She shouldn’t ask, didn’t want to know too much about the
man whose name she was purchasing. A man whose death would spell her own
freedom. She would be wed and widowed within twenty-four hours.
From This Earl of Mine by Kate Bateman. Copyright © 2019
by the author and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Publishing Group.
Author Bio:
Kate Bateman, (also writing as K. C. Bateman), is the #1 bestselling author of historical romances,
including her RITA® nominated Renaissance romp, The Devil To Pay, and the novels in the Secrets & Spies series To Steal a Heart, A Raven’s Heart, and A Counterfeit Heart. When not writing novels that feature feisty, intelligent heroines and sexy, snarky heroes you want to both strangle and kiss, Kate works as a fine art appraiser and on-screen antiques expert for several popular TV shows in the UK. She splits her time between Illinois and her native England. Follow her on Twitter to learn more.
