Inventing Love

Bedroom Eyes Series

Hope is the Greatest Gift.

The Hepworth Family estate has shrunk. The family of eight has survived by selling off valuable land and sacking servants. None of the adult children are married.

Fenella Hepworth keeps the household functioning as the family’s unofficial housekeeper. While her older brother gambles and her sisters flirt, she works. Then, Mr. Hepworth insists she attend a local dance as a break. Afterward, he asks if she’s fallen in love. She says no. Her father surprises her with a request to marry his friend’s son.

Victor Sloan is unwanted. A stutterer, his father never has time for him and thinks him a fool. He loses himself in his studies, inspired to invent machines that benefit society. However, he must step up as the Sloan heir and marry. With little social experience, he lets Mr. Sloan arrange a marriage.

Fenella travels north with only a maid in tow, ready to do her duty. However, a carriage accident robs her of recent memories. Past disappointments fade and Hope appears. Unsure, she and her maid switch places. Fenella hides among the Sloan servants as she works to recover her lost memories while clinging to Hope.

Will Hope prevail and Victor be able to discover the true bride? An arranged marriage story based on the fairy tale The Goose Girl. Book Three in the Bedroom Eyes Series.

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Excerpt

A Kiss Interrupted
Comfort her. Tell her you understand. Offer to help.
Instead, Victor used his free arm to pull her into his arms and kissed those parted red lips. He sighed when her lips melted under his. Their entwined hands squeezed. He tugged her closer as pleasure exploded through his limbs, trunk, and hit his groin. She fit in his arms, felt right, tasted right. But something struck him. He wanted her, not Linette, as his bride.
His arm remained wrapped around her, and through their entwined hands a pulse beat as their hearts thundered in tandem. The kiss continued, now nibbles, now a battle of tongues, now tender passion. He didn’t want it to end. Victor could kiss her for the rest of his life, forgoing sleep and food so long as her lips gave him meaning.
“Fern, where are you?”
Her lips formed an O as her body stiffened. She pulled back, though their fingers remained entangled.
“Here, Michael,” those red lips called to another.