Song of Love, Bedroom Eyes Book 2

Sometimes heroines are beautiful, smart, and tackle the world. Sometimes, they see the world with a unique pair of eyes. They’re neither bold, clever, nor assertive, but find their own path in life. One that involves piglets.
Augusta Rudhall loves her home, music, and the yearly litter of piglets. She doesn’t understand people. They never say what they mean, often using sweet words when their intention is to be cruel. She has difficulty figuring out how anyone feels. Yet, she’s been ordered to marry despite never dreaming of that state.
Nate Fairchild loves bawdy women and bawdy songs. His greatest love is the music of ordinary folk. He has spent years collecting the songs of commoners. During a stop at a brothel, he runs into a girl in disguise, discovering ‘Gus’ has inexplicably followed her father there. He hurries her out.
At a ball the next day, he finds Gus weeping in the garden, having been hurt by cruel words. But offering her his handkerchief and a pat on the back is misconstrued and now he must offer for her. Their arranged marriage uprooted their lives, as neither knows anything about the other. Can two more incompatible people find love?
Tropes: Arranged Marriage, Fish Out of Water, Heroine Disguised as Man, Learning to Love, Oblivious to Love.

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Excerpt

“Miss Augusta….”
He jerked back when she wrenched her hand free and rushed from the room. Nate braced himself against her empty chair and stared at the open door, confused.
“A man doesn’t know what to think when his proposal chases the woman away.” He pushed himself to his feet. “I figured a musical one would soothe her fears.”
The notes of a piano drifted through the door. His song glided towards him, hesitantly. She played first with one hand, picking through the tune then added a second hand, playing with more confidence. He inhaled before laughter echoed against the study walls. Nate stumbled to the doorway and leaned against the sill to watch.
She bites her lip in concentration. I wonder how her mind translates the tune into the notes her fingers strike?
She played the song again, oblivious to his presence. Her fingers danced, the fluidity of her shoulders and torso followed, as delight radiated from her entire being. He accompanied her in song.
“Come, let us now resolve at last,” he sang, strolling towards the instrument. She didn’t falter, her fingers flying, while they performed together to, “it never is too late.”
“You have a beautiful voice!” She twirled on the piano bench as soon as they finished. “I’ve never heard another so perfect.” Augusta’s eyes burned with a fervor that made his chest expand. Warmth blossomed to the tips of his fingers and toes.
“Thank you.” He crouched next to the bench. “I’ve never heard a musician with such an ear, picking out a tune so quickly. Have you always possessed that ability?” The delight in her eyes was so contagious he wanted to grab her and infect himself.
“I love music. If I could, I would play all day.”
“What about Madge and her piglets?”
She grinned. “I love the outdoors and pianos and piglets.” He didn’t think she joked much, and that was probably the closest she came to telling one.
“Would you marry me, Gus, if I promised you pianos and piglets? And to be faithful to you always?”
She smiled a face-splitting smile. Her eyes shone with such a heartbreaking sense of delight that Nate turned away. He hadn’t seen that since Catherine died and didn’t realize he missed it. He pressed the back of his fingers to a cheek to stave off tears. I don’t deserve this. I’m too messed up.
“Yes, I’ll marry you if I can play the piano to my heart’s content and if we can raise piglets.”
“Then let us tell your father his family name has been set right.” He held out a hand, and they shook in agreement.