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    Married In Haste
    Married In Haste
    Married In Haste
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    Married In Haste

    By Ruth Ann Nordin

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    Brad Bachman, Earl of Youngtown, is the most predictable and orderly gentleman in London. In fact, there is no other gentleman more concerned with having every strand of hair in place or making sure everything in his townhouse is neat and tidy. Also, unlike other gentlemen, he planned out his entire life when he was a child. And so far, everything has gone according to plan. Except for one thing: he doesn't have a wife. With his twenty-sixth birthday quickly approaching, he begins to wonder if his future will ever hold the love match he's been searching for over the past three years.

    Miss Ava Baynes fell in love with Brad the moment she met him, but with one little accident at the ball, her chances of being his wife is no longer within her reach. That is, until, his brother picks her for the scandal he had planned for Brad. On the surface, it would seem as if fate is lending her a helping hand. Except, she knows that fate has nothing to do with this. It’s the result of a conniving brother who is out for revenge.

    Now she has to marry a gentleman who probably resents having to spend the rest of his life with her, and she just knows he’ll never love her because, unlike him, her world doesn't have anything to do with order or predictability.

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    PublisherRuth Ann Nordin
    Release dateDec 30, 2017
    ISBN9781370262557
    Married In Haste
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    Ruth Ann Nordin

    Ruth Ann Nordin has written almost 100 romances, ranging from Regencies to historical westerns to contemporaries. She plays with other genres from time to time, but her first love is romance. She has been happily married for twenty-two years to a sweet and funny guy, and they have four sons, who are all taller than Ruth now that they're 16, 17, 19, and 20. The good thing is she doesn't need a ladder. She considers herself very lucky to have led such a charmed life. Being able to play with characters and create stories is just icing on the cake. Hopefully, she'll get to keep doing this many years to come.

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      Oh God ! This is such a thin story line that has been stretched beyond all limits. And then we have to face all those syrupy sweet dialogues. Ugh! One of her truly bad books.
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      I liked the story as I like all this ladies books. This one was a bit more flimsy that some of her others. Still a good way to fill in a cple of hours.

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    Married In Haste - Ruth Ann Nordin

    Marriage by Fate: Book 2

    Married

    in

    Haste

    Ruth Ann Nordin

    This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and also represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher.

    Married in Haste

    All Rights Reserved.

    Copyright 2017 Ruth Ann Nordin

    This book may not be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without expressed written consent of the publisher/author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

    Book Cover Design by: Yellow Prelude Design, LLC

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

    Chapter Twenty

    Chapter Twenty-One

    Chapter Twenty-Two

    Chapter Twenty-Three

    Chapter Twenty-Four

    Author’s Note

    Other Books in this Series

    All Books by Ruth Ann Nordin

    Where to Find Ruth

    Chapter One

    July 1819

    Miss Ava Baynes studied her reflection in the mirror. Her father had been English and her mother Spanish. As a result, she didn’t have the same fair complexion that English ladies did. And so far, the gentlemen she’d come across all preferred the lighter complexions.

    To make things more complicated, she wasn’t a striking beauty like her friend Opal. Ava was more on the darling side. She had an attraction all her own, but it was nothing that made gentlemen stop what they were doing and look her way. Opal had that kind of beauty, though she didn’t realize it. She could have had any gentleman she wanted. She ended up marrying Lord Farewell because of a scandal, but she wouldn’t have needed the scandal to secure a husband.

    If Opal hadn’t been as sweet as she was pretty, Ava would be jealous of her. But since Opal was the kindest person she’d ever met, it was hard to begrudge her friend the good fortune of finding a love match…and so quickly in her first Season.

    Ava still had time to find a husband. The Season wasn’t over yet, and it was her first one. That made her more desirable. So she had that going for her. She just didn’t have the grace or money other ladies did.

    Surely, things like extreme beauty, grace, and money aren’t as important as people claim they are, she told her reflection, though she knew full well they really were.

    If you keeping talking to yourself, someone’s going to think there’s something wrong with you, came the familiar voice of her twelve-year-old brother.

    Startled, she spun around, tripping on the hem of her gown and almost falling right into the mirror. She managed to catch her balance just in time.

    Timothy, it’s not right to sneak into my room like that, she said with a laugh. You gave me a terrible fright.

    He grinned. You frighten too easily. Auntie says you’d run from your own shadow if you saw it.

    I’m not that bad. Sure, she had some moments where she got spooked, but that was mostly when she was all by herself and it was dark. But who didn’t experience that occasional chill from time to time?

    Do you think tonight will be the night? Dinah, her ten-year-old sister, asked as she bounded into the room. Will you come home with a husband?

    Amused, Ava put her hands on her hips. It doesn’t work like that. I have to acquire a betrothal first. After that, the wedding date is set. Besides, if I marry, I will go live with him, just as our mother went to live with our father when they married.

    You won’t be going to another country, will you? Timothy asked.

    No. I’ll be staying right here in London.

    Being the oldest, Ava remembered their parents more than Timothy and Dinah did, but Dinah had been five when their parents grew ill with consumption. Their mother had succumbed to it first, and as soon as their father realized he had it, he sent word to his brother, the Duke of Harding. His brother and wife lived in London.

    As soon as her uncle got her father’s missive, he came out to the cottage in the country, and the two brothers worked out the arrangements for what would be done with Ava, Timothy, and Dinah. Shortly after that, her father died.

    Her uncle and aunt, who didn’t have children of their own, were determined to keep the siblings together despite their limited money. They hadn’t been all that much better off than Ava’s parents had been, but they had made the arrangement work.

    Ava’s aunt had put quite a bit of money into making her debut to the Ton as ideal as she could. Though Ava knew her aunt wouldn’t wish there to be any pressure on her, Ava felt it all the same. If she didn’t marry this Season, she would fail her poor aunt…not to mention she would have wasted the money the lady had spent on her clothing.

    Her aunt came into the room and smiled. You look splendid this evening, Ava!

    You really think so? Ava put her hand over her stomach to help stop the butterflies that were wreaking havoc on her.

    I do. Any gentleman who can resist you lacks good sense.

    Her aunt was being much too kind. There were plenty of gentlemen who could resist her, and Ava was certain it wasn’t because they all lacked good sense. But it was nice of her aunt to say that. Thank you, Auntie.

    Her aunt gave her a kiss on the cheek. You’re going to marry this Season. I can feel it in my soul.

    I hope you’re right.

    Tonight will be the night you’ll meet your future husband if you wish it to be, Dinah spoke up. But you have to wish really hard.

    Maybe you should make a wish as you look up at the stars, Timothy said. I read a book where it worked for a boy. Maybe it’ll work for you, too.

    Her aunt chuckled. That was only a story, Timothy. Things don’t work like that in real life. When Dinah and Timothy frowned in disappointment, she hurried to add, Though it couldn’t hurt to try it. She smiled at Ava. If you feel inclined to.

    Noting the way her sister and brother looked expectantly in her direction, Ava consented to doing what they wanted. All right. I’ll do it.

    Timothy perked right up. You have to do it before you cross the threshold of the front doorway. You open the door, look up at the sky, and then think your wish. You can’t speak it aloud. If you speak it aloud, it won’t come true.

    Giving him a nod to indicate she would follow his instructions, she turned to her aunt. I’m ready.

    Her aunt led her out of the room. I haven’t heard much about Lord Youngtown, but he’s hosting the ball this evening. I have arranged for you to share a dance with him. This is the first bachelor who’s hosting a ball that we’ve been to. The way his townhouse looks might say something about him. Your uncle was a firm believer that you could tell a person’s character by the way they decorated their residence.

    The butler hurried to the front door and opened it.

    Ava glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough, Dinah and Timothy were watching her. Chuckling under her breath, she stood at the threshold, peered up at the sky, and wished, Let this be the evening that I meet the gentleman I’ll marry. She glanced back at her sister and brother. I made the wish. The rest is up to fate.

    Then, taking a deep breath, she crossed the threshold.

    ***

    Brad Bachman, the Earl of Youngtown, stood still as his valet slipped the frock coat over his shoulders.

    Someone chuckled from the doorway of his bedchamber.

    Eyebrows furrowed, Brad glanced over his shoulder as the valet buttoned the frock coat for him.

    Stephen Bachman, his nineteen-year-old brother, walked over to him. Maybe this will be the evening your dreams come true. Maybe, at long last, you’ll find a wife.

    Brad glowered at him. I don’t recall asking for you to come in here.

    I don’t need permission to come into your bedchamber. I’m your brother.

    Brad sighed as the valet began to comb his hair. If he wasn’t absolutely still, the valet would have to do it all over again. Appearances were everything, and if he was going to secure a wife, he needed to look his best.

    Stephen clucked his tongue then sat in one of the chairs. You’ve been actively searching for a wife for the past four years, and all of your efforts have been in vain. What makes you think this evening is going to be any different?

    Did you come in here to annoy me? Brad asked, not hiding his irritation.

    No. Believe it or not, that isn’t my intention. I’m merely curious.

    I wish you would be curious about other things.

    Oh, I am. And, in case you’re wondering, I do take measures to satisfy those curiosities. Which reminds me… Stephen shifted so that he had a better view of Brad. Can I have some more money?

    What?

    In his surprise, Brad made the mistake of turning to face his brother. Just what he needed! He’d spent too much time picking out just the right outfit for tonight. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to be late to his own ball. And he hated to be late. He quickly turned back to the valet and motioned for him to start over on combing his hair.

    I only need a small amount, Stephen said. Six pence. That’s not even a shilling. Surely, you can spare that much.

    What do you need it for?

    My mistress. She says Lord Manning can offer her more of an allowance than I currently give her.

    Brad’s lower jaw dropped. You have a mistress?

    Yes. I just got her two months ago. She’s older and more experienced. I have to pay her what she’s worth.

    Brad grimaced. He’d heard enough. I will not give you more money so you can satisfy your…your… He couldn’t bring himself to say it. Not in front of the valet. I am disappointed in you.

    Why? Every gentleman in London takes a mistress at one time or another.

    "No, not every gentleman takes a mistress."

    "My apologies. I’ll amend what I just said. Normal gentlemen take a mistress at one time or another. You’re not normal. Stephen stood up. I don’t know why you insist on being so stuffy. A mistress is a very pleasurable thing to have. It’s certainly better than having to take care of things yourself."

    Did it ever occur to you that other gentlemen have taken their pleasure with her, too?

    Stephen nodded. How else would she be good at what she does?

    Brad almost shook his head but resisted the temptation to. The valet would soon be finished combing his hair. The last thing he wanted to do was have the valet start over a third time.

    The answer is no, Brad said. I’m not giving you any more money until the first of next month. That is when you get your allowance. If you can’t handle the amount I give you, then you’re welcome to get a job.

    Stephen gasped as if he’d been asked to do the most repulsive thing a human could possibly do. A job? I am the brother of a wealthy earl. Why would I need a job?

    So you can afford things you don’t need, like experienced mistresses.

    The mistress I have is a need.

    She is not a need. She is a lust. A lust is a want.

    If I don’t satisfy my more pressing urges, then I’ll emit my seed while I sleep. That makes this a need.

    Brad couldn’t believe Stephen actually came out and made that comment right in front of the valet. Face warm with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, he snapped, Just for saying that, I’m giving you one less shilling for your next month’s allowance.

    You’re not serious!

    If you want me to take away two shillings, then keep arguing with me.

    With a grunt, Stephen stormed out of the bedchamber.

    Brad closed his eyes. Just when he didn’t think Stephen could shock him any more than he already had, Stephen proved him wrong. Please forgive the way my brother spoke, Brad told the valet as he opened his eyes. If I had known he would take the conversation in that direction, I would have forbidden him to say a single word.

    It is all right, my lord, the valet assured him as he finished combing the last strands of Brad’s hair. I’ve heard much worse over the years.

    Had he? Brad didn’t make it a habit of associating with anyone like his brother. He chose his friends with great care, knowing full well that bad company corrupted good habits. A gentleman couldn’t control who was in his family, but he could control who his friends were.

    A gentleman also got the fortune of choosing his wife. And Brad had every intention of picking the right lady for that role. He wanted someone who would match his orderly and predictable lifestyle. He wanted someone true and dependable. He wanted someone graceful and sweet.

    His requirements weren’t all that much. He didn’t need someone who was a striking beauty or who had a lot of money. As Stephen had pointed out, he already had a significant amount of wealth, thanks to his years of careful planning and saving.

    What he really wanted was a love match. He knew such things weren’t likely in London where people often married for reasons like money or social prominence. But it was possible. That was why he wasn’t rushing the process of finding the right lady. He had to meet her first. Then he would bring her to his dinner party. If things went well from there, he would ask her father or brother if he could court her. He would take her out with a chaperone, of course, and they would get to know each other better and fall in love before he finally proposed.

    He had envisioned the process many times. Each Season, the plan became more and more defined in his mind. All he needed was to meet the right lady. Once he did that, the rest would fall into place.

    Chapter Two

    Miss Baynes is next on your dance card, Mr. Washington told Brad later that evening.

    Under ordinary circumstances, Brad wouldn’t have hired Mr. Washington to find ladies to fill up his dance card, but he was having a difficult time finding out which ladies were available and which weren’t. So Mr. Washington had gone around the room to make inquiries, and then he secured a slot for Brad to dance with as many of them as possible. It was a much more efficient method than what he’d used in the previous Seasons.

    Back then, he’d worked his way through the room and engaged in many conversations. Half the time, he found out the ladies were already spoken for, and this was after he’d wasted a good five minutes in dialogue with them. This Season, he was going to be smarter about things. He was only going to dance and talk with available ladies. Then, at least, he knew there was a chance for marriage.

    Brad tried to think of who Miss Baynes was, but his mind drew a blank. Which one is she? he asked Mr. Washington.

    She’s the one of Spanish descent. She’s wearing a green gown.

    Brad turned his attention to the group of four ladies Mr. Washington pointed to. At once, Brad’s gaze went to Miss Baynes. He didn’t often come across ladies with such beautiful dark hair, and in addition to being beautiful, her hair was long and wavy. Her skin had a healthy glow to it that complemented her hair nicely. From where he was standing, he couldn’t tell her eye color, but he did note her small nose, high cheekbones, and rosy lips. She had a cute look about her. She wasn’t the kind of lady who made a room full of gentlemen stop everything they were doing to look at her, but she did have a pleasant face.

    She had a nice figure, too. Plump round breasts that pressed together in her gown to show off a hint of cleavage. A narrow waist that gave way to hips suited for childbirth. She was probably shorter than him by a foot, but things like height didn’t bother him. He was taller than most gentlemen, so he figured he would end up with a lady who was significantly shorter than him anyway.

    Besides, there was much more to a lady than how she appeared. The important thing was how she conducted herself. What kind of person was she? Was she gentle, kind, and graceful? Would she make a good wife?

    In Miss Baynes’ case, there was only one way he was going to find out. All right, he told Mr. Washington, I’m ready to dance with her.

    With a nod, Mr. Washington led him over to the group of ladies who were laughing. The ladies, upon noticing him and Mr. Washington, turned to greet them.

    Good evening, Mr. Washington said. May I introduce Lord Youngtown? He gestured to Brad.

    Brad gave a slight bow, and the ladies gave a slight curtsy.

    If it’s not an inconvenient time, Mr. Washington began, Lord Youngtown would like to share a dance with Miss Baynes.

    Oh, that’s right, a middle-aged lady replied, glancing at the card in her hand. I believe he is next on her card. Her gaze went to Brad. I am the Duchess of Harding, and Miss Baynes is my niece.

    It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Brad said. This was promising. The aunt had both good manners and grace. He liked that. Perhaps the niece would be the same way. He directed his attention to Miss Baynes and extended his hand toward her since the music was about to start. May I have this next dance?

    Miss Baynes offered him a smile and accepted his hand. Her grip was firm but gentle. Another good sign. He didn’t like it when a lady’s hands were limp or too tight.

    He led her to the center of the room, and as soon as the music started, he guided her into the dance.

    You have a lovely ballroom, she told him. "Your choice of colors is very well

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