The Wedding Knight
β Scribed by Jenna Mcknight
- Book ID
- 111176983
- Publisher
- Harlequin
- Year
- 2011
- Tongue
- en-US
- Weight
- 145 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781459274617
- ASIN
- B0056I05VK
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Tall, dark and handsome...
The last thing she wanted --a hero!
When Livvy Ravenwood's daughter wished for a knight in shining armor to come to their rescue, Livvy hadn't expected the wish to come true quite so dramatically! But the next thing she knew, Sir William Marsh was charging through her castle, complaining about the renovations! No matter what he claimed, the castle was now her hotel, and he'd been hired to provide entertainment for the wedding.
Sir William had a real "lord of the manor" attitude, piercing gray eyes and a really great way of kissing, but Livvy wasn't about to fall for a man who rescued damsels in distress. She'd had enough of heroes...hadn't she?
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