The Grieving Duke Hadn't Smiled In Years, Until A Clumsy arranged Bride Made Him Laugh Again

The Grieving Duke Hadn't Smiled In Years, Until A Clumsy arranged Bride Made Him Laugh Again He hadn't laughed in three years. Not once — not at dinner, not in the gardens, not even at the cat who had decided, somewhere in the second year of grief, to become the slowest creature in Northamptonshire. Octavian Winslow, Duke of Hartsmere, had made a very careful life out of the wreckage of loss: precise, functional, quiet. Then Tabitha Ellmore arrived with a notebook, strong opinions about parsnips, and an absolutely catastrophic relationship with every piece of furniture she came near. She hadn't come to fix him. She'd come to marry him, which was a very different thing — and considerably more dangerous. A story about a house that had forgotten how to laugh, and the woman who couldn't seem to help reminding it. Stories told with quiet love. A note before we begin: everyone you're about to meet is fictional — the Duke, the vicar's daughter, even the very opinionated beagle. This story was written purely for your enjoyment. Any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental. Now, let's begin.