The Rogue Who Stole Christmas by Annabelle Anders & Sophie Barnes & Dawn Brower & Alyssa Drake & Amanda Mariel

Author:Annabelle Anders & Sophie Barnes & Dawn Brower & Alyssa Drake & Amanda Mariel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MG Press

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Violet loved musicales. When done right, the music was enlivening and inspirational. She could sit for hours and listen to it if given the choice. Unfortunately, musicians tired and couldn’t indulge her whims even if Violet was inclined to be a hard task maker. Besides, it made the days she could listen to music much more gratifying because of those fleeting moments of pleasure. There was little she truly enjoyed anymore, and she intended to ensure this evening went well. She would avoid any unpleasantness or equally disagreeable people…like the Marquess of Merrifield.

Violet tilted her lips upward into a winsome smile. If only she felt happy enough to don a genuine one. She sighed. As much as she was determined to make the evening go well, she had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t pinpoint what. She smoothed down her blue silk skirt and walked into the room where the musicale was being held. She glanced down at her invitation and frowned. The organizer had assigned seats. She followed down the rows until she found the correct one and then went to her seat.

She glanced around nervously. Iris hated musicales and refused to attend with her. She should have stayed home instead of coming to it alone, but she didn’t think it would be too bad. Francesca was attending with the duke, and if need be, she could act as her chaperone. There wasn’t much socializing done during the performance and she believed it would be all right. Perhaps that was the dread she couldn’t shake. She knew she shouldn’t be there alone, and she’d gone, anyway. Violet never shirked the rules…

More people moved into the room and took their seats. Francesca was sitting several rows ahead of her with her husband. She waved before she took her seat. They could talk after during the refreshments. A movement to her left caught her attention, and Violet glanced up to meet Lord Merrifield’s startling blue eyes. His gaze held no surprise at seeing her, and that gave her pause. She shook the thought away, though. There was no reason for him to know she’d attend the musicale.

“Lady Violet,” he greeted her.

“Who is that you’re speaking to?” a woman asked from behind him. She peeked around him and smiled. “Aren’t you a lovely gal,” she said, then grinned. “I’m the Dowager Marchioness of Merrifield. By chance are you attached?”

“Attached?” She barely held back a groan. What the blazes was that supposed to mean? Violet did not want to become acquainted with Lord Merrifield’s mother. She might be a perfectly pleasant woman, but the fact she had such strong family ties to the one man who irritated her more than anyone else didn’t make warm feelings spring inside of her.

“Ignore my mother,” Lord Merrifield said in a polite tone that set her on edge. He was never nice to her. Not without some motivation behind it. What was he up to? “She’s got it inside her head it is time for me to marry.

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