Edmund Rushwood is a single English lord in possession of a great fortune who is in
desperate need of a rich wife.In accordance with his father’s will, Edmund has until he turns twenty-six to find
a wealthy bride or lose his vast inheritance. To retain his selfish lifestyle,
he agrees to join an American dating game show to find the woman who can save
him. He doesn’t bargain on meeting Abby Forester, an impoverished, spirited
American woman who is content to live out her father’s dreams in his vintage
record shop.With covert intervention from an unlikely source, Abby lands on the dating game show
as one of Edmund’s potential brides. As their worlds entangle and love begins
to bloom, Abby discovers Edmund cannot marry her and retain his wealth at the
same time. Will love keep them together, or will greed triumph and tear them
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For a long moment, she stared at him, mouth agape, not sure if this was some sort of
British humor she didn’t understand. Well, she supposed it didn’t cost her
anything to give him what he wanted. “Thank you.”
His smile widened. “I thought American girls were all about, uhm,” he paused, his
gaze sliding to her slightly parted lips, “…affectionate forms of
Abby exhaled. Did he really expect her to kiss him? Well, she wasn’t going to, no
matter how many times her gaze wandered to his mouth. “I don’t know you, and
you certainly don’t know me, Mr. —”
“Lord,” he corrected her with the slightest conceited bow. “Lord Rushwood.”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Pardon me. Lord Rushwood.”
“You may still call me Edmund.”
This time she brought her hands to her face, ready to let out a frustrated scream.
He didn’t move as she parted her fingers and peeked through them. Growing more
annoyed, she dropped her hands to her sides and squared her shoulders.
“I have thanked you…Edmund, so I will not be wrapping my arms around your neck and
inviting you up for a night of, whatever you call it in England—”
She closed her eyes and brought in a therapeutic breath. “Never mind,” she replied,
trying to extinguish the blush spreading like a wildfire into her face.
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plane. After getting lost to the recruiter’s office, I was highly discouraged from navigating one.