A Kasey Michaels Alphabet Regency Romance Classic.
Beaumont Remington -- known only as "Fish" in The Haunted Miss Hampshire, is a man searching for revenge ... but what he finds with Rosalind Winslow, the sister of his enemy, is something much more satisfying:
She was a pretty enough little thing, he granted to himself, and she would have brought out more of his protective tendencies if he didn't believe she could probably hold off an army on her own, if not with weapons then with her sharp tongue and even sharper intellect.
And it wasn't as if he had ever held out any great hopes for a love match. He was too raw, too uneducated, and too set in his ways to ever believe he was the sort females of Rosalind Winslow's birth and breeding might flock to with visions of happily-ever-after gleaming in their eyes.
But she was a Winslow, and her family and his were sworn enemies, not that he had so far been able to summon up any real animosity toward her. Did this house, this property, mean enough to him that he would even consider marrying a Winslow?
He looked around the large room, taking in the purity of its architecture, the beauty of its furnishings. This was only one room. If the rest of the house lived up to its first impression, how could he turn his back and walk away? This was his family inheritance, the place of his birth. His parents, or so said Bridget, had been immensely happy here, and their bodies, as well as those of his grandparents and great-grandparents, were interred in a mausoleum somewhere on the property.
He had been robbed, cheated of his home by an unscrupulous Winslow who had preyed on a disconsolate, grieving man. For twelve years Beau had believed himself to be someone else, and for the past twenty-three years, two months, and six days he had been living only for the moment he would walk back into this house and claim it for his family, for the Remingtons.
Could he marry Rosalind Winslow in order to secure the house and estate grounds?
He could.
He would.
But he would have to be careful how he went about it ...
