The Welshman's Bride

The Welshman's Bride
Margaret Moore

THE LADY GENEVIEVE WAS IN DESPERATE NEED OF RESCUE So much so that even Welsh charmer Dylan DeLanyea looked like the answer to her prayers. But as she took her solemn vows before the exalted guests, she could only hope that her handsome husband would someday forgive her for trapping him into a hasty wedding.Dylan's Lady wife was a woman of many talents. Indeed, his unplanned marriage to the beautiful chatelaine was turning out to be very pleasant indeed… and definitely more passionate than he had ever dreamed!

“I will kill you!” (#uff6919b3-31c5-5ae2-af66-9f025cc981b4)Letter to Reader (#u6fce08ad-f0b5-5b8a-97e9-8a0714349e51)Title Page (#u9b5704a6-c0a1-5043-80bc-16ba286ff2a1)About the Author (#u47e276d1-bfed-59e5-ab79-cef902ea1d79)Dedication (#uc1e272de-4c4e-5cd3-a2e7-6924e6f30078)Chapter One (#uf21c079b-fd43-55cd-89cf-dd67893c38d3)Chapter Two (#u74ea3cdd-51f8-5e43-afe7-7a8c860161d0)Chapter Three (#u136516f6-af49-5fa2-994e-7769c771a585)Chapter Four (#u7ecf847e-2450-5e24-9fc0-0eec772f85c5)Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

“I will kill you!”

Still half-asleep and completely naked, Dylan rolled over and stared at the enraged Lord Perronet at the door of his bedchamber.

The man’s face was as red as a cherry and—most surprising of all—he was fumbling for the sword at his side.

Now wide-awake, Dylan reached for his own weapon, which should have been beside his bed. He halted in stunned shock as his hand encountered an unexpected mound.

That moved.

“Uncle?” Genevieve Perronet said as she sat up, holding the coverings over herself.

It was obvious that beneath those coverings she was as naked as he.

“I’m going to kill you for what you’ve done!”

Lord Perronet roared, finally succeeding in drawing his sword.

Dylan leapt from the bed, searching frantically for his weapon.

What had he done with it last night?

What had he done last night, period!

Dear Reader,

Entertainment. Escape. Fantasy. These three words describe the heart of Harlequin Historical novels. If you want compelling, emotional stories by some of the best writers in the field, look no further.

After recently publishing her first mainstream historical romance for Avon Books, award-winning author Margaret Moore returns this month with a terrific “opposites attract” story, The Welshman’s Bride. Part of Margaret’s ongoing WARRIOR SERIES, this is the tale of a roguish Welsh nobleman who must many a shy chatelaine after the two are caught in a compromising situation. Don’t miss the humor and passion as they learn to appreciate their differences and fall in love!

Hunter of My Heart is a fresh and exciting Regency by talented newcomer Janet Kendall featuring two Scottish nobles who are bribed into marrying to protect their past secrets. And be sure to look for Laurie Grant’s final DEVLIN BROTHERS book, Maggie and the Maverick, about two wounded souls who share friendship and love under Texas skies.

Rounding out the month is The Unlikely Wife by Cassandra Austin, an author known for her stories of emotion and drama. Here, the flirty Rebecca Huntington is truly an unlikely wife—until officer and gentleman Clark Forester shows her what the love of a good man can do!

Whatever your tastes in reading, you’ll be sure to find a romantic journey back to the past between the covers of a Harlequin Historical

novel.

Sincerely,

Tracy Farrell

Senior Editor

Please address questions and book requests to:

Harlequin Reader Service

U.S. 3010 Walden Ave., P.O. Box 1325, Buffalo, NY 14269

Canadian: P.O. Box 609, Fort Erie, Ont L2A 5X3

The Welshman’s Bride

Margaret Moore

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

MARGARET MOORE

Award-winning author Margaret Moore began her career at the age of eight, when she and a friend concocted stories featuring a lovely damsel and a handsome, misunderstood thief nicknamed “The Red Sheik.”

Unknowingly pursuing her destiny, Margaret graduated with distinction from the University of Toronto with a Bachelor of Arts degree. She has been a Leading Wren in the Royal Canadian Naval Reserve, an award-winning public speaker, a member of an archery team, and a student of fencing and ballroom dancing. She has also worked for every major department store chain in Canada.

Margaret sold her first historical romance, A WARRIOR’ S HEART, to Harlequin Historicals in 1991. She has recently completed her eighteenth novel for Harlequin. Margaret lives in Toronto with her husband, two children and two cats.

With thanks to “the Fam,” for their witty repartée

and help with the housework.

Chapter One

“Don’t be daft!” Dylan DeLanyea exclaimed with a roguish grin as he regarded his unsmiling cousin.

His head cradled in his hands, his feet crossed at the ankles, Dylan lay upon the large bed in the chamber made over to his use while he visited his uncle at the castle of Craig Fawr. “Not serious, me, and she knows it. You could have saved yourself some trouble and stayed in the hall with your wife.”

“How can you be so sure what she thinks?” Griffydd demanded, his arms folded over his broad, muscular chest. “If I did not know you well, I would think you were wooing Genevieve Perronet with marriage in mind.”

Dylan shook his head, his eyes twinkling merrily. “Everybody knows I’m not ready to be married, and I’m too young, besides.”

“Not ready, maybe—but you’re older than I am,” the newly wedded Griffydd reminded him.

“Just because you’ve got yourself a wife doesn’t mean everybody thinks of marriage. I was only enjoying the young lady’s company.”

“Lady Genevieve Perronet is already betrothed.”

“There, then!” Dylan cried triumphantly, shifting to a sitting position. “She can’t think I’m serious.”

“People have broken their betrothals before this, and I hear you’ve been doing a little more than talking to her,” Griffydd said, looking at Dylan with grim intensity.

Dylan flushed. “A few chaste kisses hardly count as trying to break a betrothal,” he replied, wondering if one of the nosy castle servants had seen him with her and gossiped.

“For you, perhaps. It could be Genevieve Perronet thinks differently. She has led a very sheltered life with Lady Katherine.”