A Runaway Bride for the Earl (Lords in Waiting 4)

“Molly Granger talks too much, lies far too badly, and has just climbed out of her bedroom window in the dead of night to escape a wedding she never agreed to.”

Her father’s debts have a price, and that price is Molly, promised to Lord Vyne, a cold, watchful man of one-and-sixty whose first wife died young, under whispers the servants fall silent to repeat.

So Molly does the only brave, foolish thing left to her: she runs.

With a hastily packed bag, a turned ankle, a single silk evening shoe, and a plan that consists entirely of the word west.

Cillian Swifton, the Earl of Harrowden, came back from the war hollow. Two years of silence and duty have nearly worn him down to paper and signature, until his frantic neighbour begs him to find a runaway girl before the scandal ruins them all.

He finds her in Bath. He means to bring her home.

He does not, somehow, manage to do it.

Because Molly fills a room the way light fills a window, and for the first time since he buried the man he used to be, something stirs in the careful quiet Cillian has made of his life.

The longer he lingers, the harder it becomes to hand her back to her father, and to the man waiting with patient, pitiless eyes.

But Lord Vyne does not surrender what he believes he owns. And protecting Molly will cost Cillian the one thing he swore never to risk again… his heart.

A tender, clean Regency romance of a runaway girl who talks too much and a hollowed-out soldier who never expected to laugh again. Standalone, with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

Perfect for readers who love runaway brides, brooding war heroes, forced proximity, and a grumpy-sunshine slow burn.

No cheating. No cliffhangers. Just a warm, deeply satisfying happily ever after.