Mad With Love (Properly Spanked Legacy #3) Read Online Annabel Joseph

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Historical Fiction Tags Authors: Series: Properly Spanked Legacy Series by Annabel Joseph
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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“Not really. Not yet. No.”

“You must look about at the Warrens’ ball, then. There’s no hurry, of course. Next season shall be your season, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps.” She bit her lip, scanning the park with all its glittering, socializing denizens. “I wish to go by my heart, as you did. I hope I’ll be drawn to the right person, you know? I hope that someone will just…appear.”

“I see. You are hoping the fates will engineer an encounter, as the poetry books say.”

Elizabeth laughed and blushed at the same time. “It’s hard to say when it shall happen for me, or how. I wish to be as content as you are, Ros. You are glowing. If any of these gossips wish to talk about you, they must also talk about how blissful you seem.”

“He makes me blissful,” she said, smiling back at her dark-haired friend.

“He seems a very good man. The matrons of society whispered about his unsuitability, that he’d never wish to settle down, and here you’ve tamed him in one season.”

Rosalind looked back to Brittingham to find him frowning at her. “Let’s go in another direction, shall we?”

“Indeed. Let’s go back to your new home and visit together and have some tea and biscuits. I’ve never been beyond the parlor in Marlow’s town house. It looks grand from the outside; I’d love to see the rest of it.”

“Yes, that sounds fun. I shall give you a tour since I’ve barely explored the house myself. Did you know we’re going to have a house party at Maitland Glen this fall? I’m sure you and your parents must come, and Wescott and Ophelia and the baby. Perhaps Ophelia will sing for us with her angelic voice.”

“Oh, that would be grand. Yes, I’m sure we’ll all be desperate to come. Maitland Glen is so charming.”

They returned to her husband’s town house, deciding on the way that it needed its own name, as some of the grandest homes in town had names like Sundridge Crescent, Ellington Gardens, or Arlington House, her friend’s home in Berkeley Street.

“You ought to call it the Tiger’s Den,” Elizabeth suggested. “Now you’ve tamed the tiger who lives inside it.”

Rosalind laughed. “It’s not a very wild house, like a tiger’s den. It’s stately inside.”

“The Tiger’s Stately Showplace?”

“Too much of a mouthful,” Rosalind protested. “And we both agree we’re done with being wild. It needs a sedate name. Marlow Meadows.”

“Marlow Meadows?” Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. “Are there meadows?”

“There is a pretty garden out back.”

“Marlow Gardens. No, that sounds like a pensioner’s hotel in Bath. I still prefer the Tiger’s Den. Oh, there is your tiger now.”

As they rode into the stable yard, Marlow greeted them and came to lift them from their horses. He set Elizabeth down first with exquisite gentility, then lifted Rosalind and set her down with a close embrace and stolen kiss. Rosalind blushed as Elizabeth grinned at them.

“Welcome to our home,” said Marlow to Elizabeth.

“It’s been christened the Tiger’s Den,” she informed him.

“If you say so,” he answered, barely raising a brow. “Have you ladies been out riding already?”

“We went to Hyde Park,” Rosalind said.

Marlow searched her face as if to gauge the reactions she’d received there.

“No one was outwardly rude,” she assured him, “though I noticed a few curious glances. The only one who scowled, really, was Lord Brittingham.”

“Lord Brittingham had no claim to you prior to our engagement, so he can scowl all he likes. Though I can’t blame him,” he said, leading them across the side courtyard into the house. “I’d have scowled if you went to him. Will you stay for luncheon?” he asked Elizabeth. “We’d love if you would.”

“Mama says I must not be a nuisance to you, since you’re newlyweds.”

“You could never be a nuisance. Of course you shall stay.”

“Thank you,” said Elizabeth. “And I probably wasn’t supposed to repeat what Mama said. She whispered it a bit, like it was a secret.”

Marlow chuckled and went ahead of them while Rosalind walked arm in arm with her friend.

“Goodness,” Elizabeth said softly. “He’s so much like a husband now, isn’t he? So handsome as well. He always was, I just never thought of him in that manner. I can’t believe he sold his hair for you.” She sighed. “Now that is the stuff of love poems.”

“He is the very stuff of love poems,” she agreed, staring ahead at him. She had doubted it once, a short while in the beginning, but she wouldn’t tell Elizabeth that part of the story either. There were some things, some delicious, secret things, between her and Marlow that no one else should probably ever know.

Chapter Sixteen

A Naughty, Perfect Wife

Marlow sprawled in a tufted chair in Rosalind’s dressing room. He did not belong here. It was a woman’s space, a private place most husbands would fear to tread, but he could not stay away. She was so beautiful, so elegant she stole his breath.


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