An earl and an artist walk into a bar, and the barman says—never mind. They’re in a church, and they’re married now. Oops. My name is Evangeline Astley, and the only thing you need to know about me is that I never imagined this was how my life would go. I was supposed to devote all my time to painting gorgeous things to eventually open my own art gallery. Instead, I spent it all trying to sell my art to save my parents’ hotel. Cue the Earl of Anglesey and his not-so-stunning idea. Matthew Bennett needs an heir to the…
I read. And quilt. A lot.