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    A Wallflower Under the Mistletoe: Wallflowers and Rogue, #2
    A Wallflower Under the Mistletoe: Wallflowers and Rogue, #2
    A Wallflower Under the Mistletoe: Wallflowers and Rogue, #2
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    A Wallflower Under the Mistletoe: Wallflowers and Rogue, #2

    By Dawn Brower

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    Miss Agatha Cartwright isn't certain she believes in love. Her father blamed her for her mother's death and treated her terribly. Her life changed upon his death and the Duke of Wharton became her guardian. Suddenly she has a family, and with that a plethora of opportunities. It aslo makes her question everything...including the possibility of love.

    Roarke James, the Marquess of Huntington doesn't believe in love or happy-ever-after. He never expected to meet a woman that would challenge that belief. During a Christmastide house party, and with the magic of mistletoe, one wallflower makes him question everything, and perhaps consider love isn't so far-fetched after all.

    From the moment Agatha met Roarke she became drawn to him, but she's not sure what she truly wants. The marquess or the freedom to make her own choices. One kiss between them brings everything crashing down and they both have to make the biggest decision of their lives. Love or the freedom they both think they want.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDawn Brower
    Release dateDec 3, 2022
    ISBN9798201533311
    A Wallflower Under the Mistletoe: Wallflowers and Rogue, #2
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    Dawn Brower

    USA TODAY Bestselling author, DAWN BROWER writes both historical and contemporary romance.There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet.Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby and she loves all genres.For more information about upcoming releases or to contact Dawn Brower go to her website: authordawnbrower.com

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      A Wallflower Under the Mistletoe - Dawn Brower

      Prologue

      Miss Agatha Cartwright stared out the window watching snow fall from the sky. It had been snowing for several minutes, and a small white blanket had started to form on the cold ground. She turned away from the window and glanced around her tiny bedchamber. It was a sparse room. Her father, Baron Cartwright, had not believed in living frivolously. She had no creature comforts. Sometimes she thought she was lucky to have a blanket to keep her warm at night. If clothing hadn’t been a necessity that might have been denied to her too.

      This room spoke volumes about the lifestyle she’d had to live. There were not decorations filling the room. The walls were stark white, and the floor a polished wood that had seen better days. The floorboards were dark and needed to be replaced. Her bed was only big enough to fit her small frame. The blanket was a patchwork creation made from old clothes that could no longer be worn. She’d made it herself—so she supposed she wouldn’t have that if she hadn’t learned to sew with some of the ladies at the vicarage.

      Her mother had died in childbed. Agatha had never known her. Perhaps if she had lived there would have been more kindness in her life. Now at four and ten, she had to leave everything she’d known, but she supposed that might be for the best. Nothing in her home had been welcoming. The baron had never liked her, and didn’t keep those feelings to himself. He told her often that she was a worthless child that should have died with her mother that day.

      She feared he might end her life, and that he secretly hoped she take ill and die to save him the trouble. The irony was that happened to the baron instead. He caught a random fever and died less than a sennight later. Now she was an orphan, and had no one to see to her care. What would happen to her? She couldn’t stay in her home any longer. The new baron would take over the household soon and then she’d be homeless. He wouldn’t want to care of her…

      Agatha had always felt alone in the world. So this didn’t change much, but it still hurt to accept it. If she were older perhaps it wouldn’t terrify her as much. No, that was a lie. It would not matter what age she was, the unknown would always frighten her. She hated surprises, and she especially disliked not having any control in her life. She would find a way through this, and she made a vow to herself. One day she would do as she pleased and no one would ever tell her what to do again.

      Miss Agatha, a maid said from behind her.

      The servants had always been nice to her. They understood her better than anyone else had. Her father had treated them better than he ever did her. So they tried to make up for his horrid behavior. They couldn’t do much though. At least they never beat her. Yes, Beth? Agatha asked.

      There is a gentleman here to see you. She fidgeted in the doorway. A fancy one.

      Agatha pushed her eyebrows together. Who could possibly be there to see her? She didn’t socialize except at church or on the days her father forced her to volunteer with the poor. Did he tell you why he is here? or who he was?

      He didn’t, she said. He insisted on seeing you.

      She didn’t want to meet with him. Agatha had learned a long time ago that stalling the inevitable never solved anything though. It was best to get the unpleasantness out of the way and move forward. Where is he now?

      He’s in the blue salon, she said. Should I bring tea?

      Agatha shook her head. If they served refreshments the gentleman might stay longer than she wished him too. Besides she shouldn’t offer what didn’t truly belong to her. She had her clothes, and the quilt she’d sewn herself. Nothing else was hers. I do not believe that will be necessary. Agatha moved away from the window. I’ll see him now.

      Yes, miss, Beth said, then left her alone.

      She glanced out the window one last time, then left her bedchamber. There was no comfort in there anyway. She doubted she’d know comfort if it bit her. And what a thought that was… A bite would be unpleasant at best. What did that say about her that she’d compared comfort to it? That she had an acerbic view on life? She supposed she did.

      If she was going to meet with a fancy gentleman she should make herself presentable. She sat at her sitting table and squinted to check her appearance in the looking glass. It was small and cracked, but serviceable. Her dark hair was pinned back but a few strands had escaped the pins. She tucked them back into place. Dark circles rimmed her green eyes making the color pop against her pale skin.

      She didn’t look that attractive, but she never had. Agatha had put off this meeting long enough. She stood and left her bedchamber and headed toward the salon. A gentleman was indeed there waiting. He wore all black, from his breaches, to his waistcoat and jacket. His hair was dark too, and his eyes a similar shade as hers. She didn’t make much of that. Agatha had always favored her mother from what she’d been told. That was one of the reasons her father hated her. She reminded him of what he’d lost. Hello, my lord, she said and curtsied. What may I do for you?

      He frowned and glanced at her as if he were trying to understand her. His gaze met hers and he tilted his head to the side. Do you like living here? he asked.

      How was she to answer that? Should she speak the truth or tell him what most thought she should say? She chose to be honest. Not particularly. Why do you ask?

      He grinned. You’re cheeky, he said.

      She waited. Agatha had never spoken out of turn before. She expected a dressing down of some sort but none came. Should I act in a different manner? She was testing the man and didn’t understand why she felt as if she could.

      I expect you to be yourself, he said. But there are times when a person must be more circumspect. Do you know the difference?

      Agatha considered what he was asking her. Some social niceties should be observed, but not at the risk of destroying a part of myself.

      He nodded. I’ve come to take you home with me. I couldn’t before your father died, he began. He would never have allowed it, but I promised your mother I would always look after you. Until now I haven’t been able to keep that promise to her. I want to see it right.

      Why would you do that?

      Because your mother has always been important to me, he answered honestly. I’m the Duke of Wharton, and from this moment on I’ll be your guardian. I have a daughter and I wouldn’t want her to be left alone in the world. He waited a moment. You don’t have to live at my estate if you don’t wish to. I can make other arrangements if you prefer.

      He was a duke… He had to have an enormous estate. "Where would I

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