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A Match for Mother: A Regency Novella
A Match for Mother: A Regency Novella
A Match for Mother: A Regency Novella
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A Match for Mother: A Regency Novella

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  • Family

  • Love

  • Marriage

  • Parenting

  • Trust

  • Love Triangle

  • Forbidden Love

  • Marriage of Convenience

  • Childhood Friends to Lovers

  • Secret Identity

  • Love at First Sight

  • Class Differences

  • Second Chance at Love

  • Secret Love

  • Enemies to Lovers

  • Friendship

  • Class

  • Society

  • Romance

  • Childhood

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A marriage of convenience with the boy next door?

Widowed Cynthia Jacobs will do anything to support her three young sons, left impoverished by their father’s sudden demise. Anything, that is, but marry one-time suitor Daniel Lewiston. Cynthia’s family and Daniel’s conspired to match them up years ago, but Cynthia struggled to see the shy boy next door as the dashing husband of her dreams.

Wealthy Daniel Lewiston always admired the beautiful Cynthia, even knowing she’d never settle for him. But when her sons beg him to court her so he can be their father, his heart melts and Cynthia reconsiders. Perhaps what starts as a marriage of convenience for the boys can turn into something more, a true match for mother.

If you love warm, witty Regency romances, then you’ll love A Match for Mother, the final book, and novella, in The Marvelous Munroes series by an award-winning author.

“An entertaining, sweet Regency read.” Goodreads reviewer

Fall in love with this Regency novella today.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRegina Scott
Release dateApr 13, 2017
ISBN9781370418602
A Match for Mother: A Regency Novella
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Regina Scott

Regina Scott started writing novels in the third grade. Thankfully for literature as we know it, she didn’t actually sell her first novel until she had learned a bit more about writing. Since her first book was published in 1998, her stories have traveled the globe, with translations in many languages including Dutch, German, Italian, and Portuguese. She and her husband of over 25 years reside in southeast Washington State.

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    A Match for Mother - Regina Scott

    ~~~~~~

    A Match for Mother

    ~~~~~~

    By Regina Scott

    A Marvelous Munroes Novella

    Smashwords Edition

    © 1999 Regina Lundgren

    Originally published in 1999 by Zebra as Sweeter Than Candy

    Belgrave House e-Book 2009

    Edwards and Williams 2017

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    Praise for The Marvelous Munroes Series

    Warm, funny, and spirited. Affaire de Coeur

    I will always buy a book with Regina Scott’s name on it. Huntress Reviews

    To my mother, the proud owner of every Regina Scott novel ever written, published and unpublished; and to the Lord, for giving me a mother who loves and encourages me

    Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Dear Reader

    Sneak Peek: Never Doubt a Duke, Book 1 in the Fortune’s Brides Series

    About the Author

    Chapter One

    Panting, Daniel Lewiston heaved himself up the last two steps to the Kinsle terrace and collapsed onto the stone bench in delighted exhaustion. Voices, young and strident, echoed his name across the emerald lawn and set the swans to fluttering in the placid lake below. His best friend Jonathan Kinsle glanced up from his week-old copy of The London Times. I trust you’re enjoying this debacle?

    Despite the fact he could barely catch a breath, Daniel grinned. Immensely. He grabbed the crystal glass of lemonade Jonathan’s manservant had poured for him earlier and gulped the tart liquid down. That seemed to help the spasms in his chest. He really ought to see about getting more exercise if a brisk game of ball could so wind him. Refusing to allow his state to ruin a perfect summer’s day, he leaned back against the terrace balustrade and tried to pretend he didn’t notice the two small figures stealthily approaching the steps. You should join us.

    Jonathan reached out a languid hand to pick up his own china teacup and quirked a blond brow. Heaven forbid. I wouldn’t dream of spoiling your fun. Duck.

    Daniel bent over as a blue cloth ball sailed past the spot his head had been moments before. Someone cried out in vexation below, only to be quickly shushed. Daniel bent lower to retrieve the ball, wincing as his stomach protested the compression.

    Exercise more often and eat less.

    You might find you enjoy it, he chided his friend as he straightened. These nephews of yours are simply ingenious. He lobbed the ball over the top of the bushes and heard a quite satisfactory yelp of dismay.

    Entirely too ingenious, Jonathan muttered as the bushes shook with obvious plans for revenge. He flicked a displaced leaf from the otherwise immaculate sleeve of his dark blue coat. Seriously, if you hadn’t taken such a shine to them, I don’t know how we would have managed these last three weeks with Cynthia in London.

    Daniel ran a hand back through his already tousled brown hair and shifted his weight along the bench to the right. He heard the protest from the seat of his dun-colored trousers and felt the back of the bush snag on his own blue coat, which was far from immaculate. More exercise, less food, and a new tailor.

    It was no great burden, he assured Jonathan. I haven’t had this much fun in years. In fact, I can’t remember when I ever had this much fun. He shot to the left, and the ball neatly missed him again. Feeling a bit more satisfied with his performance, he bent to retrieve it.

    Jonathan chuckled. Yes, you were the most pitied boy in the neighborhood, growing up with all those sisters and a mother who was determined to protect you against any calamity, especially ones that were any fun.

    Daniel smiled as he rolled the soft cloth back and forth in his large hands. She was rather overprotective, God rest her soul.

    I’m only glad Cynthia has more sense, Jonathan said with a sigh. Although there are times I see the similarities between your mother and my sister. She seems to have kept the boys close, but I suppose that’s natural in a big city like Bristol and so near the docks. Can’t have been a very savory environment, if you take my meaning. It’s a shame our parents weren’t more willing to forgive Cynthia for her elopement. We might have been able to teach the boys some manners.

    Daniel shook his head at the reproof. They’re no worse than you were at that age, Johnny.

    Jonathan raised an eyebrow. I beg your pardon? I may have been an active child, but I don’t recall chasing our neighbor about the back lawn.

    That’s because your neighbors consisted of four fatherless girls and a boy who wasn’t even allowed to leave home for school. Keeping an eye out for his would-be attackers, he leaned closer to his friend. Although I understand from young John that Cynthia may be marrying again. I realize she most likely wants a father for them, but isn’t this a little soon? Their father has been dead less than six months.

    Jonathan shrugged, crossing long legs without so much as creasing his fawn-colored trousers. What would you have her do? He left them next to nothing, and she knows I’ll be hard-pressed to keep them. If this business with the Admiralty comes to naught, I’m not sure how we’ll get along unless she remarries. Mind you, I hadn’t heard her mention any gentleman in particular, but it wouldn’t surprise me. Cynthia may be past her prime, but she’s not bad looking.

    Spoken like a true brother, Daniel teased. With that honey-colored hair, violet eyes, and elegant carriage, your sister was always a diamond of the first water, and I can’t imagine a few years has changed that.

    A few hard years, Jonathan replied, voice as tart as the lemonade. Nathan Jacobs may have been a devoted husband and father whenever he happened to return from the sea, but he wasn’t a very good provider if I’m any judge of things. You might want to aim for that mulberry.

    Daniel rose casually, then twisted to hurl the ball into the bushes at the bottom of the terrace. A chorus of complaints rose in its wake. He gazed thoughtfully down at the quaking vegetation. Let’s talk no more about this with present company, eh, Johnny? He was their father, after all.

    Jonathan shook his head and reached once again for his tea. Never could stand to hear an unkind word said about anyone, could you? You even speak highly of Enoch McCreedy, and everyone knows what a tartar he is. Look how he beat Geoffrey Pentercast into submission. This tendency will come back to bite you one day, you see if it doesn’t. There are scoundrels in this world that deserve to be recognized.

    And there are three little boys who deserve to have a bit of fun, Daniel countered, a frown creasing his brow. Although, at the moment, I can only locate two of them.

    ~~~

    Cynthia Kinsle Jacobs shrugged out of her pelisse in the entry hall, bone weary of traveling and dejected by her failure. She caught a movement in the pier glass above the nearby hall table. She blinked, and the picture came into focus. Her oldest son was creeping through the sitting room toward to the door to the terrace, blue cloth ball clutched in one hand.

    John Wesley Jacobs, she barked from long practice, what are you doing?

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