When the Duke of Marchbourne sees his prospective bride literally up a tree, he has no inkling of the life-changing relationship he is about to embark upon. All he thought was he was getting a bride to produce his heir. But Lady Charlotte Wylder, long away from the fripperies of London and allowed to run wild on the Welsh coast, has little interest in the intrigues of the capital. Unfortunately, there are some who have an interest in her. Funny, witty, nicely-plotted, with – on my own 1 (not much) to 5 (smokin’ hot) scale – sex scenes at a 2.5, and full of good humor, this romance should win you to Bradford’s series. A 4.