Vanessa

Mr. Quentin Travers was neither a duke nor an earl; he was not a baron or a knight. But he owned a fair amount of land and had a substantial amount of money. His widowed stepmother, Mrs. Travers, expected him to marry and was not above using her matchmaking skills to see that the deed was done. Hence, the problem, and why he went into hiding.

He had arrived home only to find another mama and daughter waiting to meet him. With the assistance of his half-sister, Caroline, he managed to leave sight unseen. And he made it as far as the local village and secured a room with instructions that his well-meaning relative was kept unaware. At the same time Vanessa Hartland was arguing with a coachman to release their luggage and assist her sickly sister, Helen, into the inn; she was in the middle of a severe asthma attack. In lieu of the man's rudeness, Mr. Travers came to her rescue. What began as a plea for help became a tampered mission to win over someone who would love Quentin for himself. With the help of two terriers and a poodle, a parrot and some magpies, a needy friend and his mistress, a happy-go-lucky sister and a touchy innkeeper and his wife, what could go wrong? One word: plenty.