Come Love, Come Hope — Iris Bromige

Was love to be part of her destiny?

"So this is the orge I've heard about," thought Clare. Garth Melrose was younger than she'd imagined but just as forbidding. His mouth was pulled into a grim line and his square jaw jutted stubbornly.

Clare knew little about him, except that he owned a small business in the country and was a widower with a young daughter. And little did she know that in a few weeks circumstances would make her governess to Garth Melrose's daughter, the object of his possessive sister's jealousy, and a pawn in his brother-in-law's game....