Several days after her arrival in London, Sophia followed the liveried footman through the ornate splendour of Haverford House paying little attention to the treasures around her. What could Her Grace mean by the cryptic comment in her note of invitation? I have someone for you to meet and a Read more…
Eleanor, the Duchess of Haverford, looked around with interest at Miss Clemens’ Oxford Street Book Palace and Tea Rooms. Long ago, in the early miserable days of her marriage, one of Haverford’s elderly aunts had told her to always look for the silver lining. Aldridge had been born later that Read more…
The sun was setting on Saturday evening, and Rede was beside himself with frustration, before the Duchess of Haverford’s coach was finally seen tooling up the road to the castle. He was waiting when she entered the front door, and she greeted him with pleasure. “Rede, darling. What a lovely Read more…
Auberon Fitzgrenford is steward of the estate at Haverford Castle, responsible for everything that happens outside of the castle, and Aldridge’s trusted deputy inside the castle when the housekeeper or the butler are unable to make a decision within their respective spheres. Auberon’s father Evander Fitzgrenford was the son of Read more…
He lifted her tingling hands and placed a lingering kiss in first one palm, then the other. “May I help you off with your pelisse?” She nodded again, and then grasped her courage and told him, “If I can help you with your coat.” He pressed his next kiss to Read more…
Aldridge came to Charlotte to solicit a dance. She had not seen him for months; not since he left London for Haverford Castle, but the old uncomfortable feelings rose stronger than ever. And when he bowed over her hand in greeting, a powerful tingle ran from the fingers he touched Read more…
The Duke of Haverford was gone, leaving behind only a monster, grotesque in body and mind—what could be seen of him between the bands of cloth that wrapped him to the bed on which he lay. “You keep him bound all the time?” Aldridge asked the nurses—or warders might be Read more…
The Winshire mansion was closer to Westminster than Haverford House, and away from the river. At first, Aldridge was able to gallop, but he took a shortcut through Hyde Park. On the other side, he met the clutter of morning traffic, and had to drop his pair to a walk. Read more…
Aldridge left them talking and crossed to a chair near Lady Charlotte’s window seat. “Will your family object to my mama coming to visit Tony? I would suggest taking him back to my place, but I don’t think he should be moved until the bones have started to knit.” “He Read more…
Charlotte’s eyes widened as she entered the drawing room. Aldridge’s hair had been trimmed so close to his scalp that, fair as he was, it was near invisible. “Lord Aldridge. I didn’t expect you after I heard of your injury. Should you not be resting?” He smiled and bowed. Even Read more…