Aldridge sent his footmen home. “Get some food into you then sleep,” he told them. “Tell Richards I’ve given you the rest of the day off.” “I will do myself the honour of escorting you to Winderfield House, my lady,” he told Lady Charlotte. She put her chin up, her Read more…
Standing in his doorway, her lips pressed into a tight line and her face white except for two spots of high colour on her cheekbones, was the woman of his fondest dreams. And she didn’t look happy to be there. A cold breeze down below warned him that his hastily-donned Read more…
1807, Somerset “Mathematics is truth,” the girl told Aldridge, her thin face glowing with passion. “It is beauty. The world is patterns of logic and shapes, and the task of mathematicians is to understand those patterns, Lord Aldridge.” Aldridge was drunk, but not so much that he didn’t know he Read more…
She shook her head again. “I have been dreaming about kisses. Not the ones forced on a person, but kisses a woman participates in. I have had the pecks you have given me, and they were pleasant. But I never wanted anything else. The kisses I have glimpsed from time Read more…
For many years, the exploits of the Merry Marquis of Aldridge enlivened discussion whenever gentlemen gathered over a brandy or a game of cards. Those of a delicate mind might think the ladies above such matters as discussing his activities amongst themselves. One would be wrong. Indeed, much of the Read more…
Aldridge shouted at a man who was lounging against a wall. “You there?!” The man spat a stream of yellow coloured bile into the street and sneered. A coin appeared between Aldridge’s fingers and disappeared as quickly. “I am the Marquis of Aldridge and I am giving you two options. Read more…
Have the Winderfield twins fallen at last from Society’s highest pedestal? Or, were they undeserving of such regard from the first? Dear reader, your faithful correspondent has known the two beauties since their debut. They have always been the focus of attention, being nieces of the current Duke of Winshire Read more…
Trevor’s gaze followed her until she disappeared around a turn in the staircase. She had smiled, like the Percy he had known of old. Not just now, but in the carriage. And she had been positively beautiful when describing what had been done, what was being done, what needed to Read more…
Adrian began making his way in the direction of his sister Miranda who was standing with the Marquis of Aldridge. Grace had told Adrian what had happened between their sister and the marquis and his brother. Adrian could never condone the methods they used to teach Miranda a well-deserved lesson. Read more…
Celia once more searched out the face that had haunted her every moment since she first laid eyes upon him months ago at Hollystone Hall. Was it just a coincidence when their eyes met from across the room? Coincidence that he missed a step while he attempted to keep his Read more…