It had been Lord Aldridge’s idea. When Cedrica first realized that he planned to pay the dowry he had promised, she voiced her decision to split it between buying care for her father and helping Marcel pay for the restaurant, but Aldridge advised her to think again. “The Grenfords owe Read more…
“She has been rather busy,” Barney Somerville commented. As a vicar, he felt it incumbent on him to be fair, anxious though he was to know how his story turned out. “She has retired, left her old house, spent months house-hunting, moved into her new house, and is now renovating.” Read more…
“It is not that Adrian disapproves of the man so much as he does not approve of the lengths I have gone to attempt to explain the situation to Nicholas. My brother feels that if the gentleman will not take the time to listen to my explanation, then he does Read more…
Grace watched the marquis in mild fascination, having never been on the receiving end of such a seduction, for lack of a better word. He seemed to be waiting for her response, but Grace could not find a reply. “The next step in this particular dance, Lady de Courtenay, is Read more…
Moriah linked arms with Grace, ushering her down the stairs. Upon seeing their fast descent, the butler quickened his stride to open the door. They practically ran toward Moriah’s carriage as the footman offered his hand to assist them. “What I have planned for us tonight is not something that Read more…
Before the day was over, the sons of the duchess had also arrived. Lord Aldridge had been expected, but Lord Jonathan Grenford was thought to be somewhere in Russia. His mama was delighted, of course, but if Lord Jonathan had not cheerfully pronounced himself willing to sleep on a trundle Read more…
All up and down the hall, doors closed, except one, which opened still further. Hannah let out a sigh of relief as she recognised the elegant individual who stepped into the hall, though she doubted he would know her from a bar of soap. He was Lord Chirbury’s cousin, and Read more…
“You are safe now,” Lord Aldridge assured her. Miss Winston turned glowing eyes Ralph’s way. “Thanks to Mr Stephenson.” She shot a quick glance at Lord Aldridge before allowing her eyes to be drawn back to Ralph. “My lord, did you say Mr Stephenson broke Lord Hitherton’s nose?” She was Read more…
She had not imagined such a result when she had written to the duke to beg a refuge for her father, his distant cousin, who was failing in health and confused in mind. Papa was an ill-paid country vicar with a lifetime habit of giving away whatever came into his Read more…
Eleanor had withdrawn to her private sitting room, driven there by His Grace’s shouting. Her son, the Marquis of Aldridge, was as angry as she had ever seen him, his face white and rigid and his eyes blazing, but he kept his voice low; had even warned the duke about Read more…