The Marquis of Aldridge is the eldest son of the Duke and Duchess of Haverford. Formerly a rake, he continues to use his reputation to hold matchmakers at bay
I love talking about my creative process, at least in part because it is a mystery to me. Some people have asked about how I created the Marquis of Aldridge. Here’s his very first appearance on a page, in my historical mystery/romance Revealed in Mist. David Wakefield, base-born son of Read more…
1810 The Marquis of Aldridge was sitting over a glass of brandy in the private parlour of an exclusive inn half-way between Margate and London. The letter in his hand sent his strongly arched brows plunging towards one another in a frown. His latest meeting with his father, the Duke Read more…
Haverford Castle, East Kent, 1784 The Duke of Haverford did not bother with greetings or enquiries about Eleanor’s health. He flung open the door without knocking and marched into Eleanor’s sitting room, saying, “What is it, duchess? I have a great deal to do today.” Inwardly, Eleanor quailed as he 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…
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…