Miranda glanced between the pair. This was not exactly how she thought this conversation would be leading. Perhaps, if she could just get the marquis alone for a moment, she might still be able to get him to offer for her. Surely he would be swept away by her beauty Read more…
In Holly and Hopeful Hearts, Caroline’s hero attends house party hosted by Her Grace, the Duchess of Haverford. He’s grateful for Aldridge’s support more than once! *** Seated far from Esther, he had no opportunity to talk to her, not that dinner would have allowed him to press his case. 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…
Eleanor had withdrawn to her private sitting room, driven there by His Grace’s shouting.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…
