Will this disheveled runaway…
Become the diamond of the Season?
When the Marquess of Cheswick—Wick—takes in a mysterious woman, he’s shocked to discover she is Lady Louisa, an heiress who’s escaped her cruel aunt! Grieving the loss of two siblings, Wick avoids opening his heart to anyone else and stays away from the marriage mart. But when Louisa needs a husband in order to claim her inheritance, Wick’s determined to help—even if it means stepping back into his worst nightmare: the Season!
From Harlequin Historical: Your romantic escape to the past.
- Publisher : Harlequin Historical (February 21, 2023)
- Genre: Regency Romance
- Language : English
- Mass Market Paperback : 288 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1335723765
****I received a complimentary book from publishers, publicists, book tours, and or authors. A review was not required and all opinions and ideas expressed are my own.****
Samantha Hastings met her husband in a turkey sandwich line. They live in Salt Lake City, Utah, where she spends most of her time reading, eating popcorn, having tea parties, and chasing her four kids. She has degrees from Brigham Young University, University of North Texas, and University of Reading (UK). She writes cozy murder mysteries under Samantha Larsen.
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The Marquess and the Runaway Lady
‘She’s not Miss Nemo anymore, Wick,’ Becca said, not bothering to look up from her kitten. ‘She’s Lady Louisa.’
He blinked at Louisa twice, before taking a step towards her. ‘You’re Lady Louisa Bracken, daughter of the late Earl of Rockingham of Greystone Hall?’
His tone held scorn and her heart plummeted in her chest. Her title and true name meant something to him.
There was no point in denying the truth. Eventually, she would have had to tell the Marquess and his sisters her true name anyway if they were to help her find her Uncle Laybourne and the trustees named in her father’s will. She would need those trustees to access her inheritance and have her London season. Besides, she trusted them. Even Lord Cheswick, who had eyed her with suspicion once he’d realised that she wasn’t a governess. And made her feel hot and breathless and full of an unknown want…
‘I am… How—how did you know my name?’
His lips turned into a sneer. ‘I was unfortunately acquainted with Lord Barnabas Bracken before he was sent down from Oxford because of his gambling debts.’
Louisa touched her hot cheeks. It did not sound as if Wick was fond of her cousin. Not that she liked him either. He was a toad.
Becca cleared her throat. ‘The villain enters the scene and the plot thickens!’
‘Yes!’ Helen’s eyes grew wide. ‘Is he trying to marry you against your will so that he can steal your fortune?’
‘I daresay you’re an heiress?’ added Frederica.
Louisa swayed on her feet and held a hand against her stomach. She couldn’t quite believe that the Stringham sisters had guessed her true circumstances. It was so unlikely. Almost unbelievable.
‘How many times do I have to tell you?’ Lord Cheswick said dismissively. ‘She isn’t the heroine in a gothic novel and you should call her Lady Louisa.’
Frederica tickled her kitten under his chin. ‘And you should read more of them and then you’d know that a delicately nurtured young lady only flees her family home when she is being forced into a distasteful marriage. And why else would her evil aunt try to make her marry her bad cousin unless she was an heiress?’
‘It’s entirely obvious,’ Helen said, lifting her chin defiantly.
Huffing, Lord Cheswick turned his eyes from his sisters to her. ‘Is it true?’
Louisa felt so mortified that she would have been happily swallowed up by floor. She’d hoped that when she told him the truth of her identity the Marquess would show her the same kindness he demonstrated with his sisters.
‘I don’t blame you for not wanting to marry Lord Barnabas,’ he said, looking at her closely, his voice softening. ‘He’s a rum touch. But why did you not appeal to your other relatives? Surely there is someone in your family who would help you?’
She wasn’t precisely sure what a ‘rum touch’ was, but by the tone of his voice, Louisa was certain that her cousin was one. She rubbed at her forehead. ‘I was trying to seek refuge with my uncle, the Canon of Sherborne, when you found me on the road and mistook me for your governess.’
‘Then why the secrecy with your name? And why did you not wish to continue to find him this morning? I told you I would have provided you with a carriage and a proper escort.’
Louisa lowered her head, unable to meet his disapproving eyes. ‘I am so sorry, my lord,’ she whispered, her hands fidgeting against her gown. ‘I should have left. Only, I feared being returned to my Aunt and Uncle Rockingham. The servants at Greystone Hall helped me escape and I don’t wish for them to get into trouble.’
‘Are Lord and Lady Rockingham your guardians?’ he asked.
Still gazing down, she shook her head. ‘Not anymore. I am turned one-and-twenty. They have never allowed me a season. And in the nearly eleven years they have been my guardians they have only permitted me to leave the estate to attend church. I have so longed for a season, and for an opportunity to be presented to the Queen.’
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