A Lady Most Lovely

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A Heart of Gold

Socialite Margaret Vaughn is the wealthiest heiress in London-or so everybody thinks. Saddled with debt left by her father, she agrees to marry a rich man who can save her family's estate. But when her fiancé turns out to be just another poor social climber, Margaret faces financial ruin-and social humiliation. Just when she thinks all is lost, she finds an unlikely angel in Tom Poole . . .

After amassing a fortune in the gold ...

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Overview

A Heart of Gold

Socialite Margaret Vaughn is the wealthiest heiress in London-or so everybody thinks. Saddled with debt left by her father, she agrees to marry a rich man who can save her family's estate. But when her fiancé turns out to be just another poor social climber, Margaret faces financial ruin-and social humiliation. Just when she thinks all is lost, she finds an unlikely angel in Tom Poole . . .

After amassing a fortune in the gold fields of Australia and surviving a harrowing shipwreck, Tom Poole is the toast of London society. Yet despite his newfound fame, he's never forgotten his own humble beginnings. When he learns of Margaret's plight, he offers her financial assistance-but his interest is not strictly business. Taken with her beauty and grace, the rugged adventurer wants nothing more than to win Margaret's heart. But can he convince the proper, refined lady that, despite their social differences, they are a match made in heaven?

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
★ 09/02/2013
Delamere follows An Heiress at Heart with an intense mid-Victorian Christmas story. Tom Poole returns to England after making his fortune in Australian gold mines and falls for Margaret Vaughn, an heiress engaged to another man. Margaret is living a lie: her deceased father left her estate in debt, and her fiancé’s wealth is a fabrication. When she breaks off her engagement, she agrees to borrow money from Tom, though she still thinks his self-made success is inferior to her heritage. Meanwhile, a man from Tom’s past threatens to destroy his future with Margaret. Fans of inspirational romance will appreciate subtle references to Tom’s Christian faith and the lack of explicit sex scenes, and the undercurrent of attraction between Margaret and Tom is a powerful force that keeps the story moving. (Oct.)
From the Publisher
"Engrossing and heartbreaking. An Heiress at Heart is poignant, profound and lovely."—USA Today's HEA blog

"This sweet and charming romance will touch your heart."
Sabrina Jeffries, New York Times Bestselling Author

"Jennifer Delamere sets a new standard in Victorian romance, with characters who shine and a plot that will keep you guessing."
Abby Gaines, author of The Earl's Mistaken Bride

"A sweetly rendered tale of discovery and forgiveness with a refreshing touch of innocence."
Cindy Holby, Bestselling author of Angel's End Cindy Holby, Bestselling author of Angel's End

USA Today's HEA blog
"Engrossing and heartbreaking. An Heiress at Heart is poignant, profound and lovely."
Sabrina Jeffries
"This sweet and charming romance will touch your heart."
Abby Gaines
"Jennifer Delamere sets a new standard in Victorian romance, with characters who shine and a plot that will keep you guessing."
Cindy Holby
"A sweetly rendered tale of discovery and forgiveness with a refreshing touch of innocence."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781455518968
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 9/24/2013
  • Series: Love's Grace Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 1,381,829
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

The youngest child of a Navy pilot and a journalist, Jennifer acquired a love of adventure and an excitement for learning that continues to this day. She's lived in three countries and traveled throughout the U.S. An avid reader of classics and historical fiction, she also enjoys biographies and histories, which she mines for the vivid details to bring to life the characters and places in her books. She resides with her husband in North Carolina--where, when not writing or dreaming up romantic adventures for her characters, she can be found fantasizing about her next ski trip or European vacation.

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A Lady Most Lovely


By Jennifer Delamere

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Delamere
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4555-1896-8



CHAPTER 1

London, August 1852


Aren't you the man who rode a horse twenty miles to shore after a shipwreck?"

Tom Poole grimaced in irritation. This had to be the twentieth time tonight that he'd been forced to answer some inane question. He turned to see who had addressed him.

The man looked about the same age as Tom, but he was much shorter and a good deal more rotund. His weak, watery eyes were focused on Tom with complete fascination. Apparently everyone in London had heard his story—or some wild, exaggerated version of it. Tom had been answering questions like this all evening, trying to set the record straight for dozens of questioners who had been buzzing around him like mosquitoes. "It was only seven miles," Tom told him pointedly. "And I didn't ride the horse."

With a vain hope that this would satisfy his inquisitor, Tom turned away. He no longer cared if his answers were too brusque. He'd done more than his share of socializing tonight, and in any case his real attention was elsewhere—held captive by the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

She was breathtaking—tall and stately, with every feature that Tom had always found desirous in a woman: gleaming dark brown hair, high cheekbones, and a full, sensuous mouth. A generous portion of her smooth, ivory skin was displayed to great advantage by the low-cut neckline of her emerald-green gown. Tom had spotted her the moment he'd come in. Although he'd been introduced to just about every other person in this overcrowded ballroom, somehow she had remained far away—unreachable, like a star or a distant planet.

Since no introductions had been forthcoming, Tom had decided to ask James Simpson who she was. James, who was the cousin of Tom's half sister Lizzie, was an affable roué who seemed to know everyone in London. Tom had been just about to ask him about the woman when they'd been interrupted.

James now looked askance at the man. "Carter, hasn't anyone told you to obtain an introduction before butting into a conversation?"

"Oh, I beg your pardon," Carter returned in an exaggerated tone, not looking the least bit contrite. He gave Tom a showy bow. "Bartholomew Carter, at your service."

Tom replied with a brief nod. Carter's lack of protocol revealed he was just like so many men Tom had met at this party: self-indulgent, self-important gentlemen who would not have given him the time of day before he'd left England. Now that good fortune in the Australian gold fields had elevated Tom from a poor farmhand to a wealthy man, he was suddenly on everyone's list of people worth knowing.

His sister Lizzie's social status had also risen dramatically. Last year she'd married a baron, and now she was Lady Somerville, a member of London's elite social circle. For her sake Tom had done his best to endure the lessons on deportment and all these irritating interactions that passed for conversation with the upper classes. He knew it was an unavoidable duty, given his new station in life, but his patience was growing short. Especially tonight. Tonight he wanted only to meet the woman who had kept him spellbound.

Once more Tom's gaze strayed in her direction. She'd spent much of the past hour speaking with a very slender, rather shy-looking young lady—one who might have been pretty, but whose features seemed to fade into her pale, peach-colored gown. On the surface these two women could not have appeared more different, yet they were chatting with the air of close friends. For some reason Tom found this intriguing. He'd seen plenty of so-called friendships that were nothing but two people pretending to like each other in order to gain some social advantage. Tom wondered if perhaps this one was genuine.

"You mean, you didn't ride to shore on a wild stallion?"

Wild stallion? With great effort, Tom turned back to Carter. "It's a Thoroughbred. A champion racehorse. Took first place three times at Homebush."

"That's not the way I heard it," Carter persisted. "I heard he could barely be contained in his stall during the voyage to England."

Tom frowned. "The horse is, understandably, leery of ships."

That wasn't the half of it, of course. It was a wonder the creature had survived the voyage at all, given its constant restlessness that verged on panic whenever the seas were rough. But now that the stallion was on dry land, it was easily controlled by any competent rider. But this information would be lost on Carter. No doubt the only time he got near a horse was when he placed his generous rump into a finely appointed carriage.

Irresistibly, Tom glanced at the woman again. She looked so poised, so cool and collected, as though she didn't realize that the horde of people in the room had sucked all the air out of it.

It was hot, and Tom's collar chafed. Every part of his attire, from his elaborately knotted cravat to his trim-fitting coat and trousers, was too confining. He was still adjusting to the sheer volume of clothing that custom dictated for gentlemen. In his humbler days he'd rarely needed more than a simple shirt and trousers. He tugged at his cravat in an attempt to loosen it, even though he could imagine the look of disapproval this would bring from his new valet. Stephens was not just a servant but a mentor. He was teaching Tom how to dress and how to allow others to do dozens of things for him that any man should be able to do for himself. Being waited on hand and foot chafed Tom even more than the cravat. He would never forget that hard work alone brought his success. He would never become like the buffoon who was still questioning him.

"What was it like to be captured by savages?" Carter prompted.

"The Aborigines didn't capture me," Tom said sharply. "They found me washed up on the beach, half dead. They took me to their camp and helped me recover."

This drew a look of disbelief from Carter. He evidently preferred to visualize Tom pinned down by the point of a spear. That alone illustrated the vast difference between them. Tom had lived for weeks among the Aborigines, but it was only now he'd returned to England that he found himself among a truly different race. He had been excited about returning to London—he'd always loved the energy of its noisy, foggy, bustling streets. But he was seeing a new side of the city now. He'd been dirtpoor when he'd left for Australia seven years ago. He had lived in parts of London that nobody in this room was aware even existed. Or at least, they did not acknowledge it if they did. He'd only seen these grand homes from the outside, only observed their inhabitants from a distance. Now he was one of them. Well, not exactly one of them. Perhaps among them would be a better way to describe it.

Despite his joy at being reunited with his sister, Tom had begun to question whether coming back had been a good idea. Only now, as he watched the statuesque brunette gracing the room with her sweeping gaze, did he think all his pains had been worth it. It had been a very long time since a woman had taken such complete hold of his attention. Longer than he could remember. He had to get James to introduce him. "James," he said, "who is that woman?"

James looked toward the place where Tom was indicating, but Carter cut him off before he could answer. "Tell me, Poole, is it true the Aborigine women walk around all day without a stitch of clothing?" His mouth widened into an ugly leer. "I should like to see that."

This remark swept away the last shred of Tom's patience. He took hold of Carter's coat, bringing the smug idiot close enough to sense his anger. "Do you think they are no better than animals? There are far worse savages in England, I assure you."

Carter's mouth actually fell open in shock. But then he collected himself and shook free of Tom's grasp, sputtering, "How dare you handle me like that, sir!" His right arm came up, as though he was foolishly considering taking Tom on—something that Tom, God help him, would have relished. His fists clenched, and he might actually have taken a swing if James had not stepped in and smoothly steered the man several steps away.

"Carter, you've plied Tom with quite enough questions," he admonished. "Why don't you go find the billiard room or something."

Carter straightened his coat. After throwing an icy glare at Tom, he turned and stalked off.

"Thank you for rescuing me from that fool," Tom said.

"I had the impression I was rescuing Carter from you," James countered with a smirk. "I could see you were ready to throttle him. Not that I would have blamed you. He is an insufferable bore."

Tom waved away James's well-meaning words. "No. It was my fault. I should not have allowed him to anger me. I should not have used force against him." He shook his head ruefully. "I keep forgetting all those things Lizzie has been trying to teach me. Not to mention—" He cut himself short.

James lifted an eyebrow. "Not to mention what?"

Again, Tom waved him off. "Never mind." There was no point trying to explain; James probably would not understand. Despite the multitude of resolutions Tom had made over the past year, there were still far too many times when he lost his temper. Why was it so hard for him to act with the patience he was supposed to have if he was truly a Christian?

"Forget about Carter," James said. "As far as I'm concerned, you acted admirably. I'm sure everyone else thinks so, too."

Startled, Tom looked around and realized what James was referring to. The gentlemen and ladies who had been standing nearby had apparently noticed his little run-in with Carter. Many were still staring at Tom, their expressions ranging from alarm to undisguised amusement. He had made a spectacle of himself.

Had she seen it? What would she think of him?

Tom looked quickly over to her. She may have been watching him, but it was impossible to tell. Her attention seemed to be focused on an old man with enormous whiskers who was kissing her hand. "James," he said, though his eyes never left the woman, "who is she?"

"I see you are determined to meet her," James said with an exaggerated sigh of resignation. "Well, come on then." He dove into the crowd, and Tom quickly fell in step with him. All around them, people moved aside and pretended to go back to their own conversations, although Tom still sensed that they were watching him.

"I'm surprised you should be interested in her," James remarked as they went.

"Really? Why shouldn't I?"

"Well, don't misunderstand me ... Miss Cardington is a very respectable young lady to be sure, but she's a bit ... bland. Sad to say, she's probably on a direct route to spinsterhood."

"Are you daft?" Tom exclaimed. "She's the most beautiful woman in the room!"

James paused, looked at Tom, and then followed his gaze back to the two women. "Oh, I beg your pardon. Were you referring to the lady in green?"

"Of course!" Tom replied, amazed that someone as astute as James could have misunderstood.

"Ah," said James. "Of course." He shook his head and gave an odd little smile, as though amused by some private joke. He started forward once more. "I told you about her before we arrived," James said as they skirted a small group of boisterous men who were on their way to the card room. "Miss Margaret Vaughn is the reason we're at this gathering. Well, half the reason. She's engaged to Paul Denault. Our host, the Duke of Edgerton, is Denault's uncle. He's throwing this party in their honor."

"Engaged?" Tom repeated.

The word came out as a gasp, and James gave him a curious glance. "She's quite beautiful, as you have noticed. She's also the wealthiest heiress in London. Inherited mountains of money when her father died two years ago. Denault is one happy man."

"Who is this Denault?" Tom demanded. "Surely not that old man!" he added in dismay, pointing to the old man with the prodigious whiskers who was still speaking with her.

"Oh, dear Lord, no," James said with a laugh. "Although he wishes he was her fiancé, I'm sure. That's Mr. Plimpton—a pillar of London society, and he'll be the first to tell you so."

"Where is Denault, then?" Tom said impatiently. During the past hour, he'd seen Miss Vaughn chat with scores of people, including those he pegged as would-be suitors. But he could have sworn she had not bestowed particular attention on any one man.

"Let me see ..." James scanned the room. "He's usually in the smoking rooms chatting up the barons of industry, unless he's entertaining the—ah! There he is." He pointed to a tall, sandy-haired man, impeccably dressed, who had a cohort of young ladies clustered around him.

"He has many admirers," Tom said drily.

"Oh, yes," James agreed. "Both Denault and the ladies agree that he is a very handsome man indeed."

But why wasn't he with Miss Vaughn? How could he possibly find other ladies more appealing? Remembering James's remark that she was an heiress he said, "Denault's marrying her for her money, then."

James shrugged. "I doubt it. He has plenty of his own."

"Inherited?" Tom figured that as the nephew of a duke, Denault was in that privileged class whose money was handed to them at birth. Tom was beginning to loathe that sort of man, for the simple fact that they all now loathed him.

"Not at all," James said, surprising him. "Denault's branch of the family is well connected, but not as wealthy as it once was. He made his fortune on investments in America. He is, as the Americans would say, 'a self-made man.' I suppose that's something you two have in common."

At that moment, Denault finally deigned to send a glance in Miss Vaughn's direction. As their eyes met, Denault gave her a smile and a look that seemed to say, All the world knows that I am yours—and you are mine. When Miss Vaughn serenely returned her fiancé's smile, an irrational jealousy wrapped itself around Tom's heart. He and Denault shared something much greater than business sense, that was certain.

"Do you still wish to meet her?" James asked.

"Yes," Tom said resolutely. Even knowing she was engaged could not curb his desire to speak to her.

She had taken note of their approach. Tom was sure of it. He could tell by a subtle shift in her posture, an extra alertness in his direction, even as she kept her eyes fixed on Plimpton. He felt a surge of excitement at this realization. Suddenly he was far too conscious of his tight collar, his heavily starched shirt, and his overpolished boots. In fact, everything he had on was foreign to him. He told himself this must be the reason why he felt as though he were moving through heavy sand.

They were stopped by Denault, who broke away from his little group of admirers and strode over to intercept them. "Simpson!" he said warmly, holding out his hand.

While James returned the greeting, Tom watched as Miss Vaughn excused herself from Miss Cardington and Mr. Plimpton and came to join her fiancé. Now that she was so close, Tom found he could hardly breathe. He marveled at her flawless features. Her eyes were deep green—nearly the same shade as her gown—and rimmed in the center with yellow gold. They studied him with cool interest.

"I'd like to introduce you to my cousin," James said. "This is Mr. Thomas Poole."

"Tom," he corrected. "Just Tom."

One of Miss Vaughn's delicate eyebrows lifted a fraction, but she said nothing.

"Tom Poole?" Denault repeated. "The man who made a fortune in the gold mines?"

News traveled fast among London's elite. Faster than the wildfires in Victoria. "You've heard of me."

"Heard?" Denault echoed. "You might buy and sell the Crown now; that's what I've heard. You're a lucky man."

There was admiration in his eyes—and avarice as well. Tom had seen it in plenty of people, from the poor ex-convict gold miners in Australia to the highborn folk in England. That look always put Tom on his guard. He'd seen how dangerous men could be when driven by greed. He also knew what hypocrisy it bred. The upper classes might abuse him behind his back for his lowly origins, but to his face they could only compliment him for having so much money. "It was a lot of work," Tom pointed out. "The gold don't mine itself."


(Continues...)

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  • Posted November 1, 2013

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    Tom Poole is a refreshing hero who believes in working for his m

    Tom Poole is a refreshing hero who believes in working for his money but his new found riches lead him to spend time in a society that doesn’t necessarily hold the same beliefs. Tom instantly becomes enamored of the toast of the town, the lovely Margaret Vaughn. Maggie is a socialite heiress engaged to a wealthy gentleman when Tom first becomes acquainted with her and I must say I had a difficult time understanding why he so easily fell for her beyond her physical attributes. I felt she got what she deserved when the farce with her fiancee was revealed. The supporting characters were engaging and even though I did not read the first book it did not hinder my ability to follow the story line If a sweet historical romance with strong Christian nuances is your cup of tea I think this will be an enjoyable read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2013

    Well written romance with religous overtones

    I thought this was a good romance but was much distracted by the biblical references very often made by our hero. Unfortunately, as I am not religous these references took away from my enjoyment of the story. This is more a personal feeling than a slight to the author's talent. However, if I had known that the hero's Christianity would be featured I would not have made this purchase. If it's not an issue for you I think you'll like the story. Hope this helps others like me though...

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    Posted September 28, 2013

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    blah, that's the best i can say.

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