London (Highlander Unbound) sets this convincing tale of romance and intrigue in the early 1800s, an obscure period of strife in the English monarchy. Nathan Grey, the Earl of Lindsey, lost himself in liquor and debauchery after the death of his infant son, while his wife, Evelyn, abandoned their loving but superficial marriage and began flirting with another peer. Three years later, when Nathan learns that Evelyn could be named in Princess Caroline's infamous "Book of Scandal," he kidnaps her from court, pretending they've reconciled. Nathan's attempt to guard the family's reputation soon blossoms into a genuine desire to rebuild their marriage, but Evelyn resists. Meddling by servants and both sets of parents provides needed backstory and also unites the couple against their "helpful" interference. The only sour note is Nathan's insistence that Evelyn apologize for adulterous thoughts that pale compared to his unabashed actions. Despite the confusing court scandals, this reunion story is mostly a joy. (Sept.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
The Book of Scandalby Julia London
Nathan Grey, the Earl of Lindsey, is infamously known as the Libertine of Lindsey for his scandalous ways with women. But when he hears gossip that his estranged wife, Evelyn, is about to be named in The Book of Scandal, he has no choice but to remove her from London to protect her and himself from charges of treason even if it calls for abduction!/i>
Nathan Grey, the Earl of Lindsey, is infamously known as the Libertine of Lindsey for his scandalous ways with women. But when he hears gossip that his estranged wife, Evelyn, is about to be named in The Book of Scandal, he has no choice but to remove her from London to protect her and himself from charges of treason even if it calls for abduction! While Evelyn has no legal recourse against the man who broke her heart years ago but is still considered her lord and master, she is no longer the immature girl Nathan married. Her enforced homecoming quickly turns into a battle of wills that tears down her husband's defenses and lays bare the passion that still burns between them. Before it is too late, Nathan must confront powerful adversaries as he convinces Evelyn that she is not only his wife, but the one woman he will love for all time.
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The remains of the abbey at Eastchurch sat upon one of the rolling green hills of the Cotswolds in Gloucestershire, England. Judging from the breadth of the foundation it had been quite a large abbey, but all that remained was a few walls, a stairwell that led to nothing, and heaps of rubble. Only sheep and cattle inhabited the abbey now, but one could imagine what it looked like when the hills had been dotted by white-robed monks working in the fields.
The abbey was emptied along with dozens of others in the sixteenth century, when Henry VIII broke from the Catholic Church, and its lands were leased to the king's friend, Lord Lindsey, for only a few shillings per annum for as long as the Lindsey heirs survived. The abbey itself fell into ruin.
Yet it was not the ruins that were noted by denizens and visitors to the shire, but the house down the hill, a large, sprawling mansion situated in a dell, with a river and hills at its back, and fields and forests flanking it. It had been built sixty years ago with the grand confidence of a new earl.
Nor was it the mansion's neoclassical architecture, the style favored by the venerable John Soane, or the mansion's grounds, which were designed by the equally venerable Capability Brown, that captured the attention of people in the shire.
It was what went on inside.
Grayson Christopher had heard rumors in the last few years, and he heard them again at the public house where he'd stopped for a pint, having ridden all night from London to reach the abbey.
"You'll not find your sort there," the innkeeper told him as he placed the ale before him. "Not a fine lord like yourself, sir. There's naught but women and drink at the abbey."
Grayson smiled a little. "I have been known to enjoy women and drink, sir."
"Aye, milord, but I'd wager not that sort of woman. Or that sort of drink, really. The Libertine of Lindsey is a congenial man, I'll give you that, but what he allows to go on at the abbey?" He shook his head. "It's not proper behavior for an earl, if you don't mind me saying."
Grayson knew that things had gone a bit awry for his old friend, Nathan Grey, the Earl of Lindsey. He assured the innkeeper he did not mind his remarks, paid his bill, and continued on to the abbey.
The road was remarkably clear, given the rain. He rode past fields where cattle grazed and beneath towering pines and beech trees. He rode past the abbey ruins and the small lake Nathan kept stocked with carp. He rode past the small church where the tenants of Eastchurch Abbey attended services, and its small graveyard.
He rode through a massive gate, down the lane, and into the drive. A groomsman was quick to greet him and take his horse. Grayson's knock on the door was answered only moments later. Benton, Lindsey's long-time butler, stood just inside. He was a thin, nervous man, with a wide, round countenance and hair that was combed to frame his face, as was the style.
"My lord Darlington," he said, bowing low. "Please do come in."
Grayson swept inside, quickly shrugging out of his soaking cloak. The foyer smelled of tobacco smoke, he noted as he handed off his cloak and hat. "I regret calling without sending notice, Benton, but I must speak with Lindsey."
"Of course, my lord. This way."
As Grayson followed the butler along a corridor, he noticed the consoles that had once graced the halls and held vases of hothouse flowers were missing. The corridor looked a little barren.
Benton reached a door and opened it slightly; Grayson's nose was instantly assailed by the stench of smoke. He walked in behind Benton; the smoke was hanging like a cloud over the room. Furniture was scattered haphazardly about, save a card table in the middle of the room, where one chair had tipped over.
Lindsey sat at the card table with his back partially to the door. Lord Donnelly, whom Grayson knew as well, was seated at the card table across from Lindsey. In addition, there were three women, clearly harlots, judging by the immodest way they were dressed and the way one smiled brazenly at him.
One of the women sat on Lindsey's lap, idly watching the card game. Another sat on Donnelly's lap and smiled saucily at Grayson. The third was lying on a settee, her feet dangling over the arm. She was sleeping.
"My lord?" Benton said.
Lindsey did not acknowledge his butler but continued to study his hand, chewing on the end of a cigar.
This time, Lindsey responded with a grunt of warning and a flick of his wrist -- a signal that he was to be left alone. Donnelly seemed not to notice the butler either; he was as engrossed in his hand and the considerable pile of coins in the middle of the table as Lindsey.
Benton, a steadfast and loyal butler, was not to be deterred. "My lord," he said, a little more forcefully. "There is a gentleman here to see you."
"Benton, on my word I shall put you out on your arse today!" Lindsey groused. "There is always one gentleman or another here to see me. Show whoever it is to the salon or a bedroom, but leave me be -- I am on the verge of divesting County Cork's Donnelly of a considerable amount of money and I cannot be interrupted." He looked up and grinned at Donnelly as he laid down his cards. He had three of a kind, and a cry of disbelief went up from his opponent.
"What?" Lindsey snapped as he raked the coins toward him. He glanced at Benton, then started upon seeing Grayson.
"Good morning, Lindsey."
Lindsey pushed the girl from his lap and came to his feet. "Christy, I cannot believe you've come!" he exclaimed.
Donnelly looked up with surprise. "Darlington!" he said jovially. "Come, come, and have a tot of good Irish whiskey -- "
"Lord no!" Nathan laughed. "That is widow-maker poison, Declan, guaranteed to fox a man at first sip, and the Duke of Darlington will not be foxed." He grinned at Grayson, swaying a bit unsteadily. He looked like hell -- his shirt was rumpled, his neckcloth nowhere to be seen, and his dark brown hair mussed from the fingers of a harlot.
"What time is it, Benton?" Lindsey demanded.
"Half past ten, my lord."
"In the morning," Benton added.
Lindsey glared at the butler. "Now that was hardly necessary, sir." He looked at Grayson and smiled again. "Good God, Christy, what am I thinking? Come in, will you? Are you up from town to avoid the inconvenience of all the social engagements?"
"Were I to leave town to avoid society, my lord, I should choose a place more restful than the den of iniquity the Libertine of Lindsey presides over at Eastchurch Abbey."
That earned an appreciative laugh from Donnelly.
"A den made by Wilkes, Donnelly, and that Scots scoundrel, Lambourne," Nathan said jovially. "Were it not for them, I should pass each night at a warm hearth with a good Christian book, would I not, Benton?"
"Undoubtedly, my lord."
Donnelly snorted; the woman Lindsey had dumped off his lap giggled.
"The three of them have been in residence at Eastchurch for two months now..." Lindsey paused, thinking. "Or perhaps three?"
"Devil take me if I can remember," Donnelly added cheerfully.
"What brings you so far afield, Christy? Are we at war? Have I lost all my money? Has my title been revoked?" Lindsey laughed at his jest.
Grayson did not. He was a man who took the responsibilities of his title and his position in society to heart. There was a time Lindsey had, too, but he had seemed to forget them the last few years. Donnelly, from Ireland, was far more interested in horseflesh than in his title. Specifically, the racing of horseflesh and the wagering on it.
Benton stepped forward and announced, "I shall have a bath drawn at once, my lord."
Nathan looked surprised, but then waved a hand at the man's swiftly departing back. "Bloody butler," he said with a grin. "He'll be sweeping floors if he's not careful. Come, Christy," he said, gesturing to the door. "To the study, where we may speak frankly while my bath is drawn," he said, in a voice mimicking Benton.
"What, you're going?" Donnelly asked idly, but his attention was on the harlot who was stroking his ear.
In the study, Grayson picked up a decanter.
"I'd have a care with that, were I you," Lindsey said, gesturing to the decanter as he eased himself onto a settee. "Bloody Irish whiskey. The devil brewed it, I swear it. Come now, Darlington -- what's brought you to Eastchurch? I'm on tenterhooks! You must have very good reason to ride all night from London in this deluge."
"I won't deny that it is a matter of grave importance," Grayson agreed as he poured a tot of whiskey and tossed it down his throat. "I heard something quite disturbing and thought you should know straightaway. You are aware of the Delicate Investigation, as it has been dubbed, into the conduct of the Princess of Wales?"
Lindsey shrugged. "Bits of gossip here and there. Why? What has it to do with you?"
"Not me," Grayson said dispassionately. "Allow me to explain. As you may or may not know, Caroline, Princess of Wales, adopted a boy a few years past. There are some who swore that the princess was with child around the time the boy would have been born. Caroline did not deny it, and reportedly said to more than one person she would claim the pregnancy was the result of a night or two spent in Carlton House, thereby insinuating the child was the legitimate offspring of George, the Prince of Wales."
Lindsey laughed at that -- it was no secret the Prince and Princess of Wales had been estranged since the early days of their marriage in 1795. Their dislike for one another was so intense that it was thought nothing short of a miracle they had managed to produce Princess Charlotte from their brief but disastrous union in the marriage bed. Since then, both had been rumored to have had numerous adulterous affairs. The prince had sired more than one illegitimate offspring.
"Naturally, the allegations were cause for great concern," Grayson continued, "for it appeared as though Caroline would put a bastard son on the throne ahead of Princess Charlotte."
"You must be joking," Lindsey said.
"Not in the least. The king had no choice, really, but to convene a commission from the House of Lords to look into the matter. If they were true, it was high treason."
Grayson continued, "While the Lords Commissioners could find no evidence that Caroline's boy is anyone other than an orphan the princess did indeed adopt, they did find quite a lot of evidence to suggest that the princess had often engaged in questionable and repulsive behavior with a number of men...and perhaps even women."
"Good lord," Lindsey muttered. "You surely didn't come all this way to tell me this."
"Not this precisely," Grayson said. "Hear me out. Caroline's behavior was such that she was removed from the king's favor and the Prince of Wales believed he at last had his grounds for a parliamentary dissolution of his marriage, which, as you know, he has long wanted. The king has not as yet decided if the dissolution will be put forth. But Caroline is canny. If the king does not intercede on her behalf and restore her to favor, there is speculation she will publish her correspondence with the king during the investigation in order to prove her innocence. In publishing this volume, which some have taken to calling The Book of Scandal, she would reveal some of the prince's more egregious behavior."
"Accusations that are probably true," Lindsey said wryly. "Or were true when we were members of his inner circle."
"Yes," Grayson said. Ten years ago, when they'd been young men. Even then the prince had been a glutton for food and drink and women. Grayson considered it a tragedy, really, for the prince was extraordinarily well educated and knowledgeable. But his talents were wasted by his lusts, and the public disapproved of his extravagant, debauched behavior. Now, there were many in Parliament who feared that a closer look into the prince's life might lead to a call to bring down the monarchy.
"The princess has hinted at rather sensational scandals involving other members of the royal family, as well," Grayson added.
Lindsey smiled. "The prince has fourteen siblings, so there is quite a lot of room for it, I suppose. What sort of scandal would she allege?"
"Secret births. Murder. General disloyalty and mayhem," Grayson said with an insouciant shrug. "But the point of it is, Nathan, if Caroline publishes these letters, there will be a scandal the likes of which London has never seen."
"Lindsey, listen to me. There are members of the haute ton who are expected to be named in the book as being witnesses or participants to scandal and potential acts of treason."
Nathan laughed. "Are you implying me, Christy? Has the pastoral debauchery at Eastchurch Abbey suddenly become so important in London?"
"No, Nathan..." How could he say it? "Not you, but your wife."
The smile melted from Lindsey's face. "I beg your pardon?"
Grayson sighed and ran a hand over his head. "Shall I speak plainly?"
"I rather think you must," Lindsey said, his voice calm, his demeanor sober, "but speak."
"There is some...speculation...that Lady Lindsey is involved with Lord Dunhill -- "
"Dunhill. Young and new to London, but a close acquaintance of the prince and his inner circle."
Lindsey's expression darkened.
Grayson tensed. He didn't want to open old wounds -- everyone knew of the chasm between the Greys. He glanced at his hands. "Nathan...some advisors to Caroline believe that as a result of Lady Lindsey's...association, she has been privy to the unlawful conduct of the prince. She has been in his company at Carlton House, and at the country races, and at Buckingham and perhaps St. James's. She might be called to testify in a public trial, and certainly the details of her association would become public as well."
"Well," he said, folding his arms. "I suppose I can hardly feign surprise, can I? But I rather imagine Evelyn can fend for herself."
"Your reputation would be ruined. And indeed, anything granted your family or your title by the crown could be called into question if your wife is implicated in a scandal against a royal. It is best -- for your sake -- that she be removed from London. It is best if it appears that the Earl and Countess of Lindsey have been reconciled, as the king will look more favorably on you, should anything come to light."
Lindsey stood and walked to the bank of windows that overlooked the deer park. "Is it true?" he asked. "Does she know something?"
"Personally, I have no knowledge," Grayson said, and that was true. But he'd heard enough to suspect she might know something. She was a frequent guest at the prince's apartments at Carlton House, and he'd heard what went on in the prince's private apartments -- ribald pageants, even orgies. It was impossible to say what she might have seen or heard. "But it is rumored rather fervently among the ton."
"Then I will send her to her mother -- "
"That will appear to all the world as if you believe the rumors. If the king believes you believe your wife's innocence, he will try and help you. But if he does not believe it..."
"If he does not?"
Grayson frowned. "Eastchurch Abbey is granted to you on a lease from the crown, is it not?"
Lindsey nodded. "For almost three hundred years."
"Think of it, Nathan. If it appears that your wife was involved in a treasonous offense against the Princess of Wales, or privy in any way to treason against the crown, that lease may very well be revoked. For your sake, you must appear to believe in your wife...and remove her from London."
Lindsey bowed his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Bloody hell," he muttered at last. "It would seem the witch must come back to roost at Eastchurch." He glanced at Grayson and smiled a little lopsidedly. "You have done me a great service, old friend."
Grayson shrugged. It was no more or less than Lindsey would do for him.
Lindsey sighed. "This calls for several tots of Declan's poison," he said, picking up the decanter of whiskey.
Nathan could not believe he was about to leave for London to bring Evelyn back to Eastchurch. He'd rather have a bone broken and reset. Or be speared and roasted on a spit.
He and Evelyn had not parted on good terms three years ago. He could now admit to himself that perhaps he'd not been a proper husband, but it didn't change the fact that the rift between them was deep. They had hardly communicated in three years, and even then, only through letters. He remembered only an angry woman who found fault with everything he did.
But here he was, waiting for the coach to be loaded so he could go and fetch her.
If he was going to London, he was going to at least make it worth his while. He had some business, and he had promised young Frances Brady, the son of his gamekeeper, that he would show him the city.
Nathan had stumbled upon Frances last year when he had been playing in the gardener's shed without permission. He was eight years old, and after a good scolding, Frances had followed Nathan about the estate like a puppy. Nathan had taken an instant liking to him, with his moppish brown hair and bright brown eyes. The boy's father was a widower, and while his grandmother often looked after him during the day, the lad had run wild. He was a ruddy child with a thirst for life, and with his father's permission, Nathan had taken it upon himself to show the lad as much of life as he could.
Privately, Nathan wished for a son like Frances Brady. But as he would never have his own son -- not with the chasm that stretched between him and his wife -- he could at least be a decent godfather of sorts.
He was taking Frances to London to be fitted for proper clothing.
Benton walked out to the coach with him and handed the coachman a leather satchel to include with the luggage.
"Have a care with things while I'm away, Benton, or I will see you sowing winter crops in the fields," Nathan said as he fastened his cloak at his neck.
"Yes, my lord," Benton said, without missing a step.
Nathan turned toward the sound of Frances's voice. The boy bounded across the lawn, waving a red hat in his hand. A warm smile lit Nathan's face as the lad reached his side.
"My lord, one of our plants is sick!" Frances exclaimed breathlessly, referring to some lavender he'd helped Nathan plant. "It is turning brown and Mr. Milburn said it's not taking root properly."
"Oh my," Nathan said.
"My lord?" the coachman said, opening the door to the coach.
Frances looked anxiously at the coach, then at Nathan.
Nathan put his arm around Frances's shoulders. "Hold the team," he said to the driver. "We've a sick plant to attend to." He winked at Frances. "We best have a look, eh?"
What was one more hour after three long years?
Copyright © 2008 by Dinah Dinwiddie
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Julia London is the New York Times, USA TODAY, and Publisher's Weekly bestselling author of historical romance, contemporary romance, and women's fiction with strong romantic elements, including the Secrets of Hadley Green bestselling series, and the Homecoming Ranch series. She is a four-time finalist for the RITA Award of Excellence in Romantic Fiction, and the recipient of Romantic Times Bookclub's Best Historical Novel. She lives in Austin, Texas.
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I have to say that this book was not what i was expecting. Sure when i bought it i was expecting a great deal out of it but it really disappointed me during the first few chapters. The first few chapters bored me to death. It was unbelievably boring i had to put down the book and regret i bought it for the full price. I put it back on the my book shelf and it was forgotten for months. MONTHS i tell you until summer break started and the books that i wanted to read haven't arrived yet. I was expecting boredom again when i started reading it but after the part of the kidnapping in London, it just blew me away. I was not expecting it to be a little comedy and a full force drama as well. This book realistically shows the pain of a mother who lost her beloved child. She was lost with her grief causing her to shut herself out from the rest of the world including her husband, Nathan, who was trying to be strong enough for himself and his wife. Lost in grief of losing his beloved son and heir[ not to mention a wife who's seems to be not in touch with reality anymore], he seeks comfort to Alexandra DuPaul, a family friend, who seems to be the only one who understands his feelings and also the only person who does not fully expect of him to be strong. As a result of this deeper bond, Evelyn, Nathan's wife, become exceedingly jealous and decides to move out and go to London--where she would reside for the next three years without any sort of communication with her husband; that is until the monarchy is threatened by the book Princess Caroline of Wales will publish. Warned by a friend that her wife will be mentioned in the book, Nathan confronts his wife after three long years. He decides to kidnap her because there would be no other way that she would relieve herself of London. Back in their estate, Nathan discovers that he actually does care for his wife and decides to rebuild their relationship, although Evelyn does not want anything to do with him anymore. Anyway,their situation is much more complex than that. While reading the book, you'll see and feel the pain of both the husband and wife while trying to cope the anger and sadness they feel towards their situation. I recommend this book for those who are willing to read deeper with deeper meanings of pain, anger, resentment, happiness and of course what does it mean to love someone. It really is a nice book. You'll be touched on the actions that Nathan will do to win this wife back. the rebuilding of their marriage back part is very sweet!
This book was way too much repetition of the same thoughts and even the same wording. It got really annoying and melodramatic.
The grief over their toddler's death has effectively ended the marriage of Nathan Grey, Earl of Lindsey and his wife Evelyn. She goes to serve in the Queen's court in London where many scandalous doings take place. He's been on the family estate doing dissolute things with his friends. The "Scandal Book" in which Evelyn's behavior with her lover is purportedly detailed, is the catalyst that has Nathan demanding her return to Eastchurch Abbey, which she reluctantly does. Their forced togetherness serves to make them confront their behaviors and misunderstandings at the time of the child's death and in so doing to rebuild their love and marriage. There's a killer afoot who has made several attempts on their lives, and Nathan is determined to track him down and find out why.
I usually buy any book with Julia London's name on it, but this book was a total disappointment! It was more depressing than romantic. The story begins three years after the main characters have seperated, and then just keeps getting caught up in the subplots of their seperation. It should have concentrated more on the romance between the characters. I kept skipping pages in order to move on to a good part, but they were few and far between. I would recommend any previous books by Julia London, but this one you can skip.
This book is one good read. I was so into it since the start. Speacially with the characters they seemed so real the way they loved each other and the way they hated each other.This book has passion,anger,laughter and sadness. It's just crazy how a married couple havent seen each other for 3 long years and all of a sudden the husband goes and brings his wife to his country house so she could be save from the Scandal Book as well as his Position as an Earl. Love this Book !!!!!!!!!
Because of their beloved son¿s death, the once loving marriage between Nathan Grey the Earl of Lindsey and his wife died too although they are not divorced. Over the next five years Nathan ignored his spouse Evangeline while womanizing in rustic splendor. Evangeline remained prim and proper while residing in London.-------------- However, Nathan becomes irate and though he will not admit it to himself is jealous to hear rumors that Princess Caroline's infamous book contains scandalous behavior by Evangeline. He comes to London to save the Lindsey reputation demanding she leave for the countryside with him. Evangeline no longer needs the man she loves who deserted her when she most did besides she plans to divorce him and marry someone else. He realizes how much he misses his wife, but to persuade her he will not leave her again proves futile. However, they become caught up in a dangerous treachery in which an unknown adversary will gladly kill husband and wife. ------------ Using the historical reference book of aristocratic scandal written by Princess Caroline as a backdrop to a second chance at love Regency romance, Julia London cleverly freshens up a common theme. The story line is driven by the broken relationship between Nathan and Evangeline as each coped with their loss in different ways, but neither was there for the other. With the looming scandal of the Princess¿ BOOK O SCANDAL serving as a sort of matchmaker, fans will relish this astute entertaining historical.------------ Harriet Klausner