Cloudy with a Chance of Marriage

Cloudy with a Chance of Marriage

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by Kieran Kramer
     
 

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Every woman dreams of saying "I do." Jilly Jones did—and years of a deeply imperfect marriage followed. Now living in London and working in a charming bookshop, the free-spirited Jilly is perfectly content with her newfound independence…until she meets a dashing naval officer who sparks her longing for a real happily ever after.
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Every woman dreams of saying "I do." Jilly Jones did—and years of a deeply imperfect marriage followed. Now living in London and working in a charming bookshop, the free-spirited Jilly is perfectly content with her newfound independence…until she meets a dashing naval officer who sparks her longing for a real happily ever after.
Captain Stephen Arrow is just home after years of service, and he's in no hurry to give up his hard-won freedom. The meddlesome bluestocking Jilly Jones is exactly the kind of woman he doesn't need…But there's something about her that keeps drawing Stephen back to the bookshop. With her sparkling wit and understated beauty, she seems like a surprisingly real match for Stephen. But will a scandalous chapter in Jilly's past stand in the way of their heated attraction? For this bachelor, nothing is impossible…

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Publishers Weekly
Kramer's crisp, witty writing is unfortunately undermined by a straw-man villain in the third Impossible Bachelors Regency romance (after Dukes to the Left of Me, Princes to the Right). Runaway wife Jilly Jones set up Hodgepodge, a bookstore, on London's Dreare Street with a trusted but eccentric family friend. Dreare lives up to its name: its inhabitants suffer bad luck, and her handsome neighbor, Capt. Stephen Arrow, is a rowdy rascal. Stephen is attempting to sell his ramshackle inherited house despite an infestation of boorish relatives. When a lawyer shows up and announces that all of Dreare Street is in arrears, the colorful inhabitants come together in a hilariously terrible plan to save the day. The delightful romance and comedy-of-errors feel only falter when Jilly's husband shows up and his paper-thin subplot briefly takes center stage. (May)
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“Kieran Kramer pens a delightful regency confection...a wonderfully bright debut.” —Julia London, New York Times bestselling author of Courtesan's Scandal, on WHEN HARRY MET MOLLY

“A delicious romp that will keep you laughing. A fun heroine and a sexy hero make this a delightful read.” —Sabrina Jeffries, New York Times bestselling author of The Truth About Lord Stoneville, on WHEN HARRY MET MOLLY

“I couldn't put it down...a charming delight!” —Lynsay Sands, New York Times bestselling author of The Hellion and the Highlander, on WHEN HARRY MET MOLLY

“A wickedly witty treat…an exquisite debut!” —Kathryn Caskie, USA Today bestselling author of The Most Wicked of Sins, on WHEN HARRY MET MOLLY

When Harry Met Molly is a delightful, page-turning read! New author Kieran Kramer will capture both your imagination and your heart.” —Cathy Maxwell, New York Times bestselling author of The Marriage Ring

New York Times bestselling author of Rogue in My A Celeste Bradley
At once frothy and heartfelt, When Harry Met Molly satisfies! This book is better than dessert!
New York Times bestselling author of The Marriage Cathy Maxwell
When Harry Met Molly is a delightful, page-turning read! New author Kieran Kramer will capture both your imagination and your heart.

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ISBN-13:
9781429980272
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
04/26/2011
Series:
Impossible Bachelors , #3
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Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
416
Sales rank:
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Cloudy with a Chance of Marriage


By Kieran Kramer

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2011 Kieran Kramer
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-8027-2


CHAPTER 1

Books were Jilly's great escape, but unless she chose to use them as missiles — which she'd considered but decided against as they were her source of livelihood now — even they couldn't save her from the unpleasant task before her. She must stop the loud goings-on at the dead end of the cobblestone lane once and for all.

She walked up from a murky bed of fog that swirled thickly about her knees onto the front steps of 34 Dreare Street and knocked on the door. The sprawling three-story house was situated on a scrap of lawn at a right angle to her own shop. A tattered skull-and-crossbones flag hung listlessly against the roofline while a piece of wood painted with the words HOUSE FOR SALE leaned against the aged foundation.

No answer.

She knocked again and heard bumping noises and several loud male voices, one of them singing off-key.

Finally, the door opened wide. A gorgeous man with golden hair, dressed only in a cambric shirt and faded trousers, lofted his golden brow. "Thank God, it's you." His voice was like honey. "Miss Jones." He swept a slow, warm gaze over her.

Of all the nerve!

Jilly was so taken aback by what she could only call his brazen maleness, she didn't know what to say.

He chuckled. "I thought you might be the constable."

And then he smiled and winked, as if he'd just asked her to meet him in the garden at midnight.

She blinked, which she was wont to do when she was flustered. "And ... and how would you know I am Miss Jones?"

"Because you look terribly angry."

He certainly didn't. He looked the opposite. He looked happy, damn his hide.

"May I assume you're the thoroughly undisciplined Captain Arrow?" she demanded to know.

"The very same." He took out a cheroot and lit it. She'd meant her remark as an insult, but he made unruly behavior seem like an appealing state. "I only forgo discipline when I'm off duty, you know. What can I do for you ... Miss Jones?"

Really. He was too much. Did he honestly think a woman with any brains in her head would fall for that kind of nonsense?

"Stop saying my name as if —" Oh, dear. She couldn't finish that sentence, not if she were to remain a lady.

"As if what?" He gave her a wide-eyed, innocent look.

"Never mind." She forced herself to inhale a breath through her nose.

"There's a man hanging out of your upstairs window."

Now it was his turn to give a short laugh. "Lumley, probably."

She blinked. "Aren't you concerned?"

"No," he said around the cheroot. "It's a trick of his."

"Well" — she shook her head and tried not to make her hands into fists —" I find it hard to work when I see a man hanging upside down out a window."

Captain Arrow gave her a charming grin. "You're not getting angry again, are you, Miss Jones? We moved onto Dreare Street on the same day, after all. That's a special connection, don't you think?"

She huffed. "Your sign makes clear you've no intention to stay. I do plan to make this my home. And I'm not angry. I want —"

"You want what?"

Very well. She was angry.

"I want to be able to look out my window and not see a man hanging upside down, that's all!" She flung an arm in the direction of her store. "Who's going to have a pleasurable browse for books when my neighbor holds parties night and day? You and your cohorts had just better not introduce any fallen women to the mix, or I'll call the constable myself."

"We already have," he said, his expression angelic, "but the ladies leave discreetly through the rear so as not to cause a stir."

Jilly gasped. "How dare you! The sooner you sell this place, the better."

"I told you," Captain Arrow said, "after the last letter you put through my door —"

"My fourth," she interjected, running out of breath. "My fourth in six days."

"Yes, your fourth," he replied equably. "I had a courier deliver you a note in return —"

"You call a drunken man who falls through my door a courier?"

Captain Arrow looked abashed — yet somehow not. "This is an unusually complicated house party, Miss Jones. I beg your patience. On the one hand, my friends and I are celebrating my safe return from my final voyage with the Royal Navy, during which I captured a notorious pirate. He was a ruthless murderer, so you must grant —"

"Your noble deeds don't give you license to disturb the peace!"

"Nevertheless," he went on smoothly, "at this house party we're also mourning the fact that I didn't receive the purse I should have. All that pirate gold seems to have vanished into other people's pockets."

"That's your business, not mine —"

"Which brings me to the third reason for the house party. There's hope yet for me to become a rich man. I've suddenly found myself the proud owner of this tidy mansion, and as soon as I procure a buyer for it, I'll be well equipped to make my way through the world as a landlubber. In the meanwhile, the house needs christening, don't you agree?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "No. I don't. It needs paint. And you're ruining my business."

He chuckled. "I'm ruining your business? I should hardly think so. Perhaps your business needs a proprietress with a little more sport in her."

He smiled, and one of his eyebrows flew up in a suggestive manner.

"Why," she asked, ignoring his disgusting display of masculine allure, "would a respectable female wish to be sporting?"

"You'll know once you try it. Come to my house tonight. We're holding a small theatrical evening."

"Over my dead body," she said, even though she adored theatrical evenings. "Let's get back to the point that forces me to venture over here — you're disturbing the peace, sirrah."

"Hardly. We've had no one running naked down the street in the last two days."

"Fancy that!"

"And not a single one of my guests has sung a word of any song outside."

She put a finger to her mouth, pretending to consider his words, then dropped her hand. "You know, you're right. They only sing in the house now — with the windows wide open. And sometimes" — she drew in a breath and said low — "the singer is wearing only a tricorne hat."

"That's Lumley again," he said as if he were talking of the weather.

Speaking of which, didn't this unrelentingly cheerful man notice they had bad weather here on Dreare Street? All the time?

Jilly's heart was pounding so hard, she needed support. So she leaned forward and put her hands on either side of the door jamb. Captain Arrow leaned back a fraction of an inch.

"If I" — she whispered — "have to come over" — she pulled back to take a breath — "one more time —"

"Yes?" He leaned forward again. "What will you do?"

She closed her eyes a brief moment, then opened them and stared at him. "I'll go mad." It was as simple as that. "I'll go stark, raving mad."

Before he could answer her, she turned around and marched back to her store, directly through a plump cloud of fog that refused to be dispersed by the weak morning sun overhead.


* * *


Miss Jilly Jones.

Already Stephen adored her. He always did the outliers. Perhaps because he was one himself. Of course, his new neighbor was doing her best to be true to type. She excelled at appearing bookish. Prim. A bluestocking with no sense of humor. A woman to be avoided at all costs.

But no other prim miss he'd ever met had grasped door jambs and leaned into his face as if she'd like to bite his head off. He was a sea captain used to giving orders, not taking them, by God. This cheeky Miss Jones showing up flinging commands about was something new. Truth be told, he'd never met a woman as unmanageable, which made him admire her a great deal. It also made his blood hot for her. She was a challenge, that one. And Stephen never turned aside from a challenge.

Hadn't he risen to the challenge of being named an Impossible Bachelor not long ago with his three best friends, Harry, Nicholas, and Charlie? And he'd come out of Prinny's ridiculous albeit amusing wager unscathed, unmarried, and as unrepentant a bachelor as he'd ever been.

When Miss Jones left his front step, he instantly determined that he wanted to have a scorching flirtation with her. Other than sell his house, what else did he have to do?

He had a strict rule that he didn't seduce virgins, so bedding her was out of the question. But imagine what creative machinations he'd have to go through just to steal a few kisses! Grabbing a delicious tendril of her hair and wrapping it around his finger would be practically out of the question unless he were good ... very good. And if he could slip a hand up her gown at least to her knee, then his short stay on Dreare Street would go from being mildly entertaining to memorable.

This was one war he'd have to be very cunning to win.

He was crestfallen when she entered the bookstore and pulled the door shut without looking back out to see if he were still there. It was a good move. Pretend indifference to the enemy — shake their confidence. His own strategies would have to be put in place, he realized. Miss Jones was too substantial, obviously, to fall for his good looks alone, a fact which delighted him. Infatuated young ladies bored him.

He wanted a real dalliance. A real one, of course, engaged his mind.

And Stephen had a brilliant mind. He chose not to emphasize that point when he was out of uniform. It was something to do with his need to relax, to disengage, to not be the leader always. As captain of a ship in the Royal Navy, he'd always been at the center of things, interconnected by necessity to every man on board. It was an exciting but exhausting way to live.

Perhaps he was addicted to lack of sleep, loud noises, near-death experiences, and chasing enemies. Settling down in a quiet, peacetime navy held no appeal for him, which was why he was leaving it, despite the Admiralty's hope that he'd take command of a man-of-war.

Neither was he tempted to resign himself to a subdued gentleman's existence on land, complete with a demure wife, several adorable children, and a second career in banking or international trade.

Give him lots of money — more than his pension was worth — so he could live beholden to no one. Give him noise and bluster. Boxing and horse racing. Bawdy girls and boisterous men.

His own sailing vessel.

A pied-à-terre in Paris.

Give him something out of the ordinary.

Give him Jilly Jones.

CHAPTER 2

In the late afternoon of the day of her useless conversation with Captain Arrow, Jilly heard a loud popping noise from his house. She looked up from smoothing a page in her nearly blank accounting book and saw a young man at a second-floor window drop a bag of water onto the pavement.

"Bull's-eye!" the fellow cried.

A roar of approval went up from the group of well-dressed gentlemen gathered on the street.

Jilly sighed. For goodness' sake, when would a constable ever arrive and throttle the lot of them?

"I often wonder," she heard her clerk, Otis, remark to their lone customer of the afternoon, a small, elderly woman perusing a copy of Pride and Prejudice, "if Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth had a few secret trysts before they made their nuptial vows." He chuckled and looked into space. "Who could have resisted Darcy?"

"Well," the elderly woman speculated, one hand to her lips, the other balancing the book, "I'm not sure —"

"If," Otis interrupted her in dramatic tones, which made her nearly drop the book, "if Darcy were too much a gentleman to propose an illicit liaison, then don't you think Elizabeth must have been driven so mad by desire that she seduced him instead?"

The old woman stared at him.

"It's quite a titillating thought." Otis took the book out of her trembling hands and placed it back on the shelf. "It's our only copy," he confided to her in an earnest whisper. "Let me show you something else."

Dear God. Jilly watched her assistant sway gently down the aisle toward her meager collection of atlases, crooking a finger at the tiny woman to follow him. The shop would be bankrupt within a month if the mayhem persisted at Captain Arrow's house and if Otis didn't learn to sell books.

Her father's ex-valet didn't seem able to part with any of them, except for the atlases, but what was Jilly to do? She couldn't cast him out in the cold, for heaven's sake. He'd been devoted to her father and, after his death, her only trusted friend.

"You dress very well for an older man," she heard the little lady rasp, "but you're quite mad. Almost as mad as those people who live next door."

A few seconds later, the bell at the front door tinkled, and the door shut with a loud bang.

"And you have a lovely day, too!" Otis flung after their lost customer with all the sarcasm a frustrated, impoverished bookseller could muster. "That atlas was just the thing for you, if you'd only listened to reason. And how dare you call me an 'older man'? I'm not a day over thirty."

"Otis," Jilly called in a warning voice.

He'd been thirty for as long as she could remember. He twisted around to face her, his large feet crossed in outrageous saffron-colored shoes, his tailcoat swinging madly.

"But Lady Jilly!"

"Miss Jilly," she corrected him.

"Oh, dear," he apologized. "But what am I to do? She wouldn't have appreciated Pride and Prejudice. She has no fire in her soul. I'm saving it for someone who has spirit, style, and good looks."

Jilly blew out a breath. "Some of the worst villains and biggest fools have good looks," she reminded him.

"Yes," Otis returned smugly and touched the nape of his neck.

He believed himself to be quite good-looking, she knew. And he did have mesmerizing eyes, a jolting blue that was quite disconcerting. But he hardly filled his waistcoat, he was so thin. He also had knobby knees, a Roman nose that looked as if it had been broken several times but hadn't, wispy gray hair that circled his ears, and a pate as shiny and bald as a baby's bottom.

"I never said good looks alone." He lingered on the last word, which was his tendency. "I also mentioned spirit and style. Or did you forget? Those gentlemen at the captain's house have them in spades."

Jilly marched past him with a small square sign, which she placed in the window. "That isn't spirit and style," she said. "That's what happens when you buy a cask of brandy and invite your debauched friends over to drink it with you until it runs out. We must start selling books soon, or we'll run out of money."

The sign promptly fell over, and she adjusted it again until it was right. "I need a ledge beneath the window." She brushed past Otis, wishing she had enough money to ask the carpenter who'd put in the bookshelves to come back and make the ledge. But she didn't. She'd have to make do for a while, until profits started coming in.

Otis traipsed after her. "I abhor what Hector has done to you," he said over her shoulder. "A lady should never worry about money. And she should stay far away from the taint of trade. We may thank Hector for this state of affairs."

"Be that as it may" — she picked up a feather duster and swept it over a line of dictionaries — "please try to remember, the next time a dull, unattractive patron requests Pride and Prejudice, to acquiesce and allow him or her to purchase it." She turned and faced him. "If you want to keep food on your plate."

Otis made a moue of distaste. "I hate when you get dramatic. Of course I want food. Good food, too. It's been a week since I've had a decent brioche." He put his hand to his mouth, suddenly looking quite hungry. "I suppose I can part with Pride and Prejudice. But only —"

"No but onlys." She strode past him with the feather duster and threw it in a cupboard filled with cleaning supplies, including a bottle of vinegar-and-water and the rag she used to shine the windows and the large, ornate looking glass her father had always had in his library. The rag she used to clean it was one of Papa's old shirts, actually. She had a feeling he'd approve of her new endeavor were he alive to see it.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

USA Today best-selling author and double-Rita finalist Kieran Kramer writes Regency historical romances for St. Martin's Press. IF YOU GIVE A GIRL A VISCOUNT, the fourth and last book in her Impossible Bachelors series, is on sale now. Her new series, House of Brady, premiers in August 2012. A former CIA employee, journalist, and English teacher, Kieran's also a game show veteran, karaoke enthusiast, and general adventurer.


Kieran Kramer, author of the Impossible Bachelors series, was born in Washington, D.C. to an Air Force pilot father and actress/singer mother. She grew up mainly on Johns Island, a rural sea island near Charleston, South Carolina, where she helped build her family’s log home. Having worked for the CIA and as journalist for The Charlotte Observer, Kieran is now a stay-at-home mom. She once won $34,000 on Wheel of Fortune, and also won on Family Feud. She’s been married to her naval officer husband, Chuck, for twenty-one years, and they have three children.

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Cloudy With a Chance of Marriage 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 50 reviews.
AAR More than 1 year ago
CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MARRIAGE by Kieran Kramer is another exciting historical romance set in Regency England.It is the third in "The Impossible Bachelors" series,but can be read as a stand alone.Book One,"When Harry Met Molly",Book Two,"Dukes to the Left of Me Princes to the Right".This is an exciting,witty,amusing story of love,romance,secrets,sweet sensuality,betrayal,and finding your one true love.Jilly Jones, a new shopkeeper has a few secrets,is beautiful,plain,loves books,free-spirited,independent OR so it seems,then enter Captain Arrow....Captain Stephen Arrow is handsome,sexy,home after years of service to his Royal Navy,in no hurry to give up his freedom but enter Jilly....Jilly forced to marry someone she never loved she decides to runaway from her dreadful marriage with her father's long time valet and open the one thing she always wanted a bookstore.Jilly would love to have a real happily ever after,but it is not in her future or so she thinks.But when she meets and locks horns with the charming Captain Arrow,who has just moved across the street from her shop something changes. Captain Arrow is drawn to Jilly's independence,her free spirit,her gentleness,and her beauty. Enter others secrets and problems to complicate their lives.While Jilly is trying to revitalize Dreare Street,her secret will be revealed,and Stephen will be hurt. Dreare Street is titled the dreariness street in all of London,the unluckiness street and has a deep fog most of the time that has settled in."Cloudy with a Chance of Marriage" is a fast paced,page turning story of true love,betrayal,secrets,heated attraction,and helping a neighborhood in trouble.Jilly and Stephen have many trials facing them,but together can and will face them.Once again,Kieran has written an impressive story.A must read you want be disappointed. This book was received for the purpose of review from St.Martin's Paperbacks,published by St. Martin's Press and My Book Addiction and More.
ssmommie75TB More than 1 year ago
Kieran Kramer wrote a really good book with Cloudy With a Chance of Marriage. I'll admit the little mysteries in it were good and I certainly didn't see them coming, and I was dense enough it took me until after I was finished with the book to figure out how the titled played into it. Kramer's heroine, just like Jilly, are always smart and funny, and of course have backbone you don't usually see in Regency novels. Captain Stephen Arrow was a good man always stepping in were needed and it didn't take him as long as it does most hero's to figure out he was in love. 
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jbarr5 More than 1 year ago
Cloudy with a chance of Marriage by Kieran Kramer Jilly is on her own, with her bookstore on a drury street in England. One of her neighbors is a Captain and that's all he needs is the beautiful woman running the book store, just next door. Plays and balls they enjoy going to together and he enjoys lovemaking with her at the back of the store. The street needs more activity to come so the stores can thrive once again. A street fair just might be the answer.
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I enjoyed the first two books of the series, and I was looking forward to Captain Arrow's story. Unfortunately, to say the characters have the depth of cardboard would be too generous--they're more like tissue paper stereotypes. The story was all fluff and very predictable. In addition, I probably will not buy book four based on the excerpt at the end of this one.
MWanderer More than 1 year ago
This is the 3rd in Kieran Kramer's Impossible Bachelors Series. Captain Stephen is one of the Prince Regents men. He serves in the United Kingdom Navy. His best friends Lord Harry Traemore and Nicholas Staunton have already succombed to the prince regent's diabolical scheme to see them all married. However, it their apparent bliss that leads Stephen to question and even seek out an alternative to his lonely life at sea. When he inherits a vacant mansion from a distant relative on Dreary Street he thinks that might be just the same except for the annoying bookseller next door. However, she is intriguing and perhaps just the excitement his life needs. The characters in this story are lively and humorous. There are moments of intrigue and it is never quite clear how the hero and heroine will come together especially with the obstacles they must overcome. I recommend this story and this series to anyone.
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RomancingRakes More than 1 year ago
Captain Stephen Arrow, named by Prinny as 1 of 4 Impossible Bachelors, has sold off his commission and taken up his inheritance in a house on Dreare Street, right across from Hodgepodge, the bookstore owned by a certain Miss Jilly Jones. The street is constantly foggy and this contributes to the mood of the people who live on this street. There is a hodgepodge (like that?) of people who live on the street including an artist, a single mother, an angry old lady, a bookseller and her flamboyant friend, and a dashing captain whose friends throw bags of water out of his second story window. Anyway, Jilly has a secret, Stephen wants to fix up his rickety old house and get out of dodge, and the owner of the land that Dreare Street sits on, has raised property taxes. This does not sit well with Jilly so she tries to rally the whole street into coming up with money before the month is over (since payment is due at the end of the month). Of course, a certain diary helped her with this idea: the street shall hold a street fair. This does not sit well with most of the tenants. But then, after some coaxing, they agree. Prinny agrees to come to the fair (after Jilly charms him into it at a ball) and all hell breaks loose. Oops! The people gets the sads again. Then on top of that, they're told that the tax is due 3 days earlier than the original due date. Well, Jilly is determined to raise the funds come hell or high water. Or in this case, fog. Then *queue evil villain music* Jilly's secret is revealed. Stephen feels betrayed. And the game of will they/won't they ensues. And as for the rest, I shall leave you to find out dear reader. Oh Ms. Kramer, I cannot even begin to put into words, even though I did, how much I adore your Impossible Bachelors series. This book had me giggling, stifling laughter in a corner at Starbucks and once again, having to pack up and go home so I could let all my emotions out. It was indeed a roller coaster of emotions while reading this book. I just adore Ms. Kramer's use of quirky humor in her books and her play on words with her book titles set her books apart from the rest. If you haven't read the first two books of the Impossible Bachelors series, get thee to a bookstore. Like now! P.S. I cannot wait for Lumley's book, If You Give A Girl A Viscount (hope there's cookies involved).
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