“Kat Martin dishes up sizzling passion and true love, then she serves it with savoir faire.” Los Angeles Daily News
Heartless (Heartless Series #1)by Kat Martin
A Shameless Bargain
To escape her life of poverty as a tenant farmer's daughter, Ariel Summers made a bargain with the devil-she would become the Earl of Greville's mistress in exchange for the schooling and refinements of a lady. But she couldn't foresee the arl's untimely death, or her own disturbing attraction to his bastard son and heir, Justin Ross./b>
A Shameless Bargain
To escape her life of poverty as a tenant farmer's daughter, Ariel Summers made a bargain with the devil-she would become the Earl of Greville's mistress in exchange for the schooling and refinements of a lady. But she couldn't foresee the arl's untimely death, or her own disturbing attraction to his bastard son and heir, Justin Ross.
A Cold-blooded Demand
Justin never meant to demand payment from the tempting young woman his father had so callously planned to ruin. But her innocent allure provoked his ruthless nature and he vowed he would have her in his bed.
An Unexpected Passion
Seduction was his plan but the Earl of Greville never suspected Ariel's innocent passion would awaken emotions he had long believed dead. When mistrust and betrayal threatens the fragile happiness the two of them have found, Justin must convince Ariel he isn't the heartless man she believes...
"Kat Martin dishes up sizzling passion and true love, then she serves it with savoir faire."-Los Angeles Daily News
“Kat Martin dishes up sizzling passion and true love, then she serves it with savoir faire.” Los Angeles Daily News
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Surrey, England, 1800
Oh, if I could only be like you. Crouched behind the hedgerows along the lane that led to magnificent Greville Hall, Ariel Summers watched the ornate black carriage roll past, the top down, the earl's gilded crest gleaming on the door. Seated on red velvet squabs, his daughter, Lady Barbara Ross, and her companions laughed as if they hadn't a care in the world.
Ariel stared at them with longing, imagining what it might be like to dress in such beautiful clothes, gowns fashioned of the finest silk, in shades of pink, lavender, and an almost iridescent greeneach with a small matching parasol.
Someday, she thought wistfully.
If she closed her eyes, she could imagine herself in a gown of shimmering gold, her pale blond hair swept up in dazzling curls, her slender feet encased in matching kid slippers. Someday I'll have a carriage of my own, she vowed, and a different gown for every single day of the week.
But it wouldn't happen today, she knew, giving up a dispirited sigh, nor anytime in the foreseeable future.
Turning away from the disappearing carriage, she lifted her coarse brown skirts above her sturdy shoes and raced back toward the cottage. She should have been home an hour ago. Her father would be furious if he found out what she had been doing. She prayed he was out in the fields.
Instead, when she lifted the leather curtain that served as the door of the cottage, Whitby Summers was waiting. Ariel gasped as her fatherpainfully gripped her arm and slammed her against the rough-textured wattle-and-daub wall. Forcing herself to look into his puffy, florid face, she flinched as his big hand cracked across her cheek.
"I told ye not to dawdle. I said for ye to deliver that mendin' and get hack here as quick as ye could. What were ye doin'? Gawking at the ladies in their fancy carriage? Ye was daydreamin' like ye always dowasn't ye? Wishin' for somethin' yet never gonna have. It's time ye faced the truth, gel. Yet nothin' but a cottager's daughter and that's all ye ever will be. Now get yerself out in those fields."
Ariel didn't argue, just ducked away from the fury she read in her father's flushed face. Outside the cottage, she dragged in a shaky breath and shoved her pale blond braid back over her shoulder. Her cheek still burned from her father's painful slap, but it had been worth it.
As she hurried across the dusty earth toward the vegetable garden, her apron flying up in the wind, Ariel stubbornly set her chin. No matter what her father said, someday she would be a lady. Whit Summers wasn't one of those fortune-tellers she had seen last year at the fair. He couldn't see into the futureespecially not her future. She would make a better life for herself, escape the dreary existence she now lived. Her destiny was her own, and somewhere beyond her father's dismal patch of ground she would find it.
For now, with her mother long dead, Ariel worked from dusk till dawn. She swept the earthen floor of their two-room cottage and cooked the meager fare that was all the small rented plot of ground could provide, gathered potatoes, pulled turnips, worked at hoeing and weeding the vegetable garden, and helped her father in the wheat fields.
It was a dreary, backbreaking, endlessly dull existence that she intended to escape. Ariel vowed it with every ounce of her being.
And she had a plan.
As he did once each month, Edmund Ross, Fourth Earl of Greville, spent the day inspecting his fields and checking on his tenants. It was hotter than usual today, the sun a scorching white orb burning down across the earth and baking the rotted roads to the consistency of granite. He usually preferred riding one of his blooded stallions, but today, with the weather so warm, he took his light phaeton instead, hoping the top would provide a bit of shade.
He leaned back against the tufted leather seat, grateful for the slight breeze blowing in from the north. At forty-five, with his olive skin and silver-tinged wavy black hair, he was still an attractive man, especially popular with the ladies. In his youth, he'd had more than his shareas heir to an earldom he could pick and choose. But as he'd grown older, his tastes had subtly changed. Now, instead of the skills of a practiced lover, he preferred the tenderness and exuberance of youth.
Edmund thought of his current mistress, Delilah Cheek. the young woman he kept in London. Delilah was the daughter of an actress he'd once known in the biblical sense. He had been sleeping with Delilah for over a year, and her young, tender body still excited him. Just thinking of her small, firm breasts and long coppery hair made him hard. At sixteen, when he had first taken her, the girl had been a virgin. Since then, he had taught her well how to please him.
Still, she was reaching her maturity, her body ripening past the slender, almost boyish curves that enticed him, and soon he would grow tired of her. He would yearn for the youth and beauty of an innocent, the way he always did.
God's breath, it was a troublesome predilection.
His mind slipped backward to the days of his youth, and a foul word hovered on his breath. He'd been wed at nineteen, an arranged marriage that had produced only bitter memories of a cowering, frigid wife, long dead now, and a beautiful but worthless daughter, not the son and heir he needed.
Of course there was his bastard son, Justin, that spawn of the devil he had sired with Isobel Bedford, the daughter of a local squire. Isobel had been wild and beautiful, as reckless and hedonistic as he. He might not have believed the boy was his, but the physical resemblanceand the enmity between themwas irrefutable proof of the deed.
As the phaeton turned down the dirt lane that led to his tenant, Whitby Summers's, cottage, Edmund's thoughts swung briefly to Delilah and how he would use her young body when he returned to the city. But at the sight of Whit's fair-haired daughter, just turned fourteen, his interest focused in a different direction. Ariel was tall for her age, her body reed slender, not yet budding into womanhood. Still the signs were all there. With her long flaxen curls, big china blue eyes, soft, how-shaped mouth, and heart-shaped face, the girl was destined to be a beauty.
When he came to visit, he was unfailingly kind to her. She wasn't ripe enough to suit him yet, but Edmund always liked to keep the doors to opportunity open.
Ariel watched the earl's sleek black phaeton roll up in front of the house. She had known he was coming. The earl always came to visit on the same day of the month.
Checking her appearance, she smoothed her plain blue skirt and clean white blouse, freshly washed last night for the occasion. Unconsciously she rubbed the welt on her thigh where her father had taken a switch to her. She'd been flirting with Jack Dobbs, the cooper's youngest son, he had said. It wasn't the auth. Jack Dobbs was over-the-top for Betsy Sills, the butcher's daughter, Ariel's best friend, but when Whit Summers had been drinking, as he was last night, the truth didn't matter.
And in a strange way, Ariel was glad it had happened. It was the final nudge she needed to set her long-thought-out plan into motion.
The carriage robed up in a swarm of dust. The earl set the brake and jumped down. He was handsome, she supposed, with the silver in his thick black hair and those odd gray eyes, at least for a man of his aging years.
"Mornin', milord," she said, making him a deep, respectful curtsy. She had been practicing for days and was pleased as she executed the difficult maneuver that she didn't lose her balance.
"Indeed it is a fine morning, Miss Summers." His eyes ran over her in that admiring way he had. It made her feel like a woman instead of just a girl. "Where is your father this fine day?"
"He had an errand to run in the village. He musta forgot you was comin'." And Ariel hadn't bothered to remind him. She had wanted him gone so she could talk to the earl alone.
"I'm sorry I missed him, but I suppose it doesn't matter." He glanced out across the fields, his expression warm with approval. "I can see the crop is faring well. If the weather stays good, you ought to bring in a very good harvest this year."
"I'm sure we will." The earl turned away from her, started back toward his carriage, but Ariel caught his arm. "Excuse me, milord, but there's somethin' I been wantin' to talk to you about."
He smiled as he turned to face her. "Of course, my dear. What is it?"
"Do you ... do you think I'm pretty?" She thought that he did, since he always seemed to stare at her in that strange, assessing way, but still she held her breath. Her plan was doomed to fail if the answer was no.
A slow, appreciative smile curved his lips. He studied the shape of her mouth and the line of her jaw, let his eyes drift down to her breasts. She wished they were round and full like Betsy's.
"You're very pretty, Ariel."
"Do ... do you think a man ... someone like yerself ... do you thinkin a few years, I meanthat a man like you might be interested in a girl like me?"
Lord Greville frowned. "There are different kinds of interest, Ariel. You and I are not from the same social circles, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't find you attractive. I believein a few years' timeyou'll grow into a beautiful young woman."
Her heart kicked up with hope. "If that is so, I was wonderin' ... I've heard stones, milord ... about the ladies you keep in London."
The frown reappeared, mixed with a look she couldn't quite read. "Exactly what sort of stories have you heard, my dear?"
"Oh, nothin' bad, milord," she hastened to assure him. "Just about the girls ... that you treat 'em real good and buy 'em pretty dresses and all."
He didn't ask where she'd heard the tales. It was common knowledge in the village that over the years the earl had kept a number of young women as his mistresses.
"What exactly are you asking me, Ariel?"
"I was hopin' maybe you and me could make some sorta bargain."
"What sort of bargain?"
It all rushed out in a single long breath, as if a dam had suddenly broken. "I wanna be a lady, milordmore than anything in the world. I want to learn to read and write. I wanna learn to speak right and wear pretty clothesand put up me hair." She swept the long mass up on her head to demonstrate her words. When she released it, it tumbled back down past her waist. "If you would send me to school so's I could learn all those firings ... if I could go to one of those fancy finishin' schools where they teach you to be a lady, then I'd be willin' to be one of yer girls."
She watched the surprise in his eyes turn to speculation, rather an unholy gleam; she thought, and felt the first faint stirrings of trepidation.
"You want me to pay for your educationis that what you're saying?"
"And in return, you would be willing to become my mistress."
She swallowed. "Aye."
"Do you understand what that word means?"
A beet red flush stole into her cheeks, as she knew it meant sleeping in the same bed with the man. What else it might entail she wasn't completely sure, but it didn't really matter. She was willing to pay whatever price it took to escape her father and her wretched life on the farm. "Mostly, milord."
He studied her again, his pale eyes raking her from head to foot. She felt as if he were stripping away her clothes piece by piece, felt the ridiculous urge to fling her arms up to cover herself. Instead, she endured his scrutiny and stoically lifted her chin.
"That's a very interesting proposal," he said. "There is your father to consider, of course, but knowing him as I do, perhaps something might be arranged that he would find satisfactory." He reached down and caught her chin, turned her face from side to side, studying the hollows beneath her cheekbones, the slight indentation in her chin. He traced a finger over the curve of her lips, then nodded as if in approval.
"Yes ... an interesting proposal indeed. You shall hear from me soon, my dear Ariel. Until then, I suggest you keep this conversation between the two of us."
"Aye, milord. That I will." She watched him climb into his carriage, watched him slap the reins against the backs of his glossy black horses. Her heart was beating fiercely, her palms slightly damp.
Excitement pumped through her, the knowledge that her plan might actually succeed. Uncertainty followed close on its heels. Ariel couldn't help fearing that in return for the chance at a better life she might have just traded her soul.
Meet the Author
Kat Martin's bestselling novels include Nothing But Velvet, Innocence Undone and the Raines of Wind Canyon SeriesAgainst the Wind, Against the Fire, and Against the Law. Her book Silk and Steel was nominated for a RITA Award. She is a graduate of the University of California, where she majored in Anthropology and History, a background that helped to develop her interest in the past. "I love anything old," she says. "I especially love to visit the settings for my books. My husband and I often stay in out-of-the-way inns and houses built in times past. It's fun and it gives a wonderful sense of a bygone era." Before becoming a writer, Martin was a real estate broker. She lives with her husband, author Larry Jay Martin, in Missoula, Montana.
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I picked up the book because I found the synopsis rather intrigueing but i was suprised on how good the book was. I usuall tend to stay with more renown authors but Kat Martin has won a place in my library. I can't wait until Clay & Kitt's story comes out. I hope is turns out to be as good as Justin & Ariel's. peace
Ariel Summers had a drunk father that delighted in beating her. So at age fourteen Ariel made a deal with Edmund Ross, Fourth Earl of Greville. Edmund was to send Ariel to a ladies school for an education. Upon graduating, she would become his mistress. Ariel never knew that Edmund died two years after the bargain was made. She graduated after four years of school. Being older and wiser, Ariel fully understood now the bargain she had made and hoped the Earl would allow her to pay her debt in a different way. She had recently met Phillip Marlin and dreamed of marrying him to become a real Lady.
Justin Bedford Ross, Fifth Earl of Greville, never told Ariel of his father's death. Justin had been called to Edmund's sick bed and told about Ariel. There was no love between father and son. Justin's mother had been one of Edmund's mistresses. Sick and with no heir, Edmund had adopted his son. Even though he loathed his father, Justin paid for Ariel's schooling until she graduated. He planned to meet her and help her decide her future. But when he found her kissing Phillip, his worst enemy, Justin's plans changed!
***** With Ariel between these two formidable men and Justin's evil half-sister also involved, things got hot quickly! I found the story so engrossing that I was startled whenever reality broke into my reading, such as the phone ringing. An excellent story with enjoyable characters that combine to make this book a winner! *****
Gracen has been having nightmares of a demon/man named Hart. Who seems now, is taking over her life. Not just her nightmares. She loses hours, days. She can't even remember. I would feel like I was going crazy. The Suspense in this story is never ending. You question yourself, as much as Gracen does. What's real? Is she living this nightmare? And just when you think you know what's going on. You are thrown in an opposite direction. The quality of writing is great. The mystery behind, what Gracen is. Is what kept me reading. Why does hart want her so much? What could she possibly possess? Soon she does learn the truth. This is a battle of good vs evil. It did take awhile to really learn what was going on. It's like your in a haze. Overall, I think this a good story and a good start to a series....Lissa
An enjoyable read...typical Kat Martin.
Kat Martin has a way with words. Heartless is the first book I have ever read by her and it also stands as a well enjoyed book. I have read it easily more than three times while it has been in my posession. If anyone is looking for a Kat Martin read I definitely reccomend Heartless.
this was my first ever kat martin book and i loved it!ive been a big fan ever since.
I so enjoyed this book, it was so interesting I could not put the book down. I do look forward to reading the continuation of the story Reckless with Ariel and Justin's friends.
I love historical romances and this one was no exception! I just couldn't put it down! There were times when you alternately wanted to cheer for the characters or just kick them for being so blind. I would recommend this to anyone -- avid romance readers or those just starting out.
This book by Kat Martin was great to read. Soooo interesting that i couldnt put it aside for a second. The hero is charming and as usual a rake. The heroine is beautiful and catches the hero's attention. This book was full of such exciting situations that i think i can read it again and again and never get bored.
Kat Martin continues to write such beautiful love stories. The characters are very likable and the story has a great plot. I could hardly put it down. It's a must read. And I look very forward to reading her other books.
Justin and Ariel's story kept me from putting the book down! I love all of Kat Martin's work. She is an extrodinary writer and I would recommend this book to anybody.
Ariel Summer is the 14 year old daughter of a poor tenant farmer. She works from sunup to sundown helping her drunken father in the fields and also tends their small vegetable garden. In order to escape her poverty stricken life Ariel comes up with an interesting and naive plan. She asks her father's landlord, the elderly Earl of Greville, to provide her with an education so she can become a lady and in return... she will become his mistress. Of course the dirty old man agrees and sends Ariel off to school on the provision she becomes his mistress when she finishes her schooling. Over the next four years, Ariel writes weekly letters to the Earl about the progress of her studies. Little does she know that a couple of years after the agreement was made between the elderly Earl and herself, the Earl dies leaving all his possessions, his name and their agreement to his adopted, illegitamate son, Justin Bedford Ross. Without telling Ariel about his father's death, Justin continues his father's payments for her education and reads her letters. Through these letters he feels he knows Ariel better than anyone else he has ever met. When Ariel reaches eighteen, her studies are finished and she is ushered to the Earl's London, England home. Ariel who hasn't seen the elderly Earl since threir arrangement was made years earlier is delighted to learn he is out of town for a few weeks on business. This enables her a wee bit of freedom. While out sightseeing the gorgeous London streets she meets her Prince Charming. She is courted by him for a week and plans to ask the Earl to release her from their agreement. When Justin returns home from his business trip he is shocked and disgusted to find Ariel in the arms of his mortal enemy. And Ariel is dumbfounded that this handsome hunk has taken over the agreement. And this is only the beginning of the story! Kat Martin's Heartless serves up a wonderful historical romance and a must read for all regency fans. Reviewed by Jan Springer, Romantic Suspense Author ~ A Romantic Interlude
Ariel Summers, a peasant girl living in nineteenth century England, decides that she wishes to better her lot in life. She offers to become the mistress of the Earl of Greville in exchange for his providing her with the schooling to become a proper lady. Upon completion of her education, she plans to be his mistress.
Unbeknownst to Ariel, the old Earl dies prior to the completion of her schooling and the new Earl, Justin Ross, the newly legitimized son of the late Earl, inherits his father's soon to be mistress.
In the years since his father's death, Justin has relished the letters sent by Ariel, and something in those correspondances touches his hardened heart. When Justin meets Ariel, he wants her for his own. But she will not be any man's mistress, having decided that she want to try to repay Justin in some other way.
Justin deliberately hurts Ariel thinking that she has betrayed him with another. Tensions arise as she must learn to trust him again, and he learns the meaning of real love.
Kat Martin has written a well-pleasing historical that holds the reader's interest with the constant tension between the hero and heroine as they discover that their mutual attraction leads them on a journey filled with misunderstandings that ends when they find enduring love.
In 1880 England, Ariel Summers, the farmer¿s daughter, dreams of being a lady. However, she realizes that all she has to look forward to is endless days toiling and giving birth to little farmers and little Ariels. Desperate, she offers herself as a mistress to the Earl of Greville. In return, he teaches her how to comport herself as a lady. However, in 1802 before they can complete the bargain, the Earl dies with his legitimized son from the wrong side of the sheets, Justin Ross inheriting the title and estate. As a matter of honor, Justin plans to finish his father¿s deal without making Ariel his mistress. She also hopes to complete the transformation without becoming Justin¿s mistress. However, neither one expects the attraction and allure that quickly turns to love because neither one trusts the other. HEARTLESS is an enjoyable Regency romance filled with heart because of the strong lead characters that break out of the sub-genre¿s stereotyping. The story line is crisp with some suspense, but the villain is flat and never strikes fear in the heart of the audience. Still Kat Martin¿s latest historical shows why she is an award-winning author as the key protagonists turn this into an enticingly powerful reading experience. Harriet Klausner