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LADY AMANDA LOCKE SIGHED as she gazed at her reflection in the oval mirror. Sitting at the vanity in the comfortable room she’d been given at her cousin Rupert’s house in London, she imagined she saw a wrinkle at the corner of one eye. She gasped. Did she? She leaned closer. No, just her imagination and the light, but it wouldn’t be long before it wasn’t. She had just turned twenty! The ton would be calling her an old maid soon—if they weren’t already.
She sighed again. Her maid, Alice, pretended not to notice as she pinned the last blond lock of Amanda’s coiffure into place. That wouldn’t have stopped Amanda if she felt like being vocal about her melancholy tonight, but she didn’t. Alice had heard it all and heard it often. Amanda’s whole family had heard it all, and she had a large family. But she was tired of complaining about such a sorry state of affairs, she just couldn’t help it sometimes.
Her first London Season shouldn’t have been such a disaster. It was supposed to be a roaring success. She had expected no less. Her family had expected no less. She was a beauty, after all, even quite fashionable with her blond hair and powder-blue eyes, and she also had the aristocratic bones that ran in her family. She was also the only daughter of Preston Locke, the 10th Duke of Norford. That alone should have had the proposals streaming in. And no one had doubted that she would outshine all the other debutantes that Season two years ago, herself included. But then no one had been prepared for the infamous Ophelia Reid, who had debuted that same year, and no one, not even Amanda, could compare to Ophelia’s dazzling beauty.
It was almost funny, Amanda thought as she looked back on it, how jealous she’d been of Ophelia, so jealous that she’d spent most of that first Season stewing about it and thus ignoring the young men who had tried to get to know her. So really, she could blame that disaster on herself. But of course her emotions got out of hand, especially when she found out her own brother, Raphael, was also falling under the ice queen’s spell.
Ophelia hadn’t even been likable back then! Amanda recalled wondering how her brother could be so dense just because Ophelia was a raving beauty! Ophelia was manipulative, a liar, and spiteful to boot. Anyone with two eyes could see it, which meant every man in London that year wasn’t utilizing both of his eyes, Amanda’s brother included!
Rafe did fall in love with Ophelia, he did marry her, and he did tame the shrew. There was nothing not to like about the Ophelia her brother had married.
That had all been part of Amanda’s first disastrous Season in London. Last year she’d tried to take her brother’s advice to heart and just let love find her. She’d had fun doing so, maybe too much fun. Relaxing, just enjoying herself and the many entertainments, she’d found that she actually liked some of her beaus, could even call them friends now, but not one had ever pulled at her heartstrings. So before she knew it, her second London Season was over and she still hadn’t found a husband.
Now, at the beginning of her third Season in London, she was quite desperate. Something needed to change this year because she obviously wasn’t going about husband hunting the right way. She wasn’t as silly and flighty as people thought, but even she knew that she gave that impression sometimes.
“You’re bored already this Season, aren’t you?” Alice said as she stood behind her.
Amanda frowned as she met the maid’s eyes in the mirror. Was the problem that simple? Bored all day long, and then when she finally had something to do in the evenings, she was so pleased she overreacted, behaving a bit more effervescently than she ought to?
She didn’t try to deny it. “It’s different here, not a’tall like at home in the country, where I’ve got so much to occupy me.”
“Your aunt made a suggestion the other day. Why didn’t you agree?”
Amanda rolled her eyes. “Help with that sewing class her friend started? I love needlepoint, but not enough to teach it to little girls who’d rather be out fishing.”
Alice couldn’t hold back her laughter. “I really don’t think most little girls have fishing on their minds like you used to. But you should find something to do while we’re in London instead of counting the minutes until the next party. Going from utter boredom to utter excitement isn’t a good balance under any circumstances.”
Amanda managed not to sigh again, but of course she was ready to leave the house and was already beginning to feel the excitement. Tonight could be the night she met her future husband. Well, it could happen. So she merely nodded to her maid and decided that thinking up a project to occupy her during the day could wait until tomorrow when she felt bored again.
She had to admit she was nicely decked out for not one but two parties tonight. Amanda did one last twirl in front of the full-length mirror to make sure nothing was out of place. It wasn’t. Her maid was superb in that regard. The pale pink of the new evening gown highly suited her and was perfect for her mother’s rubies at her neck and ears.
She didn’t look any different from how she had during her first Season, when she’d thought she’d be the first among her friends to get engaged and she hadn’t ended up engaged a’tall. Let love find you, it will, you know, Ophelia had assured her. Yes, but when? How long was she supposed to wait for that magical moment to happen?
Amanda went downstairs to see if her cousin Avery had arrived yet. The second of Aunt Julie’s three sons, Avery had his own flat in London now, but Amanda had sent him a note in the afternoon, informing him that she was in need of a chaperone tonight, since Aunt Julie’s oldest son, Rupert, and his new bride, Rebecca, hadn’t yet returned from Norford as Amanda had hoped they would. And Aunt Julie’s third son, Owen, was too young at sixteen to be anyone’s escort.
Amanda had stayed at the St. John household last year for the Season as well, since her father didn’t own a town house in London. And she could depend on two of her St. John cousins as well as their mother to serve as her escorts, even if none of them were ideal. But now her old friend Rebecca Marshall was part of the household, too, having recently married Rupert St. John, and she was ideal.
Amanda had been delighted by the news of Rebecca and Rupert’s marriage. Rebecca would make a perfect chaperone because Amanda could actually have fun with her. But Becky had surprised Amanda by flatly refusing at first, claiming it didn’t seem right because she was several years younger than Amanda. But Amanda’s stubbornness had kicked in—she could be quite tenacious without even realizing it—and she’d convinced Becky to agree. But then Becky had hied off to the country without a by-your-leave, putting Amanda back at square one with her old choices.
She so hoped her old friend had returned by now. She wasn’t worried that Rupert would want to tag along. He’d had his fill of balls and parties. He’d been Amanda’s escort in the past and never failed to cause a stir, as handsome and flirtatious as he was, which tended to make every other gentleman present quite jealous, and jealous men didn’t want to dance. That was why she only asked Rupert to chaperone her as a last resort.
His mother, Julie, was just as bad! She’d raised her three boys on her own after her husband, the last Marquis of Rochwood, had died, and she tried to be both mother and father to them, which, unfortunately, had turned her into somewhat of a bully. As Amanda had told Rebecca recently when she’d been trying to talk her into being her chaperone, “While Aunt Julie will agree to accompany me to parties, she’ll also spend the entire night grumbling. And believe me, there aren’t very many men who don’t quickly retreat after receiving one of her scowls.”
Rebecca had made a good point though: if Amanda’s beaus could so easily be intimidated by her aunt, then they weren’t for her. Amanda had to admit she’d been glad when a few of the more obnoxious ones had been scared off by Aunt Julie.
Amanda had almost reached the bottom of the stairs when her steps slowed. She wondered if Avery had arrived yet. While he never minded escorting her—at least he never complained about it—he usually had to cancel his own plans to do so, which made her feel bad. Occasionally, he wasn’t available because he was out of town.
She supposed she should have waited to dress for the evening until she had received confirmation that he was coming. Now she started to panic. Aunt Julie would be furious if she had to dress at the last minute to join her. But Amanda had already canceled two engagements because of Becky’s absence. She simply couldn’t cancel the two tonight, not when one party was being given by one of her closer friends, and the other by her sister-in-law, so Amanda had decided to attend them both—but not without an escort!
It wasn’t Avery who appeared in the parlor doorway, drawn out by her loud sigh, but the man standing before her made her forget every one of her woes.
“Father!” She flew into Preston Locke’s open arms. “What are you doing here? You never come to London except on business.”
He gave her a brief hug before he set her back to explain, “I consider this business, family business. I came to find out what your cousin Rupert was doing here while his new bride was in Norford. You do know they didn’t even bother to inform me of their marriage?”
Amanda winced for her cousin’s sake. Her brother, Rafe, had done the same thing, married Ophelia Reid on the fly, as it were, without telling the family first, and their father had been quite put out about it.
“Well, that would explain why Rue left so suddenly today,” Amanda said, giving her father a knowing grin. She could just imagine how that conversation between annoyed uncle and admonished nephew had gone. “So he’ll be bringing Becky back to London, d’you think?”
“I would imagine.”
“Soon, I hope? Perhaps even tonight?”
“I highly doubt it.”
Preston chucked her chin. “What?”
“I was looking forward to having Becky as my chaperone tonight. Now I’m stuck with Avery again.”
Preston frowned thoughtfully. “Isn’t Becky a bit young for that—?”
“No, no,” Amanda quickly interrupted. “She’s married! You know that makes it quite acceptable.”
Preston gave her a doubtful frown, which started her squirming. He was a big man, tall, strapping. She and her brother, Rafe, both got their blond hair and blue eyes from him, though Preston had a little gray at his temples, which quite annoyed him. But he rarely lost his temper, didn’t even appear to have one. He could exert such a calming influence on friend and foe alike that it was quite difficult to maintain a temper in his presence. He didn’t argue his points, he got them across in a reasonable manner, and if he was proven wrong, he’d merely laugh about it and go on from there. The only exception was how he dealt with his siblings. Where his sisters were concerned, he enjoyed pulling their cords, was quite the tease in that regard. Her brother had gotten that from their father, too, much to her annoyance.
Before her father actually forbade her to rely on Rebecca as her chaperone just because she was a few years younger than Amanda, she said, “You did know that Becky was a maid of honor, right up till she married Rue? That’s where he met her, at the palace. But having served in the royal court, she’s more a stickler for proper etiquette than anyone I know.”
“No, I didn’t know, on either count. Your aunt Julie is still your best—”
“She doesn’t like going to these parties. She’ll go, of course, but you know how she is when she doesn’t like something,” she mumbled.
Preston sighed. “I wish she had remarried instead of practicing being a curmudgeon.”
“She wishes the same thing about you,” Amanda said, then sputtered, “Not the curmudgeon part!”
Was that actually a blush climbing his cheeks? Surely not. It wasn’t as if the family didn’t know why he chose to stay single after his wife had died. He’d loved her too much. He’d preferred to honor that love and not try to replace it. Actually, she and Rafe had concluded that their father didn’t want to be disappointed in a second wife after having been so happy with the first. They could hardly disagree. They didn’t want their mother to be replaced either. But they did want their father to be happy, so if he did find someone who could make him that happy, they certainly wouldn’t object. He just wasn’t looking. He already knew all the unattached ladies at home and wasn’t interested in any of them, and he rarely came to London, where he might meet someone new.
But he was here now. She wondered . . .
“By the by, I sent Avery home,” Preston said matter-of-factly. “I’ll be your escort tonight, m’dear. I want to see for m’self the current crop of eligibles and what’s taking you so long to make up your mind.”
Although it was quite hard to utter a delighted squeal and a groan in the same breath, Amanda managed it just fine.
Copyright © 2012 by Johanna Lindsey
Posted June 10, 2013
It was Ok....
When I saw this book in the store I was so excited! I absolutely love Johanna Lindsey.
Amanda Locke has been looking for husband, two seasons have come and gone with no luck. Now, she is getting a bit desperate - not wanting to end up an old-maid (at 20 or 21). Fortunately, her comes from a family with means therefore she is able to wed for love, problem is, she finds all the men of the ton dull. That is until she meets Cupid. Devin Baldwin is a renowned horse breeder and has recently returned to London. Marriage is not on his mind, his interests lie within growing his business. However, he has gained the nickname of Cupid because he has helped a few couples find true love and happiness. He uses a practical approach when it comes to matching, for example, he finds pairs people who have similar interests (what a thought!). When Devin meets Amanda, he is struck by her beauty and it is plain to see that she is going about husband hunting all wrong. He agrees to help her, but soon finds that there is no man good enough for her, not even himself though he does start to fall for her. He is a bastard of an unknown nobleman and is currently being targeted by an unknown assassin.
I really like Devin but Amanda's character was a bit annoying, which was disappointing. She was...a little annoying and very hot tempered. She over sensitive. I also felt that the romance was lacking, it just didn't feel real...or maybe if the book were a little longer the romance would have grown more naturally. It was also strange that there was only one "love scene" which is odd for this author's style.
Though this book was okay, I still maintain my love for her books and writing style. Her older works are amazing! And I have reread so many countless times. Perhaps I am judging this book harshly since her earlier books were so dame awesome!
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You would be stupid to think wild slenphirs had crush'es... Ike = No crush ~ Colt = No crush ~ Cane = No crush ~ Bane = Sugar Cubes ~ Zues = He's legendary of course not. <p> F.Y.I. Wild Slenphirs can have up to 8 legs. The rarest (legandary) slenphir has 12 or more legs. Zues has 12 legs.
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Amanda Locke is looking for love - but after two Seasons of being on the market, she still hasn't managed to fall in love (or snag a husband!). When she meets Devin Baldwin, she dislikes him immediately. Unfortunately for her, he is soon hired by her parents to help her find a match.
He does his job well, but before Amanda can secure her position in the life of Viscount Altone, she must get over her fear of horse - and that's where Devin comes in. As a horse breeder, he'll help Amanda get over her fear of horses and win her man... but can she resist falling in love with him in the process?
Another awesome romance read from Johanna Lindsey! Amanda and Devin were really likable, and the plot was paced perfectly. I loved the inclusion of characters from her other books in this one - it really helped to tie the series together well but wasn't a necessity for understanding what was going on in the novel. This book was very easy to read, and you can really feel the chemistry between Amanda and Devin - it developed very realistically, which made me like it a lot more; don't you hate insta-love? I know I do, so this was a refreshing change.
I recommend this to anyone who is a fan of romance novels and anything to do with historical fiction. It's a great summer read, so check it out!
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I am a big fan of Johanna Lindsey so I was prepared
to enjoy and like this story. I have purchased so many of them
that I have lost track of what story this is. But......whatever,
I enjoyed it.
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