As her brother and sister prepare to make their Society debut, Kat Thistlewait vows to sit on the sidelines like a proper young lady. But when she tries to save her mischievous twin brother from his own errant ways, Kat lands herself in a compromising position with battle-scarred but kindhearted French nobleman Jules Devereaux.
Following an honest mistake involving the wrong bedroom—and knowing that no lady of quality would ever overlook his imperfections—Jules agrees to marry Kat in order to save what little reputation she has left. But a marriage of convenience isn't what willful Kat or Jules desires. And when a daring duel puts all in danger, they soon learn that true love grows from the most unlikely of beginnings.
"A talented author with a real gift for linking the modern reader to the glamorous past." —RT Book Reviews
As her brother and sister prepare to make their Society debut, Kat Thistlewait vows to sit on the sidelines like a proper young lady. But when she tries to save her mischievous twin brother from his own errant ways, Kat lands herself in a compromising position with battle-scarred but kindhearted French nobleman Jules Devereaux.
Following an honest mistake involving the wrong bedroom—and knowing that no lady of quality would ever overlook his imperfections—Jules agrees to marry Kat in order to save what little reputation she has left. But a marriage of convenience isn't what willful Kat or Jules desires. And when a daring duel puts all in danger, they soon learn that true love grows from the most unlikely of beginnings.
"A talented author with a real gift for linking the modern reader to the glamorous past." —RT Book Reviews
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As her brother and sister prepare to make their Society debut, Kat Thistlewait vows to sit on the sidelines like a proper young lady. But when she tries to save her mischievous twin brother from his own errant ways, Kat lands herself in a compromising position with battle-scarred but kindhearted French nobleman Jules Devereaux.
Following an honest mistake involving the wrong bedroom—and knowing that no lady of quality would ever overlook his imperfections—Jules agrees to marry Kat in order to save what little reputation she has left. But a marriage of convenience isn't what willful Kat or Jules desires. And when a daring duel puts all in danger, they soon learn that true love grows from the most unlikely of beginnings.
"A talented author with a real gift for linking the modern reader to the glamorous past." —RT Book Reviews
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| ISBN-13: | 9781626812093 |
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| Publisher: | Diversion Publishing |
| Publication date: | 02/06/2019 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 154 |
| File size: | 5 MB |
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CHAPTER 1
"The two of you shall be the death of me!" Lady Tutwilliger gasped, falling back upon the large pillows of her day bed. "Someone fetch the smelling salts!"
Lady Kathryn Thistlewait shared a speaking glance with her elder sister, Lady Mariah.
"Willy, you know you have never had the vapors in your entire life. Do stop being so missish," Kat declared firmly.
That sentiment caused her godmother to open her eyes, sit up straighter, and pin her with a steely stare. "You unfeeling child! It is only because I possess the constitution of my late father, Lord Frogmorton, that I can withstand your antics. How else would I have survived your crying off from Lord Barton and Mariah turning down the Duke of Bromston last Season."
Mariah tossed her dark springy curls. "The duke is old enough to be my father! He has a dreadful laugh, much like a baying hound, that always draws unwelcome attention. But worst of all, his cravats are always imperfectly tied."
"And I was much too fond of dear Lord Barton to marry him without love," Kat interjected quickly. "You have long told us, dear Willy, that we must follow our hearts."
"Yes, we are, as always, only following your unexceptional example," Mariah added sweetly.
"You are both full of Banbury Tales, and we all know it," Lady Tutwilliger snorted. "But this nonsense must cease now, this very instant, or we will all be undone."
"But, Willy, the Season has only just began. We have been on our very best behavior," Mariah fretted, absently patting a coil of hair although it fell perfectly, as always, about her heart-shaped face.
"This Season is only one week old, so of course you have done nothing wrong. Except that Jacko did not make the dinner party for the Vanderworths. The boy is too vexing. Miss Helen Vanderworth's twenty- five thousand pounds a year is nothing to sneeze at, even if she is from the colonies."
"But, Willy, I find both Miss Vanderworth and her brother correct on all forms. In fact, Mr. Vanderworth often puts our own gentlemen to the blush."
Kat stared at her sister in surprise. Except for refusing the Duke of Bromston, Mariah had always been a pattern card of decorum. Kat had, in all truth, not paid much attention to Mr. Christian Vanderworth, but if Mariah praised him, his manners must be utterly flawless.
"Yes, he does possess a certain air about him that is pleasing. But it is your behavior that concerns me. Your willful actions last Season got the tattles talking again about the 'Thistlewait Jilting Scandal.'" Lady Tutwilliger's impressive bosom rose to alarming proportions. "Not that your dear late father didn't do exactly the correct thing to cry off from that dreadful Lady Annabelle Thurston and marry your sweet Mama, for Annabelle drove her husband to an early grave. But recalling the scandal did your expectations no good. However, my credit shall bring us all about. Just promise me you shall be perfect models of decorum this Season."
Her gaze fell upon Kat, for Mariah was usually perfection itself, both in behavior and dress.
Instantly Kat noticed the smudges at the hem of her saffron walking dress. Really, it wasn't fair! Mariah had walked on the same path in Hyde Park and there wasn't a mark on her peach skirt. Her guilty look merely called attention to her plight.
"Kat, you must try to be more careful of your things. I don't know how we'll go on if you are constantly getting smudged, or leaving your things where they don't belong. People will begin to think you're nothing but a ninnyhammer."
Kat could do naught but nod. She would just have to do better. Although she had always viewed her parent's elopement with a romantic eye and vowed to herself to find true love before she wed, she was equally devoted to Lady Tutwilliger and Mariah. She would do nothing more to upset dear Willy or further mar Mariah's chances to be happily settled.
"I promise, Willy. I shall be so good you'll find me positively boring," Kat declared with real feeling.
Lady Tutwilliger did not appear completely convinced, but she nodded. "Thank you, Kathryn. Now if I can just find your dreadful twin and exact a promise from him we shall be all right and tight. Hannah!"
Kat started. She had forgotten Lady Hannah Hamilton was in the room.
Yawning delicately, her hair as gray-brown as her eyes and dress, the mousy woman rose slowly from the chair in front of the fireplace. A distant cousin of Willy's, Hannah Hamilton had been her constant companion for as long as Kat could remember. Supposedly a personal secretary, Hannah cosseted Lady Tutwilliger and pandered to her every whim. But if Willy had inherited her strong will from her late father, then Hannah had surely been no relation of his. For, at the first sign of conflict, Hannah always sought escape in a short nap.
"Hannah, pen a letter to Jacko and demand he attend me at once!" Lady Tutwilliger commanded before turning her attention back to the girls. "Be off with you, and dress for Lady Sefton's musicale. Everyone shall be in attendance, and I want you to look your very best. Tonight the Thistlewaits shall once again take on the ton!"
Kat's nerves were evidenced by restless pacing, back and forth from the Carrara marble fireplace to the green brocade draperies at the parlor windows that faced the street. Society itself didn't frighten her, not even the strict rules that sometimes chafed. Rules for curtseying, rules for walking, rules for smiling ... Sometimes she even wished to be back in the country where all the rules had seemed a game. Sometimes ... but not tonight.
Tonight was important for all of them. She wouldn't let Willy down again. Mariah had to make a match this Season, and Jacko ... Drat! When would he make an appearance? His future was at stake here, too! It wasn't like him to desert them in their hour of need.
A noise in the hall stopped her in midstride; her fingers began to anxiously pleat the soft folds of rose moire silk that fell from the empire waist of her evening dress. Jacko?
But no impetuous twin appeared.
Suddenly realizing Lady Tutwilliger would ring a fine peal over her should her gown be creased, Kat crossed back to the window to finger open the drapes and peer into the street.
"Kat, whatever are you doing?"
Mariah's scandalized tone brought her about abruptly. She dropped the curtain guiltily. "I thought I heard Jacko."
"I'm going to give him a piece of my mind when he finally graces us with his presence," Mariah fretted.
"I can understand why Jacko is not dancing attendance, Mariah. Willy has been playing matchmaker rather blatantly."
"Of course you would defend him!" Mariah scolded. "It is too vexing of him. What will the Vanderworths think?"
Mariah stepped in front of the rosewood mirror to tug gently at a periwinkle blue ribbon threaded through her glossy brown curls that fell in lustrous perfection about her heart-shaped face. The color exactly matched the overslip and was repeated in tiny bows edging the short puffy sleeves of her gown.
Both girls possessed the Thistlewait heavily lashed aquamarine eyes, but Mariah was diminutive and softly rounded, like their mother had been, whereas Kat was willowy, barely two inches shorter than Jacko, and blond like their father. However, all three had an abundance of the Thistlewait stubbornness, which made Kat more than ever fearful of Jacko's whereabouts.
"Kat, don't look so worried." Mariah suddenly smiled, two charming dimples appearing on her rose-colored cheeks, and patted her sister's hand. "You mustn't appear pinched-faced at Lady Sefton's tonight. Jacko will turn up soon."
"Yes, the boy must appear soon!" Lady Tutwilliger boomed, sailing into the room, the lilac feather in her turban quivering. "I hope he will appear tonight, since he cried off from my dinner party for Miss Vanderworth and her brother. Whatever will they think?"
"The Vanderworths are so very pleasant, Willy, I'm sure they will understand," Mariah placated automatically, but her eyes flew questioningly to Kat's face.
Kat had never before seen that particular expression upon her sister's beautiful countenance. Yes, she really must be more attentive at these ton parties and take a good long look at the Vanderworths. She would have to stop worrying about Jacko and only hope he would do nothing to endanger this Season. It meant so much to Willy and Mariah. She had already vowed to be on her best behavior.
Jacko was not at Lady Sefton's musicale, although half the ton was in attendance. Squeezed into all the salons, drinking champagne and devouring lobster patties, the ton was more than prepared for the onset of the Season. Yet, only a week into the whirl of balls, parties, and routs Kat was already bored with being in the midst of yet another sad crush.
The press of people shifted around them and Mariah grabbed Kat's arm; with gentle pressure she indicated a direction. "There they are!" she whispered, hardly allowing herself a glance.
Kat had no such compunction. A tall, impeccably dressed gentleman, his cravat tied with painstaking neatness, strolled toward them. On his arm was a pale young woman, wearing a demurely cut white crepe gown. The girl's squint was quite pronounced until they drew closer, and then she smiled. Quite a pleasing feature in an otherwise unremarkable face, Kat thought, as Miss Helen Vanderworth and her brother joined them.
The expression on Mr. Christian Vanderworth's face was noncommittal, even distant, although he responded politely to their greeting. Kat noticed Mariah's eyes brighten, just as they had earlier at the mention of his name. Surely her sister could not be caught at last by this American! Casting a worried glance at Lady Tutwilliger, Kat was relieved to see her dear godmother seemed totally unaware of Mariah's enraptured countenance.
"Yes, Miss Vanderworth, Lord Thistlewait was so disappointed he could not be in attendance tonight," Lady Tutwilliger twittered. "He particularly asked us to relay his regrets to you, my dear."
Helen Vanderworth blushed a rosy pink and glanced down. "Thank you, Lady Tutwilliger. Lord Thistlewait honors me." Then she looked up, her eyes as bright as Mariah's. "We will miss him tonight, for he does so add to a gathering, does he not?"
With a sinking feeling in her chest, Kat acknowledged that poor Miss Vanderworth had joined the ranks of women bowled over by her twin's disgustingly beautiful looks. Even though the three of them possessed the Thistlewait aquamarine eyes and the Thistlewait dimples, Jacko's eyes were more startling and his dimples deeper. Kat's hair was golden blond, but Jacko's was brighter, more full of light, as if constantly kissed by the sun. It had proved to be a fatal combination. His only saving grace, Kat grudgingly acknowledged, was that he was completely oblivious to the effect his appearance had on the fair sex.
"I believe we are to enter the salon for the concert now." Mr. Christian Vanderworth's voice was cultured and, admittedly, there was a definite air about him as he offered his arm to Lady Tutwilliger.
"Please, Mr. Vanderworth, escort your sister and Lady Mariah. I must have a private word with Kathryn."
Kat watched the three of them comfortably conversing as they crossed the room, and she was left with her fuming godmother.
"Where is your reticule?" Lady Tutwilliger demanded.
"Oh! I must have left it with my cloak," Kat sighed, knowing what was coming next.
"When are you going to grow out of this childish habit of misplacing your belongings? Mark my words, it will place you in the suds one of these days. Go fetch it. And keep an eye out for your dreadful twin. He may be lurking about somewhere, the wretch!"
Poor Jacko was in for it, but he would talk Willy around, Kat knew. Their godmother was no more proof against Jacko's charm than any other woman, except his long-suffering sisters, of course.
Escaping Lady Tutwilliger's wrath, Kat slowly made her way through each salon, even going so far as to peek into the card room. Several gentlemen had already found their way there and settled in for a fine evening of cards, far away from the Italian soprano Lady Sefton had engaged to entertain the ton. Unfortunately, Jacko was not among them.
A little further down the hall Kat pushed open an antechamber door and stopped, swallowing down a gasp.
"I am so very sorry," she stammered, shocked to find a couple sitting too closely together upon a low couch.
The gentleman's pallid eyes flickered briefly before he stood. "This room is occupied," he announced in an oily voice.
Kat hastily backed up but refused to shut the door completely. The girl had not turned her face away quickly enough; Kat recognized her — Caroline Strange, a young and, word had it, wealthy heiress. Kat also recognized the girl's companion — Sir Edmund Trigge, an out-and-out fortune hunter. Where was Miss Strange's chaperon? Who would allow her to keep company with an older man who possessed such an unsavory reputation?
Kat's nearly overwhelming desire to linger in the hallway and give young Miss Strange some well-meaning advice was squelched by remembering Lady Tutwilliger's warning that above all she must be circumspect this Season. Best not to get involved, Kat decided. It was difficult to walk away because obviously Caroline Strange was as guileless as dear Jacko.
She wrinkled her nose in distaste as the soprano tried, unsuccessfully, to reach a particularly high note. Kat sighed deeply, the sacrifices she had to make for Society!
A footman suddenly appeared at her side, "Lady Kathryn, I believe?" He presented a letter upon a small silver tray.
Her smile quickly vanished as she recognized Jacko's untidy scrawl. Retiring to a bench half-hidden by a large potted plant, Kat opened her brother's note and read.
"Oh, no!" she breathed, hardly able to comprehend her twin's misguided reasoning. Fed up with Lady Tutwilliger's matchmaking he was off to the Continent. But, happily, he had met up with his bosom friends, Mr. Gladstone Pennington and Sir Percy Allendale, and they were all first attending a mill on Berkshire Road. He was putting up at the Blue Boar Inn with the quaintest old lady, a gypsy princess. Kat was not to worry. It was all quite a lark. He wished she could join him.
She folded the note over in her hand. Lady Tutwilliger would never forgive this! What could she do? Dear, sweet, gorgeous Jacko was sure to fall into a scrape without her guidance!
Kat had always been the leader; the consequence of arriving in the world five minutes ahead of John Charles, Lord Thistlewait, heir to Thistlewait Hall, Thistlewait Manor, and the Grange.
What to do about this coil? Kat rapidly rejected the idea of confronting her godmother or Mariah with Jacko's latest wild flight. Somehow she would have to prevent this.
The tall clock in the hallway chimed the hour, and Kat looked up, surprised to realize it was really still quite early. Early enough for her to save the day.
Rising slowly to her feet, Kat brushed a hand across her brow and theatrically tottered toward Lady Sefton's major domo, who stood at rigid attention in the entryway.
"Please call my carriage and relay the message to Lady Tutwilliger that I have developed a headache and returned home," Kat said breathlessly.
He was solicitation itself; it was all Kat could do to keep him from fetching her godmother immediately to her side. By the time she was safely leaning against the squabs of the carriage, there truly was a naggy ache behind her eyes.
Lady Tutwilliger's butler, Westley, so far forgot himself upon finding her alone on the doorstep that he paled.
"Miss Kathryn! I do trust nothing's amiss," he gasped.
So much for the slight hope that the servants did not realize how tenuous was the Thistlewait hold on a successful Season.
"No, Westley, I simply returned with an unfortunate headache." She sighed deeply, forcing herself to walk ever so slowly toward the stairs. "Please inform my maid I shall not need her until late tomorrow morning. I do not want to be disturbed."
"As you wish, Miss." He bowed, and Kat felt remorse at the true concern on his face and in his voice.
Nevertheless, the moment she was around the first turn in the upper hall, and out of sight, she gathered up the folds of her skirt in one hand and raced toward the room Jacko used upon his too infrequent stays at Tutwilliger House.
Kat had nearly obtained her goal when a door opened; Hannah Hamilton, holding aloft a single candle, stepped into the hallway.
"Kathryn, my dear child! What is wrong?" In the dim light, Hannah's face was ghostlike as if she were badly frightened.
Swaying to a sudden stop, Kat smiled weakly. "Dear Hannah, I am so sorry if I gave you a start. I have simply returned with a headache. All I need is a nice long sleep." a
(Continues…)
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