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In this captivating romance about the inimitable Duncan sisters and their clandestine matchmaking service, a handsome new client throws youngest sister Chastity into an unexpected quandary.
 
Chastity listens to Dr. Douglas Farrell’s distressingly unromantic requirements for a wife: wealth and social status. Her instinct is to refuse service to the tall, muscular, dark-eyed physician, but she can’t turn away a paying client. Yet the doctor...
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Overview

In this captivating romance about the inimitable Duncan sisters and their clandestine matchmaking service, a handsome new client throws youngest sister Chastity into an unexpected quandary.
 
Chastity listens to Dr. Douglas Farrell’s distressingly unromantic requirements for a wife: wealth and social status. Her instinct is to refuse service to the tall, muscular, dark-eyed physician, but she can’t turn away a paying client. Yet the doctor conceals a secret. He’s prepared to sacrifice his bachelorhood for his true passion: caring for the poorest of London’s poor. Of course, his dream requires capital. For that, he is convinced he needs a well-to-do, well-connected wife. Little does Chastity know that if she ever learned the selfless truth, the handsome doctor just might steal her heart. And if Douglas ever lifted the veil that covers this mysterious woman, he might discover his perfect match.
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“An accomplished storyteller . . . rare and wonderful.”—Los Angeles Daily News
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Set in London during a time when traditionalism started giving way to modernization and suffragists challenged the status quo, this final installment in Feather's Matchmaker trilogy (The Bride Hunt, etc.) follows the nosy, righteous and sometimes self-righteous Duncan sisters as they tackle their toughest challenge yet-finding a wealthy, well-connected wife for a doctor who wants nothing to do with love. Douglas Farrell's businesslike approach to marriage immediately sets Chastity Duncan's teeth on edge, but as one of the secret owners of the suffragist scandal sheet The Mayfair Lady, to which Douglas has applied for matrimonial aid, she can't let her emotions cloud her business dealings. So Chastity finds the good doctor exactly what he has asked for. He soon realizes that he'd rather have Chastity, though. Douglas has a noble reason for seeking a marriage of convenience-he intends to use his spouse's money to set up a clinic in a city slum-but his haughty attitude toward aristocrats (who, he automatically assumes, care nothing for the poor) is off-putting. The book's conflict stems from a minor misunderstanding, and many of the goings-on are merely padding. But the primary romance, while lacking in passion and drama, holds enough charm to keep readers engaged. (Apr.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780553586206
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/30/2004
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 413,992
  • Product dimensions: 4.15 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 1.04 (d)

Meet the Author

Jane Feather is the New York Times bestselling author of The Widow’s Kiss, A Valentine Wedding, The Least Likely Bride, The Accidental Bride, The Hostage Bride, The Emerald Swan, and many other romances. She was born in Cairo, Egypt, and grew up in the New Forest, in the south of England. She began her writing career after she and her family moved to Washington, D.C., in 1981. There are more than ten million copies of her books in print.
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Chapter 1

The gentleman standing at the top of the steps of the National Gallery closely scrutinized the assumed art lovers ascending towards the great doors of the art museum at his back. He held a prominently displayed copy of the broadsheet The Mayfair Lady. He was looking for someone flourishing a similar article.

A cloud of pigeons rose in a flurry from Trafalgar Square as a figure hastened across the square, scattering corn to the birds as she came. She crossed the street directly below the museum and paused at the bottom step, crushing the paper bag that had held the corn in her hand as she gazed upwards. She held a rolled-up newspaper in her free hand. The man made a tentative movement with his own broadsheet and the figure tossed the scrunched bag into a litter bin and hurried up the steps towards him.

That the figure was small and female was about all the gentleman could discern. She was swathed in a loose alpaca dust coat of the kind that ladies wore when motoring, and wore a broad-brimmed felt hat, her face obscured by an opaque chiffon veil.

"Bonjour, m'sieur," she greeted him. "I think we are to meet, n'est-ce pas?" She waved her copy of The Mayfair Lady. "You are Dr. Douglas Farrell, is it not so?"

"The very same, madam," he said with a small bow. "And you are . . . ?"

"I am ze Mayfair Lady, of course," she responded, her veil fluttering with each breath.

With the phoniest French accent he'd ever heard, Dr. Farrell reflected with some amusement. He decided not to call her on it just yet. "The Mayfair Lady in person?" he questioned curiously.

"The representative of ze publication, m'sieur," she responded with a note of reproof.

"Ah." He nodded. "And the Go-Between?"

"One and the same, sir," the lady said with a decisive nod. "And as I understand it, sir, it is ze Go-Between that can be of service to you." This damnable French accent always made her want to laugh, reflected the Honorable Chastity Duncan. Whether she or one of her sisters was using it, they all agreed they sounded like French maids in a Feydeau farce. But it was a very useful device for disguising voices.

"I had expected to meet in an office," the doctor said, glancing around at their rather public surroundings. A chill December wind was blowing across the square, ruffling the pigeons' feathers.

"Our office premises are not open to ze public, m'sieur," she said simply. "I suggest we go inside, zere are many places in ze museum where we can talk." She moved towards the doors and her companion hastened to open them for her. The folds of her alpaca dust coat brushed against him as she billowed past into the cavernous atrium of the museum.

"Let us go to the Rubens room, m'sieur," she suggested, gesturing towards the stairs with her newspaper. "Zere is a circular seat where we may talk without drawing attention." She moved authoritatively ahead of him towards the staircase to the central hall. Dr. Farrell followed obediently, both intrigued and amused by this performance.

Halfway up the stairs she turned aside, hurrying through a succession of rooms hung with massive Renaissance canvases of atrocious martyrdoms, piet's, and crucifixions. She cast not so much as a sideways glance at these cultural icons, stopping only when they emerged into a circular chamber, graced with a circular sofa in its center.

The room was hung most notably with two of Rubens's canvases of the Judgment of Paris. With quiet amusement, the Duncan sisters had chosen this location for meetings with prospective Go-Between clients. The three buxom, naked renditions of Venus, Juno, and Minerva had somehow struck them as rather appropriate to the business at hand.

" 'Ere it is quiet and we may be private," she declared, settling herself on the sofa, gathering her skirts close to her to give him room to sit beside her.

Douglas glanced around with interest. It wasn't so much private, he reflected. There were other people in the chamber moving from painting to painting, conversing in undertones, but the circular sofa, although publicly situated, somehow provided an oasis where two people could sit close together and talk without drawing attention to themselves. He sat down beside her, aware of her perfume, a light flowery fragrance that seemed to waft from beneath the veil.

Chastity turned her veiled head towards him. She had the advantage on Dr. Douglas Farrell in that she had seen him once before, when he had visited Mrs. Beedle's corner shop to buy a copy of The Mayfair Lady and Chastity had watched the transaction unobserved. He was as she remembered him, a very big man, certainly not easily forgotten. Both tall and broad, with the muscular heft of a sporting man. A boxer or a wrestler, she thought. The prominent bump on a once-broken nose seemed to support the guess. His features were strong and uneven, his mouth wide, his jaw of the lantern variety. His eyes were the color of charcoal beneath thick black eyebrows that met over the bridge of his nose. His hair was as black, rather curly, but cut short and businesslike. Everything about him indicated someone who cared little for the nuances of appearances. He wore an unexceptional greatcoat, buttoned to the neck, with muffler and gloves, and he held a plain trilby hat on his lap.

She became suddenly aware of the length of the silence that had accompanied her assessment of her companion and said quickly, "Now, 'ow exactly can ze Go-Between 'elp you, m'sieur?"

He cast another slightly baffled glance around the gallery. "So, this is the office of The Mayfair Lady?"

She detected the faint Scottish lilt to his voice that she had noticed when she'd first observed him at Mrs. Beedle's. "Non, but we do not see clients in our office," she informed him firmly. Chastity kept to herself the reflection that their office was either the tearoom at Fortnum and Mason or the upstairs parlor of her father's house, which had been the Duncan sisters' mother's sanctum. Neither space was conducive to official client interviews.

"Why is that?" he inquired.

"It is necessary for ze Mayfair Lady to be anonymous," she stated. "Could we proceed with business, m'sieur?"

"Yes, of course. But I confess, madam Mayfair Lady, that I am curious. Why is this anonymity necessary?"

Chastity sighed. " 'Ave you read ze publication, m'sieur?"

"Yes, of course. I would not have known to seek the services of the Go-Between otherwise."

"You can read advertisements without reading the articles," she pointed out, forgetting her accent for a second.

"I have read the articles."

She gave a very Gallic shrug. "Zen surely you must see that the opinions expressed are controversial. Ze editors prefer to remain anonymous."

"I see." He thought he did. "Of course, creating a sense of mystery must add to the publication's appeal."

"That is true," she conceded.

He nodded. "As I recall, there was a libel case several months ago. The Mayfair Lady was sued for libel by . . ." He frowned, then his brow cleared. "By the earl of Barclay, I believe."

"A suit that was dismissed," Chastity stated.

"Yes." He nodded. "So I remember. I also remember that the publication was represented by an anonymous person in the witness box. Is that not so?"

"It is so."

"Intriguing," he said. "I'm sure you saw the volume of your sales increase considerably after that."

"Maybe so," she said vaguely. "But it is not for zat reason that we choose to conceal our identities. Now, to business, m'sieur."

Douglas, fascinated and curious though he remained, accepted that for the present, question time was over. "As I explained in my letter, I am in need of a wife."

She took the letter in question from her handbag. "That is all you say, 'owever. We would need to know more details of your situation and the kind of wife you are looking for before we can know whether we can 'elp you in your search."

"Yes, of course," he agreed. "As it happens, there are only two essential qualities I require in a wife." He drew off his gloves as he spoke, thrusting them into his pockets. "I am hoping in your registry you will have someone who would serve my purpose. Apart from the two essential issues, I am not unduly particular." His voice was very cool and matter-of-fact as he laid out the situation for her, tapping off the points with a finger on his palm as he made them.

"As I mentioned in my letter, I am a member of the medical profession. I have recently arrived in London from Edinburgh, where I received my medical degree and where I practiced for some years. I am in the process of opening a surgery on Harley Street, one that I trust will generate considerable income once I have become well enough known in London society."

Chastity made no response, merely clasped her gloved hands in her lap and regarded him through her veil. She was beginning to get a bad feeling about this interview, and her intuition rarely failed her.

The doctor unwrapped his muffler. He seemed to find it too warm in the round chamber despite the inadequate heating. Chastity, who was still chilled by her walk in the cold December wind, envied him. She reflected that perhaps such a large man generated extra body heat.

"Anyway," he continued, "I must find myself a wife who is first and foremost rich."

And at that point Chastity realized that her intuition had indeed been absolutely correct. But again she made no response, merely stiffened slightly.

"As you will appreciate," he continued in the same detached tone, "it's an expensive business setting up such a practice. Harley Street rents are very high, and wealthy patients expect to be treated in surroundings that reassure them they are receiving the best of care from a practitioner who treats only people who expect and can afford the best."

Chastity thought she could detect just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. She said distantly, "In my experience doctors who practice on Harley Street generally do very well for themselves. Well enough to support a wife, I would assume."

He shrugged. "Yes, once they're established, they do. But I am not as yet established and I intend to become so. To do that, I need some help. You understand me?"

"I am not generally considered obtuse," she said.

If her frigid tone disconcerted the doctor, he gave no sign of it. He continued as calmly as before. "I need a wife who can bring to the marriage a certain financial stability in addition to having the social graces and connections that would enable her to advance my practice. A lady, in short, who would be able to persuade the . . ." He paused as if looking for the right word. His lip had curled slightly. "The ladies with megrims, with the imaginary ailments that arise from having nothing to think about, nothing sensible to do with their lives, and the gentlemen with gout and the other ailments that arise from a lazy and overindulged existence. I need a wife to fish for those patients for me and to instill them with utter confidence in her husband's medical skill."

"In short, m'sieur, what you require is not so much a wife as a banker and a procuress," Chastity stated. She wondered for a minute if she had been a little too offensive in expressing her outrage, but she need not have feared.

"Precisely," he agreed equably. "You understand the situation exactly. I prefer to call a spade a spade." He peered at her. "Is it possible to see your face, madam?"

"Absolument pas, m'sieur. Absolutely not."

He shrugged. "As you wish, of course. But apart from the fact that I prefer to do business with someone whose identity is known to me, this mystery seems a trifle unnecessary. Could you at least drop the fake accent?"

Chastity bit her lip behind her veil. She hadn't expected him to believe in it for a minute, but she also knew that it successfully disguised her voice, and when the time came for her to meet him face-to-face, as it would if they took him as a client, he must not link the lady from the National Gallery with the Honorable Chastity Duncan.

She chose to ignore the question and asked coldly, "Is ze Go-Between to assume, then, that you 'ave no interest in a marriage where affection or respect are of any importance? It is only money and social status zat matter to you?"

This time he couldn't fail to hear the asperity in her tone. He slapped his gloves into the palm of one hand. "They are my priorities," he said. "Is it any business of the Go-Between to question those priorities? You are an agency that provides a service."

Chastity could feel her cheeks grow hot beneath her veil. "In order to serve you, m'sieur, we must ask the questions we consider necessary."

He frowned, then shrugged again as if in acceptance. "I would prefer to say that my choice of a wife is a simple matter of practicality." He regarded her now with a measure of frustration. What had seemed simple enough to him was becoming difficult for some reason, and made all the more so when he had no visual clues to work with.

Chastity watched him through her veil. She could see him quite clearly and could read his mind with some accuracy. Her instinct was to refuse the man as a client without further ado. Her finer feelings, of which she had more than her fair share, were revolted by the idea of simply finding some blatantly mercenary individual a rich wife. But she couldn't make such a decision without consultation with her sisters and she knew that they would scoff at such fine principles. They ran a business and could not afford to turn away a paying client, however much they despised him. Chastity knew she had to listen to Prudence's coolly pragmatic voice rather than her own immediate emotional response. And she could hear too how Constance, whatever she might think of the good doctor, would say that a paying client was a paying client. And there were women desperate enough for a husband who would probably find such a proposal convenient. Constance would say that such women needed to be educated to a degree of self-reliance, but until they were, one had to deal with them on their own terms.

And both Prudence and Constance would be right. The Mayfair Lady and the Go-Between ensured the independence of the Duncan sisters, and kept their father in relative comfort. While Prudence and Constance now had husbands well able to take care of them financially, neither woman was prepared to give up that independence.

At the thought of her father, Chastity gave an involuntary sigh. One that her companion heard, even as he saw the slight puff of her veil.

"Is something the matter?"

"No," she said. "Our business for today is concluded, I believe, m'sieur. I will go back to my office and consult with my si--my colleagues. You will 'ear from us by letter within ze week." She stood up, holding out her gloved hand.

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Interviews & Essays

JANE FEATHER ON ROMANCE WRITING

1. Romance authors are prolific writers. Knowing that there are so many romance books published each year, how do you keep your ideas fresh and avoid traveling over well-worn territory?

As someone once pointed there are only so many stories in the world, and a finite number of ways in which to tell them. History itself is a fertile field though for both stories and perspectives, many of them truly "stranger than fiction." However, it's inevitable that authors will sometimes cross similar plot lines and inevitable that any author of more than one book will return to old ground at some point. As a matter of pure self-defense, when I began writing within the genre I gave up reading within it. That way I can be certain that the only author I might, albeit unintentionally, plagiarize is myself.

2. Many of you write with recurring characters in your stories. How do you keep track of what your characters have done to ensure that your storyline stays true?

I keep re-reading the manuscript as I work. I start the day by reading yesterday's product and editing as necessary, and end the day in the same way. All in all I must read every chapter several times over before it gets printed out.

3. Do you visualize your characters as anyone in particular? A celebrity or a significant other?

Rarely intentionally, although I'll sometimes recognize a facial feature or characteristic that has somehow migrated from a real character to one of mine.

4. If you write historical romances, how do you do your research?

Books. Lots of them. I love doing research, following connections, tracking downobscure references, hunting for a historical hook.

5. Level with us --- how easy or difficult is it to write a love scene?

I assume we're talking about sex scenes here. Quite honestly, I've never found them hard to write. What is difficult is trying to find different ways to describe one basic activity that only has a limited number of printable variations. It's easier now that the taboos on language have lifted and one's no longer obliged to look for euphemisms for genitalia. I found it more laugh-inducing than arousing searching for an original alternative to "jutting manhoods and thrusting shafts."

6. Which do you think readers prefer, the more erotic/graphic romance or the old-fashioned romance that leaves most everything to the imagination? Has this changed over the years?

I think there's plenty of room for both. What might offend one reader will delight another. It's certainly true that the genre has become more diverse, more open, over the years, which can only be a good thing for both readers and writers.

7. In the publishing business, do you feel there is a stigma attached to romance novels and, by extension, romance authors? Are the subgenres that are being used to define novels today --- romantic suspense, historical romance, romantic mystery --- an attempt to eliminate any stigma attached to the romance genre?

I don't see how one can stigmatize a genre that arguably outsells most of the other forms of popular fiction. If there was a stigma it would attach as much to the readers of these books as to the authors and the industry itself. If I remember rightly Stephen King spoke to this a couple of months ago. His point, as I recall, was that those who despise popular fiction are closing their minds to significant aspects of their own world. They're out of touch with the way their world works. It's like saying I only ever listen to Mozart; who are these Beatles? I have been asked on several occasions when I'm going to write a "proper" book. A question I dismiss with the contempt it deserves. If the questioners had ever written a work of fiction they would never even formulate such a question, and if they haven't, they don't have the right to ask it. I'm assuming that sub-genres are a useful marketing tool. They enable the industry to tell which aspect of the genre is the particular flavor of the month. I have my doubts as to how reliable that is. My first historical was initially declined on the grounds that it was "essentially a Regency, and you can't give Regencies away nowadays." It didn't take long for that to turn around and I spent the next few years writing nothing but Regencies because someone believed that that was what the market demanded.

8. What are some things that you think could help increase awareness and sales of romance books?

More mainstream publicity, maybe.

9. What do you love about your fans? Tell us about a memorable encounter with one of your readers while on tour, or via your website or email.

You mean apart from all those hours spent languishing in isolation in a book store at a table piled with one's latest offering and the only person who comes over says, "Who are you? I've never heard of you." Seriously, though, I love anyone who will take the time to communicate with me. I particularly remember one letter, a handwritten three-page tirade from an outraged reader, fan would definitely be a misnomer, who'd been deeply offended by an incident in one of my books. She finally explained her outrage: I hadn't described the incident in detail, but left it up to her imagination, which in her view was much worse. Classic case of damned if you do, damned if you don't. But I was actually complimented by the fact that she had felt it worth while to write to me to communicate her outrage. Of course, she did end the letter by saying she'd never read another one of my books again. I've no idea whether she ever changed her mind.

10. Have you ever written a book outside the genre?

My office is littered with piles of non-romance manuscripts that so far have not made it between covers.

11. What do you think is the future trend for romance novels?

I would like to think the genre would expand more into the mainstream. Maybe allow for a little more variety than the classic one-couple romance leading to a happy-ever-after ending.

12. What are you working on now?

I'm reading around several ideas, waiting for one of them to jump up and bite me.
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    Fine romance

    A disguised Chastity Duncan, one of three sisters who anonymously write the controversial Mayfair Lady, serves as the matchmaking go-between since her two siblings got married (see THE BACHELOR LIST and THE BRIDE HUNT). Her current client is Dr. Douglas Farrell whose two stipulations in a bride is that she must be wealthy and provide social entrances so that he can gain rich customers for his new practice on Harley St. Chastity is disappointed in him, but consults with her sisters who accept him as a client....................... Chastity plans to kill two males at one time. She will introduce Douglas to a very opinionated woman who believes that Italy is superior to London, wealthy Laura Della Luca. She will also present her depressed widower father to Laura¿s mom the Contessa. She admits to herself that her aversion to Douglas is because she detests his female requirements. Soon she falls in love with him, but fails to live up to her name as she finds Douglas¿ planned practice an abomination not realizing that Harley St. will fund his Earl Court practice for the poor........................ The third and concluding Mayfair Lady tale, THE WEDDING GAME, is a terrific historical romance that stars another intelligent assertive female though she misconceives the motives of the hero. The story line is fun to follow as Chastity pushes Laura on Douglas, but wants him for herself though she despises what she believes he is going to do. Douglas is intrigued by Chastity but knows that Laura is the ticket for financing his efforts to help the poor. Jane Feather provides a fine novel that nicely complements its sister books................. Harriet Klausner

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