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Philip Whitmore, Viscount Greybourne, has been deserted at the altar, and Meredith Chilton-Grizedale, the Matchmaker of Mayfair, is ruined. This was the most anticipated wedding of the Season and would have secured her position. But now the word is out that the groom-to-be is cursed, making him the Most Unmarriageable Man in England. If Meredith is to have any hope of a future, she'll need to help him break this curse and marry him off. Unfortunately, the only woman he now wants is Meredith—the Most ...
Philip Whitmore, Viscount Greybourne, has been deserted at the altar, and Meredith Chilton-Grizedale, the Matchmaker of Mayfair, is ruined. This was the most anticipated wedding of the Season and would have secured her position. But now the word is out that the groom-to-be is cursed, making him the Most Unmarriageable Man in England. If Meredith is to have any hope of a future, she'll need to help him break this curse and marry him off. Unfortunately, the only woman he now wants is Meredith—the Most Unmarriageable Woman in England!
Meredith Chilton-Grizedale pursed her lips and stroked her chin as she slowly circled Lady Sarah Markham, who stood upon the dressmaker's platform. Meredith's gaze critiqued the slender form garbed in the elegant, pale blue wedding gown, noting every detail, from the demure square neckline to the elaborate ruffled flounce. A satisfied smile threatened to curl her lips upward, but she staunchly subdued it. One could not afford to be too effusive when dealing with Madame Renée, Oxford Street's most exclusive milliner. For every compliment Madame received, she clearly felt compelled to increase her already exorbitant prices.
"You look lovely, Lady Sarah," Meredith said. "Lord Greybourne will be besotted the moment he sees you." A tiny flutter of something that felt suspiciously like envy rippled through Meredith, surprising and irritating her. She slapped the feeling aside like a bothersome insect and gazed at the beautiful young woman standing before her. Pride instantly supplanted her errant twinge of envy.
Oh, she had indeed arranged a brilliant match on Lord Greybourne's behalf. Lady Sarah was a diamond of the first water. Sweet, innocent, amenable, possessed of a gentle temperament, lively conversation, a singing voice that could rival the angels, and a formidable talent for the pianoforte. The negotiations, which Meredith had handled between Lady Sarah's father, the Duke of Hedington, and Lord Greybourne's father, the Earl of Ravensly, had proven quite delicate and tricky, even for a matchmaker of her considerable experience. What with the scandal that had ensued three years ago when Lord Greybourne had not returned to England from roaming the wilds of foreign locales to honor the marriage agreement his father had entered into on his behalf, coupled with the fact that he'd incomprehensibly walked away from the comforts of Society to live in uncivilized conditions where heathen traits abounded in order to study artifacts, only Lord Greybourne's title and family connections kept him from being hopelessly unmarriageable. Indeed, it had taken an enormous amount of time, flattery, and diplomacy on Meredith's part to convince the duke that Lord Greybourne was the perfect match for Lady Sarah -- a task made all the more difficult considering the hordes of eligible titled, and unmarked-by-scandal, young men buzzing around her.
But convince Lord Hedington she did. A sigh of immense satisfaction eased past Meredith's lips, and she was hard-pressed not to twist about and physically pat herself on the back. Thanks to her -- if she might say so herself -- inspired efforts, the most anticipated wedding of the Season would take place in two days at St. Paul's Cathedral. A wedding so grand, a marriage so brilliant, so talked-about, that Meredith's reputation as the foremost match-maker in England was assured.
Ever since the betrothal announcement two months past, anxious mamas were courting her attention, inviting her to tea and their musicales and soirees, asking her to whom their darling daughters would most be suited. And which eligible bachelors were serious about choosing a bride this Season.
As she had so many times over the past few months, Meredith again found herself wondering why a man born into the upper echelons of Society, the heir to an earldom, a man who would never have to spend his life doing anything save seek pleasure, would spend a decade living in rustic conditions, digging up artifacts belonging to dead people. Everything practical in Meredith revolted at the very thought. Clearly Lord Greybourne harbored some very unusual beliefs and tendencies, and, she feared, his manners would most certainly need some dusting off. Even his father had hinted that his son might require a bit of "polishing."
Even so, she did not doubt that she could shine him up enough to make a grand showing at the wedding. After all, her reputation, her livelihood depended upon the success of this wedding. She could only hope that after the ceremony he would prove to be an affable and kind husband. Because, based on the enormous gilt-framed painting of him hanging in his father's drawing room, Lord Greybourne had not been blessed with a bounty of physical attractions.
An image of that painting flashed through her mind. Poor Lord Greybourne. Where his father, the earl, was quite handsome, Lord Greybourne was ... not. His painting depicted a pale, pudgy-faced, unsmiling countenance decorated with thick spectacles magnifying unremarkable brown eyes. Definitely not the most attractive of fellows. Of course, the painting had been commissioned fourteen years earlier, when he was but a youth of fifteen. Meredith hoped his years abroad had improved him somewhat, although it did not really matter. In addition to being a Paragon, Lady Sarah did not, like many young women her age, harbor unrealistic romantic notions regarding marriage. Thank goodness. Because the dear girl is taking on more the frog than the prince, I'm afraid.
Yes, Lady Sarah knew it was her duty to marry, and marry well, according to her father's dictates. Meredith blessed the fact that Lady Sarah was not difficult like a growing number of modern young ladies who professed to want their marriages to be love matches. Meredith fought the urge to snicker at such nonsense. Love matches indeed. Love had nothing to do with a successful marriage.
Meredith looked up at Lady Sarah, who, based on her expression, was not as happy as she should be. "Now, don't frown, Lady Sarah," Meredith scolded gently. "You'll wrinkle your forehead. Is something amiss? The dress --"
"The dress is fine," Lady Sarah said. Her huge pansy-blue eyes, reflecting unmistakable distress, met Meredith's in the mirror. "I was just thinking about what you said ... about Lord Greybourne being besotted the moment he sees me. Do you truly think he will be?"Who Will Take This Man?. Copyright © by Jacquie D'Alessandro. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Posted December 27, 2012
Posted February 17, 2005
FINE WRITING AS ALWAYS FROM MS.D. THIS BOOK HAS A MYSTERIOUS VILLAIN WHICH WITH A LITTLE DEDUCTION CAN BE FIGURED OUT. SOLVING THE 'CURSE' IS ANOTHER MATTER.VERY CREATIVE ENDING.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 9, 2003
Ten years ago Philip Whitmore (a.k.a. Viscount Greybourne), and his father made a deal. Philip would go off to exotic locations and indulge himself in antiquarian studies. He was never more happy than when he was holding dusty relics and learning about the people of past civilizations. Upon learning his father's health was failing, Philip kept his end of the bargain and set sail home to marry the lady chosen for him. Just before sailing, Philip located part of the 'Stone of Tears'. The stone was cursed. Any who read it would lose the one they married within two days. The part with the cure was missing. He could only hope the other piece was among the crates shipped ahead to his warehouse. ..................... Lovely Meredith Chilton-Grizedale was known as 'the Matchmaker of Mayfair'. Philip's father hired Meredith to locate the perfect match for his son. But on the day of the wedding, Lady Sarah did not show. Philip had told Lady Sarah of the curse and gave her the choice as to whether or not to marry. With the wedding canceled, Meredith's business was in ruins! As for Philip, the gossip papers were having a field day with the curse, but claimed that impotence was the real reason for the cancellation. ....................... Meredith, Philip, and their close friends were desperate to locate the missing stone. This was made harder by the fact that someone was out to harm anyone Philip cared for, including his friends and family members. As Meredith and Philip searched, their attraction for each other grew and Meredith fell under the curse. If they did not locate and transcribe the missing piece of stone within two days, she would die. .................... ***** This is one of my favorite authors. In fact, she can not write quickly enough to suit me. I was ecstatic to find this latest book! This story is full of romance, danger, intrigue, and betrayal ... and very highly recommended to all. *****Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 9, 2008
His father informs him that is health his failing and he needs to marry to insure he has an heir so Viscount Philip Whitmore leaves his study of Egyptian relics to come home. Meredith Chilton-Grizedale arranges the match of the year between Philip and Lady Sarah Markham. However, Philip informs Sarah of the curse in which she just met the first two steps, one in which a peer¿s beloved died, and step three is death two days after the marriage. Sarah elopes with someone else while his and her fathers blame the matchmaker. <P> To recoup her shattered reputation, Meredith must find a bride for the most unmarriageable person in the Ton, Philip. As she tries to find the right woman, he works on removing the curse. Soon Meredith and Philip fall in love, but he believes in the curse so nothing can come of their feelings and besides which someone wants him dead.<P> Though the curse seems at first nonsensical, the story line makes it feel real leading to a fun nineteenth century romance. The story line engages the audience as the lead couple falls in love, but dare not defy the curse. The intrigue of someone trying to kill Philip comes across as genuine vengeance and adds suspense to the tale, but also takes readers away from the prime delightful theme of will she take this man or not?<P> Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 8, 2012
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Posted February 24, 2013
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Posted February 17, 2012
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