He thought her money was the end of his problems, but it was just the beginning...
Young Lord Nevinstoke enjoys every moment of his deep-gaming, hard-drinking, womanizing life. Then his father is killed in a drunken duel, and Nev inherits a mountain of debts and responsibilities. He vows to leave his wild friends and his mistress behind, start acting respectable—and marry a rich girl.
Penelope Brown, a manufacturing heiress, seems the perfect choice. She’s pretty, ladylike, good at accounting, and looking for a marriage based on companionship and mutual esteem, not love. In fact, the only rash thing she’s ever done in her life is accept Nev’s proposal.
When the newlyweds arrive at Nev’s family estate, they discover that all the respectability and reason in the world won't be enough to handle a hostile next-door neighbor, mutinous tenants, and Nev’s family's propensity for scandal. In way over their heads, Nev and Penelope have no one to turn to but each other—but to their surprise, that just might be enough.
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In for a Penny
By Rose Lerner
Dorchester PublishingCopyright © 2010 Susan Roth
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Chapter OneJune, 1819
"Thirkell, you know what happened the last time we went to one of the Ambersleighs' do's." Lord Nevinstoke winced at the sound of a badly tuned piano from inside the town house. How had he let Thirkell talk him into this? "Can't we go to Amy's instead? She's laid in some lovely French brandy, just for us."
Thirkell rolled his eyes and shoved Nev up the steps. "After you've danced with my cousin, lent her some countenance, then we can go to Amy's and get as drunk as you like."
"But, Thirkell," Percy said, "I don't think we have any countenance to lend Harriet. We're disreputable, remember? And as Nev has so accurately reminded us, the last time we attended one of Lady Ambersleigh's little gatherings, the orchestra fled in hysterics."
"Well, if she wouldn't hire such bloody incompetent musicians," Nev grumbled, "I wouldn't have had to-"
"I'm sure she's forgotten about that by now! Besides, Nev, your father's an earl, and Percy here is-" Thirkell broke off.
"Yes?" Percy inquired poisonously. "What am I?"
"A very good dancer?" Nev suggested.
Thirkell shot him a grateful look. "Exactly what I was going to say. And we're all bachelors. Lady Ambersleigh will be delighted."
Lady Ambersleighdid not look delighted when the three young men were announced. Nev tried to avoid the eye of a young matron on whose new settee he had accidentally up-ended a punch bowl the month before, and that of an earl from whose son Percy had won almost two hundred pounds at piquet the week before, and that of a lady whom-oh, hell, he tried not to meet anyone's eye.
"There." Thirkell pointed to a mousy girl in the corner. "That's my cousin Harriet. Come on, I'll introduce you."
A few minutes later, Thirkell was dancing with his cousin, and Percy and Nev had engaged her for the following two sets.
"What say we investigate the buffet table?" Nev asked Percy. "I think I might have seen blackberry tarts."
"You didn't. Where would anyone get blackberries this early in the summer? Oh, look, it's Louisa."
The two young men were standing next to a line of wallflowers. Nev's sister Louisa was not one of those unfortunate girls. Despite her undistinguished brown hair and blue eyes, so similar to his own coloring, she was laughing and flirting with six gentlemen at once on the other side of the room.
Nev was struck by a sudden troubling recollection. "Oh, seven hells! My mother isn't here, is she? I was supposed to dine in Berkeley Square tonight."
"I don't see her anywhere," Percy said, and abandoned his friend to his own devices. Nev was unsurprised to see him leading Louisa out onto the floor a minute or two later. After all, none of the other gentlemen present had made Louisa her first wooden sword. Besides, Louisa was a minx; it was like her to use an old friend to make her beaux jealous.
A violin screeched painfully. Behind him, someone groaned. Nev turned. A slender, dark-haired young lady tricked out in orange silk was grimacing and whispering in an older lady's ear.
He liked orange, he liked slender girls, and he liked people who disliked bad music. Of course, it was improper to approach her without an introduction; and the older lady, swathed in appallingly purple satin, looked a bit of a mushroom. Nev didn't let that stop him. Unused to worrying overmuch about the niceties at the best of times, the bottle of claret he had shared with his friends before coming to the ball made him even less worried now.
"Good evening," he said to the girl. "It's awful, isn't it? I won't ask you to dance to this, but perhaps you might take a turn about the room with me? The hors d'oeuvres looked lovely."
Dark eyebrows arched. "Excuse me, sir, but I don't believe we have been properly introduced."
"How rude of me. I ought to have said straight off. Nathaniel Arthur Delaval Ambrey, Viscount Nevinstoke, at your service." He seized the hand that was not resting on her mama's waist and bowed over it with a flourish that usually made girls giggle.
She didn't giggle, but a corner of her mouth quirked up. "I said properly introduced."
"Oh, Penny, don't be so stuffy," her mama said. He was taken aback for a moment by her accent; it was pure Cockney.
It must have shown on his face, because Penny stiffened. "I'm not being stuffy, Mama. I'm merely trying to avoid complete impropriety. I'm sorry, my lord, but I'm afraid I must decline your offer."
"Don't listen to 'er, my lord. I'm Mrs. Brown, and this is my daughter, Miss Brown. We're very pleased to make your acquaintance, I'm sure."
"Mama!" Miss Brown hissed.
Mrs. Brown's eyes twinkled. "Bring me some lobster salad when you come back, love."
Miss Brown's jaw set, but she put one kid-gloved hand on Nev's arm. "Well, my lord, shall we walk?"
They walked for a minute or two without speaking. Nev was surprised when Miss Brown broke the silence. "You wouldn't, by any chance, be the same Lord Nevinstoke who broke into Almack's at midnight last month?"
"The very same. I can't take all the credit, though-Percy and Thirkell were with me. And it was Percy's idea to wear trousers. Were you there?"
Her mouth twisted. "I have not received vouchers."
"It's overrated. Your father's a Cit, I suppose."
She didn't answer.
Nev repeated the last few sentences in his head and panicked a little. "Oh, the devil-I mean, the deuce-I mean-" He collected himself. "I'm awfully sorry, I really shouldn't have said that. I've had a bit of claret, you know. Please forgive me."
For the first time, she smiled at him. "It's all right. I know it's obvious I'm not old money."
"Doesn't matter. I think it's terribly clever, you know, making money. My father only knows how to spend it." He paused, considering. "And gamble with it, of course."
Miss Brown didn't answer, but she took his arm a little more tightly.
Nev decided to be daring, and covered her hand with his. She looked at him and quirked a brow, but she didn't take her hand away. It was small and warm under his, and she was really very pretty, with fine dark eyes, a straight little nose, and a girlish mouth, thin and expressive. Her complexion, framed by straight dark hair, was almost translucent. He suspected she would freckle in the sun.
"Would you like to step out on the terrace?" he asked hopefully.
She laughed outright. "I hope I'm not such a green girl as that. But I will allow you to select some hors d'oeuvres for me."
"A task! My lady has set me a task! But first I beg a token of your favor."
"I'm afraid my red sleeve embroidered with great pearls is pinned to my other evening gown, my lord," she said with ironic courtesy.
His eyes lit up. "You like Malory!"
She flushed, as if it were something to be ashamed of. "I've always been fond of the Morte d'Arthur. I hope my taste in modern literature is rather more elevated."
Nev grinned. "Says you! I'll wager a pony you're hiding The Mysteries of Udolpho in your reticule even as we speak!"
She wrinkled her nose at him, and Nev wished very much that she were not a young lady, or that he were not a gentleman. He turned hastily to the buffet table. "Well, I shall now perform the momentous task of choosing your hors d'oeuvres. Hmm, this one seems a little lopsided, doesn't it? And this one's rather too brown. Aha! Here we have a perfect specimen!"
"Nev!" Percy gasped behind him.
Nev nearly dropped the plate on Miss Brown's skirts. "What is it, Percy?"
"Retreat, man, retreat! Your mother's got Thirkell!"
Nev started, and turned. Sure enough, Lady Bedlow had poor Thirkell at bay, her gilded curls bobbing indignantly as she shook her vinaigrette at him. Thirkell was sending Nev pleading stares in a manner that would soon betray his location. Then would follow recriminations, accusations of heartlessness, and probably some pointed jabs at poor Percy, who, Lady Bedlow was convinced, was Low Company and also Leading Her Precious Boy Astray.
"Where did she spring from?" Nev railed inwardly against the unfairness of the universe. Turning to Miss Brown, he shoved the plate at her. "Terribly sorry, I must be off." He met Thirkell's eyes and jerked his head at the door.
Thirkell took off for the exit, Percy and Nev close on his heels. At the door, Nev glanced back once. He caught a glimpse of Miss Brown loading some lobster salad onto her plate and shrugging ruefully across the room at her mother. Then he was out the door and under the stars, running down South Audley Street with his friends.
"Shhhh!" Nev hissed. "I'm trying to listen!"
Thirkell cheerily ignored him-and the soprano singing her heart out across the clearing. "Pass the ham."
"Oh, yes, will you serve me some too?" Amy asked.
"If I buy you rapacious eaters another ham, will you hush?" Nev speared a few slices of paper-thin Vauxhall ham as the plate went by.
"I should very much doubt it," Percy said. "Hand of piquet, Thirkell?"
"Not bloody likely. Not after watching how masterfully you fleeced Salksbury last night."
Percy smiled. "I'm wounded. You know I never fleece my friends."
"What are the stakes, then?" Thirkell asked.
"No stakes; I play for practice. My sister's sweet on the apothecary and if I'm to dower her before the Season ends and all my partners remove to the country, I need to be at the top of my game."
"Well, that's no fun. Penny points?"
"Oh, do be quiet and listen to the concert." Amy gave Thirkell a friendly shove. "You know how fond Nev is of Arne."
Nev raised his head to thank her, and his attention was wrenched away from Arne's aria by the sight of a slender, dark-haired girl in the box opposite, clearly shushing her companions. She looked across at the same moment, and their eyes met. The champagne seemed to go to Nev's head all at once.
"I say, who's Nev staring at?"
As if she could hear Thirkell, Miss Brown turned her attention firmly back to the orchestra.
Percy glanced across the lawn. "It's that girl he was talking to at the Ambersleighs' last week."
"Miss Brown," Nev supplied. "She likes music."
Amy leaned out to peer across. The movement knocked a yellow curl out from behind her ear to fall distractingly over her cheek. "She's pretty. Just your type too."
Nev felt a rush of affection for Amy. She really was a great gun, and never jealous. He tucked the lock back behind her ear. "Mmm. Too bad she's respectable."
She swatted his arm. "She's a deal more than respectable, you nodcock! She's rich as the Golden Ball!"
"What?" Nev glanced back at the box opposite. Miss Brown, her eyes closed, looked to be entirely focused on Arne; but somehow his fingertips burned where they still touched Amy's shoulder.
"Her dowry's a hundred and seventy-five thousand pounds." Amy was always better informed about these sorts of things than he was. "If you think she's taken a fancy to you, you'd best snap her up before someone gets in ahead of you."
"You don't say," Percy said. "What's her father do?"
"He's a brewer. Mrs. Brown used to be a friend of my mother's, back when they were girls." Amy sounded wistful, suddenly. "Wouldn't me mum have liked to lord it in a fine house in Russell Square!"
Nev put an arm around her waist. "But then we would all be deprived of your note-perfect performance in Twelfth Night."
Amy laughed, but she nestled closer. "Oh, you just like seeing me in breeches!"
"We all like seeing you in breeches," Percy said, "but I think Nev here actually listens to the words."
"You only listen to the words when no one else can understand them," Thirkell grumbled. "Remember when he dragged us to Reading Hall for that ancient Greek stuff? It was bizarre."
"It was authentic," Percy said. "My trick, Thirkell."
"It's always your trick."
Miss Brown was forgotten; Nev called for another bottle of champagne and another ham; and what with one thing and another, it was six in the morning before they left Vauxhall and stumbled back to Amy's, singing a naughty ballad that had been popular during their school days at Trinity.
One of his mother's footmen was waiting on the steps. Nev took one look at his face and had an abrupt, chilling suspicion that he was far too drunk to deal with whatever was about to happen. "What is it, Tom?"
"It's James, my lord," the footman corrected distractedly. "I've been waiting-I've got bad news-I'm that sorry, your lordship-"
"For God's sake, out with it before you scare him to death!" Amy snapped.
James looked as if he would rather be anywhere than where he was. Nev felt pretty much the same.
"It's your father, my lord. He's dead."
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Georgette Heyer watch out! With believable characters and a keen eye for period detail, Rose Lerner serves up a sprightly and splendid take on the classic marriage of convenience plot. Not to be missed by fans of the Regency romance. --New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Willig
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
In 1819 Lord Nevinstroke learns his father died leaving the family broke and in overwhelming debt. His sister Louise offers to marry a wealthy man even odious Lord Jasper, but Nate chooses to be the sacrifice. He is already attracted to the daughter of an affluent brewer Penelope Brown so he asks her to marry him, but is honest about his need. She accepts as long as he abides by her list and he agrees to her terms. At his family estate Loweston, Nate and Penny are stunned with what they find as the situation is even bleaker than they thought. The tenants are angry and their neighbor Lord Jasper stalks Louise. Worse his mom treats her daughter-in-law like dirt. Still even with his break up with his friends (Thirkell and Percy) and his mistress Amy, Nev seems happy as does Penny, but the past has a way of interfering with the future. In For a Penny; in for a zillion pounds stars two delightful lead characters from different walks of life and a strong support cast who enhance the class differences that is the prime theme of the tale. Regency romance readers will relish Rose Lerner's wonderful historical. Harriet Klausner
This is a Regency that heightens the romance by giving the reader a keen sense of some of the realities faced by people in the that era. There's more at stake here than a voucher to Almack's. This is well worth any reader's time, both for the romance and the history. A really, really good read---and, definitely, 'off the beaten track.'
I randomly came across this book on Goodreads, read the summary and was mildly intrigued. Then - I saw the cover, complete with a blurb from Lauren Willig. That was enough to make me immediately obtain and read it. The social status of Penelope Brown, our heroine, is a difficult one. Her family became rich via her father's brewery. This means they are allowed to travel in aristocratic circles, but it doesn't mean they are accepted. I've read books with this particular prejudice before, Secrets of a Summer Night by Lisa Kleypas being the first that comes to mind. It adds an interesting layer of complication to the story, and one I appreciate.Anyway, I loved Penny. She was a fantastic heroine...very smart and self-aware. When she receives an offer of marriage from Nev, she knows the reasons ($$) and she accepts them. They are both aware of why he is marrying her and I love the awareness of their relationship. It makes it easier for them to be honest and open with each other from the beginning. I loved seeing that - the way Nev knew that Penny (very cutesy nicknames, I know) would not only be able to help him try and rescue his family's country estate...but that she would be a necessity. The complications that arise with the estate's tenants and neighbors are very captivating and kept the story constantly moving forward. They also added a very colorful and unique cast of secondary characters to the story. I love the roles they played and the way everyone interacted with each other.Like I said before, the level of honesty between our MCs was very unique. I fell in love with both of them and loved watching as their relationship progressed. It is impossible not to root for both of them, so don't even bother trying to take sides.Definitely a worthy addition to the multitudes of historical romance out there, and this is an author I'll be keeping track of!
Loved this debut romance, and its sure, mature voice. I do wish the ending had been less abrupt, the writing was superb.
Very enjoyable historical romance set in 1819 England. I'm not a huge fan of romance books filled with lords and ladies, but this book managed to show the true side of those times by highlighting the poor who worked on the country estate and the riots of that era. Therefore the story was depper, more real life and thoroughly likeable and more to my taste.Good characters, wonderful period details and the author has done her research. I highly reccommend this book.
Penelope Brown is the wealthy daughter of a 'Cit' who made his fortune owning a brewery. Unlike many a historical heroine, she's not a young innocent miss. Yes, she's young. And yes, she's innocent in some ways. But she's also quick thinking, intelligent and has a mind of her own. She decides rather quickly to accept the offer of marriage from Lord Nevinstoke, better known as Nev.Nev, you see, quickly discovered upon the death of his father that he was deeply in death and responsible for his sister and mother. He's at a loss as to what to do since he's never had to work for a living. He was just a 19th century party boy. But after meeting Penelope at a ball, he is rather taken with her and thinks that with her money and his basic attraction to her, they can make a go of it.They make a go at making their marriage work, Nev thinking he's not good enough for Penny since he feels he's a failure at everything, and Penny not thinking she's good enough for Nev since she's not a member of the 'nobles'. But what makes this book work so well for me is they communicate with each other whenever they seem to be a cross purposes. Penny though, is reluctant to tell Nev of her growing feelings for him, fearing he won't feel the same. And Nev isn't what I consider an alpha hero - therefore I can say he's just adorable. He's like a fish out of water as he struggles to take up his responsibilities to his people and not be the wastrel that his father was.
Nice romance. Likable characters. Decent story. Right up until the inevitable moment when a fairly rational heroine has her requisite tstl moment. She is leaving her husband even though she loves him--he loves her--they share common goals and concerns. Why? The usual. He hasn't said the L word yet and she doesn't want to say it first in case he doesn't L her. Yawn. Big yawn for the weak and tired tension builder. Seriously. The hero had about 10 other issues going and has been nothing but nice. Grow up and give him a break.still gave it 4 stars . Easy reading.
In For a Penny is an absolutely delightful romance about two engaging people who find themselves tied together in a marriage of convenience. Fortunately they are both likable and have good hearts, which of course quickly leads to them dealing with sticky emotions like love and affection. Full review at Romantic Reads and Such on wordpress. (Complimentary copy provided in exchange for an honest review)
An absolutely charming and enjoyable historical romance, In for a Penny was a lovely read. I really liked it. I thought it was a sweet romance. Penelope was a sensible, intelligent kind of heroine, which I found refreshing. She was understanding, though unwilling to be made a fool of. I thought she was great. Nev was an absolute charmer. He was sweet, charismatic, and just adorable in general. And, when it came to the well-being of those in his care, he was willing to do anything. I thought it was perfect. The romance was lovey. Penelope and Nev were perfect for each other. They started out with an amiable relationship and it was nice seeing that deepen as they dealt with their new life together. I thought they were great together. The story was fast paced and really enjoyable. There were a few twists along the way and the ending was great. In for a Penny was a delightful historical romance and I really liked it. Romance lovers, this is a book worth the read. *I received a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
This is one of the best books I've read in a long time. Penny and Nev are the most lovable people in a romance, because they seem like real people not the fabulous, perfect H & H of historical romances. And please read Rose Lerner's other book A Lily Among The Thorns.
This was a well written romance, and two characters that were likeable and real. I read this in a couple hours.
I've read reviews that compared this book to those of Georgette Heyer's, and I have to say I very much agree. It definitely shares the period "feel" of her books--with a little (ahem) extra. The extra bits are nicely done and tastefully written--it doesn't at all read like modern heroes and heroines who are merely performing in a period drama, as some books do. I was completely drawn into Nev and Penny's world and didn't want to leave--I would have been tempted to try to slow down and make it last longer, if it hadn't been so intense toward the end. I just couldn't bear to put the book down and leave them in the situations they were in! I hope to read more from this author soon.