Lady Lost

Lady Lost

by Jane Goodger

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Overview

Seek, and love will find...

All Marcus Granton wants is to be left alone to lick his wounds after the humiliating scandal of his wife’s death in another man’s bed. Secluded in his moldering seaside estate on the cliffs of the North Sea, he suddenly finds himself host to Lady Lilian Martin, one small child, and an annoying cache of servants all bent on ruining his solitude. Seems the lady got herself into a bit of a pickle and is accused of murder, of all things. Now she must rely on him for protection—and to keep his thoughts and hands away from her delectable body.

Lilian has no intention of spending any more time with the insufferable Lord Marcus Granton than she has to. But at every turn, circumstances force her into his company, and by the time she’s ready to make her escape, it's far too late for her...and her heart.

Praise for the novels of Jane Goodger

“Fun, delightfully romantic—and sexy.” —Sally MacKenzie on The Spinster Bride

“A touching, compassionate, passion-filled romance.” —RT Book Reviews on A Christmas Waltz

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781601837899
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 10/25/2016
Sold by: Penguin Random House Publisher Services
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 60,266
File size: 753 KB

About the Author

Jane Goodger lives in Rhode Island with her husband and three children.  Jane, a former journalist, has written numerous historical romances. When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, walking, playing with her kids, or anything else completely unrelated to cleaning a house. You can visit her website at www.janegoodger.com.

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Lady Lost


By JANE GOODGER

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2016 Jane Goodger
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60183-790-5


CHAPTER 1

Lilian would never forget the first time she encountered Marcus Dunford. He was naked and glistening with sweat and the most glorious thing she had ever seen.

Not entirely naked. Had that been the case, she might have fainted dead away and been discovered, no doubt from the thump that would have sounded when she hit the marble floor.

She was eighteen and hiding from His Grace, the Duke of Weston, who for some odd reason had set his sights on her the very first day of the Barrington summer party, the first such event Lilian and her mother and sister had ever attended. Lilian had come out just that spring, and her debut had been underwhelming to say the least. They hadn't any money, nor real connections, so the number of events they had attended had been woefully limited. Still, her mother had saved and scraped for years in order for her to have her season, so Lilian had tried her best to attract, if not a titled man, then at least a rich one. As the daughter of an earl, her mother had expected that Lilian would receive far more interest than she had. But the truth of it was, the Martins had been out of society for so long, no one knew who they were. Those who did were not particularly impressed by her pedigree, given it came with no money and little influence. The new earl, a second cousin who had inherited the title following the death of Lilian's father ten years prior, was a religious fanatic who most would rather not be associated with. Worse still, Lilian, with her riot of multicolored hair that went from nearly blonde to red to brown, and gowns that were less than the height of fashion, wasn't at all considered au courant. It also hadn't escaped Lilian that, with her willowy figure, she looked quite a bit younger than her years. More than one person had wondered why she was coming out at all, thinking she was nearer to fifteen than eighteen years old.

Lilian was aware of all this even before the season started, but her awareness had only grown as the weeks and months went on. This house party that marked the end of the season was to have been her last hurrah before the three headed back to Cornwall and their crumbling manor house and their quiet, dull lives. What a miracle, then, that the Duke of Weston had chosen that very same party to come out of his prolonged exile from society and immediately and quite aggressively set his cap on Lilian. Her mother, of course, was thrilled. Lilian, far less so. It wasn't that the duke was old (which he was) or that he was not at all handsome (he was quite plump), but rather the way he looked at her. It made her skin crawl.

But she would marry him if it came to that. She would have to, for her mother, Anne, was dying and Anne's greatest wish was to see her daughters settled before she passed. That hopeful look in her mother's eyes tore at Lilian's heart as nothing else could. Her mother was desperate for her to marry, for her younger sister, Theresa, to be safe and cared for. The thought of the two girls being under the direct care of the current earl was just too much for Anne to bear, and she'd wept more than once at the mere thought of it.

If only her mother could live a few years longer, the girls would be financially set. Their grandmother had settled quite a large sum of money aside for her only grandchildren, but it would only be available to them after they turned twenty-five, and that was seven long years away. Lilian would have happily lived in Cornwall in their little manor house if only her mother would live just a bit longer. But she would not. As much as Lilian tried to deny the truth, it was difficult to ignore that Anne was withering away before her very eyes and it wouldn't be long before she was bedridden.

Which was why Lilian would say yes if the Duke of Weston proposed and also why, when she saw him talking to another gentleman in the hall, she quickly ducked into the nearest room and hid. Not very adult of her, but there it was. And there she was when two strapping young men entered the room, unbeknownst to Lilian, bragging about which one could do more push-ups.

Lilian had hidden herself behind the curtains of a bow window and was quite obscured by bushes from anyone who might pass by outside and by the heavy velvet curtain from anyone inside. What she hadn't realized was how very warm she would be in her little hothouse of a hiding place. She quickly became drowsy, and fell asleep, only to be awakened by the low tones of two men, one of whom was counting.

"Fifty-four, fifty-five. No, fifty-four, you didn't go all the way down, Marc."

"The hell I didn't," said another man.

"Fine. Fifty-five. Give up?"

"Never," the other man growled.

Lilian sat up as quietly as she could, painfully aware that the sun, which had been beating down on her mercilessly, had now reached the other side of the house entirely while she'd slept.

"Fifty-five, fifty-six. Your arms are beginning to shake, old man."

Lilian sat forward just enough so that she could look through the thin space between the curtains — and there he was in all his masculine glory, naked from the waist up, muscles bunched from the exertion, back glistening from sweat, chiseled jaw set with determination. She hadn't known men had so many muscles. His arms alone were a wonder, thick ropes of pure power, pistoning up and down in a way that made her feel decidedly odd. She suddenly found it difficult to breathe. His hair was dark and curling, slightly damp along his nape and forehead. His long body was prone before her, so she couldn't get a good look at his face, could only study his profile, his straight, masculine nose, his well-defined jaw, his strong chin.

He was the most beautiful man Lilian had ever seen in her life.

"Fifty-nine. Give up now, Marc, you'll never do it."

"Marc" shot a look at the other man, then lowered himself once again. The other young man was hunkered down beside Marc, his shirt open, his chest glistening slightly, and Lilian supposed he had already had his turn. He was a fine-looking man, but her eyes kept straying to the man on the parquet floor, lowering himself down, and then up, his muscles straining with the movement. For a fleeting moment, she wished he were completely unclothed, but she quickly pushed that horribly improper thought away.

"Sixty. Sixty-one. Damn it, Marc, do you have to best me in everything? Sixty-two. All right, you've won, you can stop now." Marc did one more for good measure, then pushed himself to his feet as if he could have done dozens more push-ups without a problem. The man called Marc laughed, and took up his shirt, wiping himself with it before putting it on.

"I fear Mr. Courtland is going to be quite unhappy with me when he sees my shirt," Marc said, looking down at the rather limp garment. He pulled on his braces with an easy gesture, and Lilian watched, fascinated. She had almost no experience with men, and here she was, watching one dress himself. Lilian couldn't recall seeing him during the season; she felt she would have noticed him if she had. The sun was behind him so she still was unable to get a good look at his face, and she had a moment of pure panic that she might see him again and not recognize him.

It suddenly became very important that she did.


* * *

"Lilian." She turned to find her sister waving at her from the wide door that led to the gardens outside. Though she was fifteen, Theresa looked like a tiny fairy princess in her white gown and golden ringlets and could have easily passed for a far younger girl. She had the boundless energy of a puppy, and whenever she entered a room, she drew the attention of anyone who was about. Back home, the servants indulged her shamelessly, and her mother could never say no to her. Theresa was slim (a wonder, given how many sweets she accumulated from the adults she met), and purely adorable — most of the time. The fact that Theresa could not participate in most of the season's events had been torture for her poor sister, who was used to getting everything she wished, be it strawberry tarts for dessert or a new ribbon for her hair.

Even though Lilian walked toward her sister, Theresa gave her a look of pure impatience. "Lilian, hurry."

There was to be a croquet match, and the two had planned to watch it together with their mother. Sighing, Lilian went to her fifteen-year-old sibling, whose enthusiasm over attending this two-week house party knew no ends. Poor Theresa had watched Lilian prepare for the few social gatherings she'd been invited to with unabashed jealousy, and Lilian had thought more than once that her younger sister, had she been old enough, would have been much more suited to a season than she herself was. Theresa adored everything that went into having a successful season, including the fashion and the flirting. Her sister didn't realize she was flirting, of course, but she had a natural way of charming everyone around her that would bode well for her when it was time for her to come out. In contrast, Lilian saw her season as a task that she must complete in order to make certain they would not be forced into abject poverty — at least until the sisters could obtain their inheritance at age twenty-five.

"Where were you? The match has already started," Theresa said, grabbing up her sister's hand and tugging.

"The match will last for at least an hour, Theresa. I'm certain we didn't miss much."

"Mother was nearly frantic because I couldn't find you and is now abed. Not from being frantic," Theresa added when she saw Lilian's look of concern.

Lilian grinned. "I was in the library. Hiding from His Grace." Lilian made a face and Theresa giggled. Lilian and Theresa had giggled in bed more than once in the past few days talking about the duke, whom Theresa had yet to meet. The croquet match was the first event that children were allowed to attend with the adults. "And while I was hiding, I fell asleep. Can you guess how I was awakened?"

Theresa shook her head, her eyes wide. "Not the duke!"

"No. By the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. At least I imagine he must be beautiful." She leaned to her sister's ear and whispered. "He hadn't a shirt on."

Theresa let out a satisfying gasp of shock. "Did he see you? Who was it?"

"That's just the thing. I haven't any idea other than his name is Marc. I didn't get a good look at his face, but he must be attending the croquet match, don't you think? He was ... perfect."

"Are you in love?" Theresa's eyes danced. Nothing captivated her interest more than talk of young men and marriage.

Lilian laughed, but her heart gave a small, ridiculous wrench. "Of course not. There's no such thing as love at first sight."

"Let's see if you can spot him," Theresa said, with unsuppressed excitement. "And then he'll see you and fall instantly in love, too."

The two sisters walked with exaggerated sedateness toward the small crowd watching the croquet match, and every once in a while Theresa would say something to the effect of, "Is that the one? In back, with the blond hair."

Lilian couldn't stop her stomach from being a jumble of nerves. She scanned the crowd, trying not to look as if she were actually looking for someone. Her eyes lit on the duke and quickly skirted over him lest he make eye contact with her. And then she saw him and clutched her sister's hand.

"I see him." He stood with the other man who had been in the library, and it appeared the two were having a serious and heated conversation. Lilian furrowed her brow, for it was unlikely such scowls from the two could possibly be due to the croquet match, which had not even begun yet despite Theresa's concerns that they'd missed the beginning. He was just as magnificent fully clothed as he was half naked. He wore the summer uniform of the well-dressed male, light fawn trousers, a single-breasted frock coat of blue, and a cream-colored vest. His hair beneath his straw boater appeared tamed from his earlier exertion, and he was still too far away to clearly see his face. Though what Lilian could see was pleasing: square jaw, straight nose, even features. She longed to make her way to the other side of the croquet field so she might get a better look, but was terrified that he would somehow know what she was about.

"Which one?"

"The tall gentleman in the boater. Blue coat. He's next to a man wearing an awful plaid coat."

Theresa clutched at her arm. "I see him." She squinted. "He doesn't seem all that special to me."

Lilian almost reminded Theresa that she hadn't seen his glistening and muscular torso, but thought better of it; Theresa was far too young to know such details.

"Shall I find out what I can? Mary Watworth is standing right by him. She might know."

Lilian pressed her lips together. "Yes, do. But be discreet, please."

Theresa gave her a look that said, Of course I will be, and headed in the direction of her man of interest. From the corner of her eye, Lilian could sense the duke looking at her and she did her best to ignore him. Her mother, of course, would have been exceedingly angry with her for not encouraging the duke's affections. But Lilian simply could not bring herself to do it, though she knew eventually she would have to.


* * *

"Married? He's married?"

Marcus Dunford, Lord Granton, the man she'd decided to marry, was already married. Lilian sat on a bench between her mother and sister, who had just gleefully imparted this information. Their mother had joined the sisters shortly after the croquet match ended, and they were now sitting on a bench beneath an arbor.

Theresa also discovered Lord Granton's sister had once been engaged to Weston, the very same duke pursuing Lilian. This Rose was, in fact, the very reason the duke had been out of society for so long. Theresa didn't know the details, but apparently something quite awful had happened between the two, and now, even though Weston and Granton's family were neighbors, they did all they could to avoid one another. Lord Granton, Theresa announced with no small amount of glee, had already left the party. Lilian was not amazed at the sheer amount of information Theresa was able to ferret out; she had a knack for it.

"Or perhaps he found out you're in love with him and he was trying to escape," Theresa said, and then, because she found herself so amusing, she clutched at her stomach in a vain attempt to stop laughing. At that moment, Lilian fervently wished Theresa had not been allowed to join her mother and her at the house party. She realized too late that while Theresa could be great fun, she was also rather adept at exposing one's weaknesses and capitalizing on them. And it was obvious that she would delight in torturing Lilian about her minor crush on Lord Granton.

"Why don't you go back to the nursery and play with your friends," Lilian said.

Theresa scowled. "You know I'm far too old for the nursery."

"I don't know, you may be nearly sixteen but you look ten."

Theresa stuck out her tongue and pouted, indeed looking like a young child. Lilian made a face at her little sister and was about to say something more when their mother interrupted her.

"Lilian, don't be mean to your little sister. I remember quite well what it was like to have an older sister who got to go to all the balls whilst I had to stay home. It seemed like forever before I had my own come out. Please do try to be more understanding. And what's this about a Lord Granton?"

"She's in love with him," Theresa sang.

"Lilian is not in love with Lord Granton," her mother said firmly.

"Yes, she is. She was staring at him all day. Like this." And Theresa promptly made her face go slack and her eyes go dreamy before she burst out into laughter. Her mother pressed her lips together, but Lilian could tell she was trying not to laugh. Encouraged, Theresa stood up and batted her eyes at the imaginary Lord Granton. "Oh, sirrah, I do love your curls and your broad shoulders."

"Stop it, Theresa. Mother, make her stop. I only wondered about the gentleman, and I had no idea he was married."

"Theresa, that will be enough," her mother said, then jerked her head so that Theresa would sit on the bench. "His Grace is coming," she whispered, then gave Lilian a frantic look, as if she could somehow tame her hair in two seconds. Indeed, the Duke of Weston was strolling toward them, a smile on his face as if finding them was a delightful surprise.

"Ah, three beautiful ladies," Weston said, bowing before them, and Theresa giggled, quickly stifling herself when Lilian gave her a small nudge.

"And who is this?" Weston asked, taking up Theresa's hand and bending over it. Theresa blushed, and Lilian smiled, thinking His Grace kind for making such a fuss over Theresa. Not too many gentlemen would have done more than acknowledge such a young girl.


(Continues...)

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Lady Lost 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Historical_Romance_Lover More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed Marcus and Lilian's story! Lilian is accused of a murder she didn't commit. She is on the run when Marcus rescues her and lets her recover in his home. As much as he doesn't want to feel something for Lilian, Marcus finds his attraction growing for her everyday. Add to the story a child, by Marcus's first wife and trying to solve the murder and we have a well rounded story. This was a great addition to the Lost Heiresses series and I throughly enjoyed it!
def618 More than 1 year ago
Lady Lilian fell in love with Marcus, Viscount Granton, when she saw him at a house party she, her mother and younger sister Theresa were attending. Her deceased father had left them very little and her ailing mother wants to find her a husband before she dies. An aging Duke who makes her skin crawl seems to be the only choice when she learns Marcus is already married. She is saved from marrying the Duke as her sister is determined to be a Duchess. A few years later, the Duke is dead and Lilian is a suspect. She flees and is found dirty and unconscious on the Yorkshire moors by Marcus who is now a widower, after an unhappy marriage with an unfaithful wife. As his estate is closer than a town, he takes her home. Marcus has to put her in his room as he has come to York to be alone, except for his 2 servants. Soon after he discovered Lilian, a woman came and left a young girl, Mabel, with him. His wife's child, but legally his. His desire for peace and solitude has now been ruined. Sadie, his housekeeper/cook, is convinced finding Lilian was a good omen and finds ways to keep her at his estate. When his mother, brother and sister-in-law show up and find Lilian and Mabel living with him, they demand he marry Lilian. They marry, discover the identity of Mabel's birth father and the murderer. There are a lot of other things going on, especially after the murderer is discovered, but I don't like to ruin the story. I enjoyed this book very much and hope you will read it. Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for the ARC.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book was so good, it had me from the start.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Miss Lilian Martin, age 18, is the daughter of a deceased Earl and her mother is a Countess. She is attending the Barrington summer party along with her mother and her younger sister, Theresa. It is the end of her first season and the girls and their mother are preparing to return to their rundown manor home in Cornwall. The Duke of Weston appears to have set his cap for Lilian but she does not care for him at all. Sadly, her mother is not well and she knows she will probably die soon. Her mother’s wish is that Lilian find a husband to care for herself and her sister. The girls will have a substantial inheritance from their grandmother when they turn 25, but that is a number of years away. But Lilian sees a man who makes her swoon. He is Marcus (Marc) Dunford, Lord Granton but - oh dear - he is married. The Duke tries to charm Theresa to impress Lilian but when she catches him acting inappropriately toward Theresa, she is shocked. However, the Duke marries Theresa and after the girls’ mother dies, Lilian has no choice but to live with Theresa and her husband. When the Duke ends up shot, Lilian is the murder suspect, so she flees with just the clothes on her back. Marc Dunford is now a widower. His wife, Eleanor, had cheated on him numerous times and died in another man’s bed. As he is returning from a trip, his driver happens upon a woman in the road and accidentally hits her. Putting the unconscious woman in his carriage, he takes her to his home, Merdunoir. The woman is Lilian. The following morning, a woman presents herself at Marc’s door with a little girl saying the chid is his. It turns out that the child’s parents were his wife and one of her lovers. Her name is Mabel and Marc agrees to keep her as legally she is his child. Mabel and Lilian become friends. While Marc is a sullen man and doesn’t like people around him, he finds himself challenged with a little girl and a cheerful woman in his home. What will this grouchy man do now? This story is delightful. While I wanted to shake Marc, I found that the author created the perfect character in Lilian. What a woman she is. Come enjoy this sweet story. Well done, Jane Goodger. Copy provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
MoniqueD More than 1 year ago
Marcus Dunford, Lord Granton, had left London a year ago, after his unfaithful wife’s death, and relocated to his dilapidated estate off the Black Sea. Never prone to emotional outbursts, he now wallows in solitude. One day, on his way home, his carriage nearly ran over a woman, who was lying on the road. Lady Lilian Martin had collapsed after escaping from her sister Theresa’s home, where Lilian was permitted to exist. Theresa’s husband, the nefarious Duke of Weston was murdered, and Theresa accused Lilian of killing him. Lilian had to flee. Annoyed at the disturbance, Marcus still takes Lilian in until she is well enough to leave. But as if things couldn’t get any worse, shortly after a woman shows up at his door with a five year-old little girl, Mabel, presumably Marcus’ daughter. Marcus has never strayed during his marriage, Mable is not his daughter, it’s impossible. So instead of being saddled with one unwanted houseguest, Marcus now has two. Jane Goodger is one of my favourite authors, and every time she has a new book out, I worry: will her newest book be as brilliant as the previous ones? And yet, she never disappoints. LADY LOST is Ms. Goodger’s most dazzling book yet, and the blurb barely hints at what delights await the reader. The first chapter, which sets the story up, is riveting, and what follows even more so. The dastardly Duke of Weston finally gets his comeuppance, and his timely demise is the basis for a very exciting mystery. Ms. Goodger is a master at creating exceedingly complex and intriguing characters, and she outdid herself with Marcus. Marcus, at first glance, appears cold and aloof; he has never learned to express his emotions, and his disastrous marriage has all but defeated him. On the other hand, up until her sister Theresa’s marriage, Lilian had a pleasant and uneventful life, and now she sees no hope of ever getting it back, yet she remains somewhat optimistic, and her sunny disposition doesn’t suffer very much from her terrible setback. Marcus is drawn to Lilian, and this is the last thing he wants, and sweet little Mabel thaws his cold, cold heart. He feels powerless, and because he is beginning to care for his houseguests, he cannot wait to see them leave. LADY LOST is a stupendous romance of extraordinary depth amidst betrayals, deceit, and pain, where several mysteries both complicate and help our couple to grow, especially Marcus. Ms. Goodger always writes heroes I care for, I believe in, and Marcus is one stellar character: he’s perplexing, fascinating, and at times very vexing. It’s so obvious that he is a good man in small gestures and well-placed words, he just doesn’t care anymore. As for Lilian, she is another wonderful creation from the author: Lilian is relatable, perfectly lovely, and seemingly unbreakable. As always, Ms. Goodger’s historical accuracy is irreproachable, her prose flowing and eloquent, the pacing is impeccable, the dialogues splendid, and the sex scenes are poetic marvels of tenderness. And when one little word was uttered, my eyes filled with tears. Let’s not forget either the superb secondary characters or the truly adorable Mabel. LADY LOST, as all of Jane Goodger’s books, will brighten the dreariest day and lighten the heaviest heart, and not with subterfuges, but because of the author’s impeccable storytelling and gorgeous writing. I very, very highly recommend LADY LOST. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.