Lady Arabella Sutton is stunned to learn her brother has betrothed her to a stranger despite his promises for a season in London. Although she is the first to admit no man would suit, since she's more interested in horses than marriage, the last thing she wants is to become a brood mare to a stuffy old earl. Facing a future she cannot abide, she takes an impetuous ride to clear her head and ends up tending her injured mare instead.?
Oliver Westwyck, the Earl of Marsdale, can't believe his luck when he stops at an inn the night before he's to meet his fiancée. In the stable, while tending the colt he intends to give to his future wife, he happens upon her—rain-drenched but beautiful. She assumes he's a stable hand, a fine joke he means to end...until Lady Arabella declares all noblemen are egotistical, conceited, and arrogant. How can he reveal his true identity before he's managed to change her mind and win her heart?
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Rebecca Thomas enjoys a love-hate relationship with Alaska. She lives there with her husband and two teenaged sons where she appreciates all the unique things the last frontier has to offer. When she isn't reading, writing, or playing board games, she is cheering for her sons at their hockey games and tennis matches.
A reluctant reader as a child, she didn't become interested in books until her teen years when she discovered historical romance. Now she loves all sub-genres of romance and can't decide which one is her favorite.
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The Earl's Christmas Colt
By Rebecca Thomas, Robin Haseltine, Kerri-Leigh Grady
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2013 Rebecca Thomas
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Sussex County, England, December 1819
Thunder grumbled in the distance, corresponding in perfect harmony with the uncertainty simmering in Lady Arabella's belly.
Why had Will summoned her to the library? Meeting there was never a good sign, because only matters of great importance were broached in that room. Regardless of what her brother wished to discuss, she was going riding afterward. Her maid helped her secure the green fitted jacket over her long skirt and bodice. "Thank you, Millie. Did you ask Basil to ready my mare?"
"Yes, my lady. Although he grumbled about the weather and the appropriateness of a woman riding alone."
The fresh scent of lemon oil on the banister filled the air as Arabella descended the curved staircase with Millie on her heels. "Must a head groom always verbalize his misgivings over my actions?"
"Yes, my lady."
At the bottom, Arabella paused. "You may go now. I won't require further assistance until I return."
"Yes, my lady." Millie scurried past without making eye contact.
Millie was usually quite chatty and always met her gaze. Arabella frowned. Servants and maids knew everything that happened inside their master's home, oftentimes sooner than the masters themselves. Something was definitely amiss.
On edge, she glanced toward the oak-paneled double doors and clutched her riding gloves. Five years ago when she'd learned of her father's illness, it was in the library. Her mother's passing and subsequent funeral arrangements had been discussed in the dreaded room, too. She took a deep breath and nodded to the footman manning the entrance.
Must she always expect the worst? Mayhap Will had good news to share. Or, mayhap it was the afternoon's gray clouds that inspired such dismal thoughts.
Inside the large room, she took in the hundreds of volumes of books on shelves covering three walls, and imagined her father sitting with a leather-bound book in his lap, a glass of brandy on the end table, and a cigar in his hand. If she inhaled deeply enough, she still caught the tiniest hint of tobacco.
At the scuff of boots, she glanced toward the fireplace and found Will staring at the flames. After a moment he turned. "Thank you for coming."
Arabella fidgeted with the high-ruffed collar of her riding habit. "Why have you summoned me?"
"Never one to mince words are you, sister? Fine. Won't you sit down?" He gestured toward the mahogany gilded chaise longue with fraying blue damask fabric.
"No, I'd rather stand."
"All right then. No sense in waiting to tell you." Will strode around the sofa, closer to her. "I've arranged a match for you."
Incredulous, Arabella glared at her brother. He'd chosen her husband without her consent? Without considering it necessary to ask her? "I thought I was going to attend the season. I thought I would have a choice."
"I gave you a choice last season and you wouldn't select anyone, so now it's up to me. The London season doesn't suit you, I understand that. I do. You'd rather be in the stable with your precious horses than in a ballroom dancing."
"Perhaps that's true but —"
"Let me finish. You're well past a debutante's age, need I tell you? I've not pushed the issue because of Father's death, but he's been gone over two years now. It's time you marry. Trust me, Arabella," he said, his tone softening. "I would only select someone whom I believe you would be compatible with." With a hopeful smile, he extended his hand.
Decorum insisted she take it, while the stubborn part of her recognized his action for what it was — coercion. With a few words and a touch, he expected her to give up her dreams and instead follow the path he'd chosen. She'd found little interest in the season, and knew this day was coming, but she just didn't expect it today.
"He needs to be a fine horseman," she said, "or you know we won't get on well."
Irritation flashed in his eyes. "I know what kind of person suits you. Give me some credit. He's an earl, holds several other titles, and he's next in his line to inherit a dukedom." Arrogance curved his smile. "You should thank me. You're engaged to a future duke."
Any normal noblewoman would be thrilled at the prospect of marrying a duke, but all Arabella could imagine was how her freedoms would be taken from her.
"I've never met a single duke I liked." She crossed her arms over her chest.
Will gazed skyward, snorted, and shot her a look of disgust. "My beloved sister — more concerned whether her future husband is good with horses, than his pedigree, title, or fortunes."
"Why has this duke agreed to marry me?"
Will straightened his coat. "He isn't a duke yet, but he's a good man, Bella."
Her suspicions grew. Bella? The shortened form of her name Will used only when he tried to get his way. "If he is such a catch, then why isn't he selecting a young debutante in London?"
"He's not the type to go courting debutantes. He's a very private man, and an old friend of mine."
Annoyance churned within her. An old friend, which equaled some deplorable scheme. Or something was wrong with the man. "How old is he?"
"Four and thirty."
The image of a bloated, decrepit man who drank in excess came to mind. She wanted to strangle her brother. "He's nearly three feet from the grave."
"If that's your opinion, then I'm two feet from the grave."
Perhaps he'd slip and fall in. Inwardly chastising her errant thoughts, she asked, "He'll be requiring heirs?"
"Isn't that why every man marries?" her brother replied too smoothly. "At least a man of his rank. You haven't even met him yet. Don't judge him so harshly."
"Don't judge him so harshly? You decide to step in and dictate my life and expect me to thank you? To offer no judgment? Tell me," Arabella said, all thoughts of easing her brother's burden forgotten and her anger building, "did this almost duke find my lineage up to his standards?"
"Don't Bella me. Blast it, I feel like breeding stock." Her mind spun with outrage. "And he's agreed to marry me without having met me?"
"Yes. It isn't so unusual."
His mild tone grated on her further. She didn't want to discuss this right now; she needed time to think, to sort everything out. Arabella turned and headed toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Out ... riding. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Don't be glib with me. I can see your intention to ride, but it's going to rain and it's cold enough to turn to snow."
"And now you care? Tell me, is it because I am your sister, or for what you will receive through this arrangement?"
His face reddened. "You're being difficult."
"No," she said without apology, "I'm a woman who just learned she's to marry a stranger, nearly an old man, and leave behind everything she knows, without her permission." She yanked on her riding gloves. "Do you remember when we were children and we'd play pirates?"
Sadness and fear gripped her heart. She wasn't good with change; she liked her life steady and predictable. Tears pricked the back of her eyes. "I wish one of those pirates would capture me now and steal away with me."
"Bella," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "you can't escape this."
She drew a deep breath and stood up taller. "I know my place. I don't intend to."
His gaze darkened with empathy. "Don't you want to know his name?"
Without glancing back, she padded to the entry, and stopped without turning. "Of course, what is his name?"
"Oliver Westwyck. The Earl of Marsdale."
She mouthed the name. She supposed she should get used to it. In her mind, the name Oliver conjured an image of strength, not a drunken old man. Mayhap some credit should be given to Will, but she wasn't feeling particularly obliging at this moment.
Her brother's footsteps echoed behind her. "He'll be here in time for our Christmas party tomorrow."
She gasped and spun around. "Tomorrow?"
Will nodded. "He'll spend Christmas with us, then you'll be married on the twenty-seventh."
The air she'd sucked into her lungs moments ago burned in her chest and her knees wobbled. This was all happening too fast. "Millie," she yelled. "I need my riding crop."
"Confound it all. Why do you have to be so difficult?" Her brother's hand settled on her shoulders.
"How am I being difficult? I didn't say anything."
"That's precisely my point. He wants to marry you." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Don't leave yet. We need to speak more on this subject." At her frown he said, "If you insist on leaving, let me send one of the grooms with you. It's not safe riding by yourself, especially as the weather might turn at any moment."
She couldn't accept his affection or concern for her safety. It was easier to be angry with him. Easier to argue with him. "I'm plenty safe on Sutton lands. Or are you thinking I might injure myself ... what would your friend say then? He wouldn't want an injured bride, because he needs a healthy woman to produce heirs for his future dukedom."
Will's mouth tightened. "Do you know how many women would wish to be in your position?"
Producing heirs — in her position? Forced to the altar with a man she'd never met? Was that all she'd ever be to a man, a means of producing heirs?
She longed for something more. Longed for the freedom to do as she pleased without having to answer to a stranger who was to become her husband.
In her free time, she galloped across the countryside, over jumps and hedges, through rivers and forests. When she rode, a rush of happiness swept through her that she'd never experienced in any other way. Her brother, like her father before him, allowed her the freedom to be outdoors with the animals she loved. But what of her future husband?
"My lady." Millie shot Will a fearful glance before presenting Arabella with her riding crop.
"Thank you," Arabella replied, haunted by the constricting image of running a household and chasing after children, with no occasion to be with her horses. Her mind racing with ideas, she stepped outside, ignoring the chill in the air.
There must be a way to escape her conundrum. Oliver Westwyck, the Earl of Marsdale, was due to arrive at Black Pine Hall tomorrow. If she couldn't convince her brother not to marry her off, maybe she could convince Marsdale he didn't want to marry her.
She marched across the stable yard and considered the best way to make a man not want her.
At her approach, Basil held Andromeda ready for her.
Stepping on the mounting block, she climbed into the sidesaddle. "My thanks." She unhooked the loop holding her skirt in place for walking. With her ankles appropriately covered, she turned her mare and kicked her into a trot. Once past the long winding gravel road and outbuildings, she let Andromeda have her head.
The breeze blew off her riding cap and pins came loose from her hair. Enjoying the thrill, the freedom of racing across the countryside, she leaned against the withers and urged her horse faster.
Her steed's mane whipped across her face as they sped over the rugged, hard-packed road, the steady sound of hoofbeats thumping the ground in a heartening rhythm. Nerves tightly wound began to ease, and a smile tugged at her mouth. Riding always provided a temporary respite from her worries; if only it could solve this marriage problem as well.
The farther she rode away from Black Pine Hall, the darker the afternoon clouds became, but she refused to let the gloomy weather besiege her already-troubled heart. She concentrated on the power and brawn of the animal beneath her, but Andromeda's stride faltered, and before Arabella could recognize what was happening, her mare's head went down. Arabella pitched forward. Gasping for breath and gripping the mane, she managed to stay on.
Her mare trembled as she dismounted. "Steady girl." She patted her shoulder.
With expertise, Arabella rubbed her hand over each of Andromeda's legs searching for an injury. Discovering no warm spots in the fetlocks, she lifted each hoof and grimaced at the sharp stone wedged in the spongy mass of the mare's front right hoof. The culprit. Guilt swept through Arabella as she quickly removed the stone. "I shouldn't have pushed you so hard."
Taking in her surroundings, she recognized the forested area ahead that bordered the Sutton estate's hunting grounds. She had bigger problems than whom she was going to marry right now. With her mare's hoof injured, she was too far from home to make it back by dark and she needed shelter for the night. Although an unoccupied tenant cottage they sometimes used during hunting season lay beyond the ridge, she must seek help at Brighton. Her mare needed proper treatment. Once there, she would send a missive to Will.
A raindrop plopped on her nose, followed closely by another pelting her cheek. She glanced up. Curls of dark-gray clouds melded with black in ominous swirls. Without warning, lightning cut across the sky, followed by the sharp blast of thunder.
Her mare's eyes widened and she stamped the ground.
Arabella patted the animal's neck. "We will be out of the weather soon." Taking the reins, she strode toward the Brighton coaching route.
Intermittent raindrops transitioned into oppressive sheets. Wind slapped at her heavy skirts and battered her face, but she pressed onward through the mud-entrenched road to shelter.
"It seems that even the weather conspires against me." Arabella rubbed the velvety softness of Andromeda's nose and sighed. "Listen to me, feeling sorry for myself while you're suffering a hurt foot. This storm is like the troubles of life, and it, too, shall pass and you'll heal given some time to rest." And she prayed it was true. Andromeda's injury would heal and somehow she had to find a way to reconcile this idea of marriage to a would-be duke.
Shielding her eyes, she peered through the cutting rain and her spirits dipped. Mayhap the storm was God's way of informing her it was time to quit fighting the role society had deemed appropriate for her, let her brother sculpt her life, and succumb to the confines of matrimony as a good lady ought to. She should have selected a suitor last season, but truly no one interested her. Then again, if she was being completely honest, she hadn't tried very hard to find someone. She had given a halfhearted attempt, and look what it had gotten her.
With grim steps, she pushed on through the slash of rain until the coaching inn and stables came into view. Thank goodness. With a sigh of relief, Arabella gathered what little strength she had and trudged toward her sanctuary.
The scent of worn leather, moist hay, and horses welcomed her inside the blessed dryness of the stables. Exhaustion seeped through her shivering limbs as she searched for a groom. Frustrated, she glanced down the stable's corridor lit by a single lantern. "Anyone here?"
From a stall several paces away, a man emerged. Rough trousers outlined long, muscular legs. Wet chocolate-brown hair, a little longer than was fashionable, curled against the top of his tweed coat. Caught in the shadows, the strong cut of his face left her unsure if she should be thankful for his presence or if she should run.
A shiver swept through her. With his authoritative stance, surely he wasn't a groom? Except, if he was a gentleman, why was he caring for the horses? Whatever the scenario, it mattered little as she was wet, her horse needed attention, and a missive must be sent to Will. "Excuse me, I've traveled quite a long way and could use some assistance. Are you the stable master?"
* * *
Oliver Westwyck stared at the rain-drenched woman covered in mud spatters. The lantern's pale light illuminated wind-tossed hair splayed in varying directions. Despite her state of disarray, she spoke like a confident young woman though she watched him with a touch of apprehension. Did he know her? She looked vaguely familiar. Propriety dictated that he should properly introduce himself and inform her he was not the stable master, but something held him back.
At the silence, she cleared her throat. "My family's estate isn't far from here. Well, it's quite a fair way when you spend half the distance walking. Excuse me, I'm rambling. The storm has rattled me a bit. I'm Lady Arabella Sutton. My mare came up lame several miles back. Will you please see to her?"
Stunned, Oliver stared in disbelief. Of course, the familiarity was in her resemblance to her brother. The same brown hair, straight nose, narrow chin ... tall and lithe; even covered in muck, she was beautiful.
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I've loved every book I've read by this author, so much so that I actually searched for anything written by her and discovered (and bought) this one to read - and I found it to be a brilliant, engaging, historic romance that I thoroughly enjoyed reading! Lady Arabella Sutton was distraught to learn that her brother had arranged for her to be married in a few days time to someone she has never met. Fearing that her relatively independent life is about to end, she goes off for a solitary ride on her beloved horse. Unfortunately, the horse gets a stone in its hoof and a storm approaches. Desperate to get them both to shelter she goes to a local inn where she asks the man in the stables to help her injured mare. Little does she realise that he is her betrothed, Oliver Westwyck, the Earl of Marsdale, especially as he uses a false name when introducing himself. As she goes on to despise all Dukes, he would like to get to know her more before informing her of his true identity as her future husband. Will he manage to get her to revise her views of Earls and more especially himself? Could this became more than an arranged marriage as the two are mutually attracted? What will her reaction to his lies be? You’ll just have to read it yourself to find out! Lady Arabella is a feisty, outspoken, horse loving lady who had not found anyone she considered marriageable during her season. Indeed she had learnt to despise many of the so called gentlemen she met. When her brother arranges her marriage to an older man she really doesn't trust him to have chosen well, not realising just how much he loves her or his reasons for doing so. All three main characters are brilliantly portrayed in this relatively short story and the author uses fantastic word craft to paint vivid pictures in the imagination of the reader, taking them on an adventure into the past in this sweet, enjoyable romance that I have no hesitation in highly recommending to anyone looking for a well crafted, engaging historic romance with an opinionated but loving leading lady and a lying but caring gentleman . . .
Lady Arabella is shocked to discover that her brother has given her hand in marriage to an older man. So far she hasn't been able to find a man that she could bear to live with, let alone one that shares her passion for horses or doesn't mind her outspokenness. Distressed at the news of her impending marriage, Arabella takes off for a ride on her horse. But when her horse sustains an injury away from home, she meets a stable hand who just might change her mind about marriage. It's too bad he isn't from her class. This was a short, but sweet story. The historical setting is perfect for the plot and the author created great visuals for the reader. The characters were well developed for the length of the novel. I liked the interaction between the two main characters. The author also portrayed the brother as caring, when he could have come off as callous considering his actions. Overall it was a fun story and I will be checking out other books by this author. I received this book free of charge from Netgalley in exchange for my honest review.
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' I received a free ARC of this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review ' Lady Arabella's brother informed her that she will be married in a couple of days to an Earl. She is not happy. She does not want to be married right away and to someone that she does not know. So she goes out to ride her horse. This is how she clears her head and gathers her thoughts. After a bit she is not as upset about it as she was but now she is too far from home and there is a storm so she goes to the closest place. There she runs into a man that she wrongly assumes is the Stable Master, but is really her fiancé Oliver. Oliver is stunned when he finds out who the beautiful girl is. But he see's this as an opportunity for them to get to know each other. He does not tell her who he is but tells her he is a horse breeder. What will Lady Arabella do when she finds out the truth? I thought this was a very sweet short. I don't like that he lied but I do like that he tries like crazy to keep an eye on her and keep her safe. Even when she runs off. If you want something sweet and short to read I definitely recommend this book. I thought it was great and would be interested in reading more from this author. ' Read and Reviewed by LSK Sweetheart Reviews '
Last night, I finished The Earl's Christmas Colt by Rebecca Thomas. First off, this is a very sweet innocent story about a young woman whose brother basically arranges a marriage for her. All right, this story is short and sweet. Lady Arabella Sutton tends to love horses a little more than people. So, she's a little different. Oliver Westwyck, the Earl of Marsdale is basically just looking for a wife and doesn't really want to go through the bout of courting another lady, since the first time didn't go so well. So, he agrees to marry Arabella no question ask. Seriously, that is the gist of the story. If I give any more than that, it will be the whole story. Here is the bottom line if you are still in the mood for a Christmas that is short, sweet and clean, you might give The Earl's Christmas Colt a try. Copy provided by the publisher
I loved this charming tale. The dialogue and setting were realistic, taking my to the 19th century. I immediately adored Bella for her spunk and determination. The earl was confident but sincere. Thomas' writing is polished and clever, making this a fabulous read,
A sweet mistaken identity holiday story perfect with a cup on cocoa on a cold winter's day. Guaranteed to warm your heart and leave you with a smile on your face!
51 pages, but so well done you don't feel like you missed anything. There was a timing issue of things, but it was minimal.
If you're looking for a short and sweet read, look no further! Although this isn't very long, Rebecca Thomas manages to make the connection between the characters very real and believable. I also love a heroine in historical romance to be outspoken and not so easily swayed by the men's decisions. Arabella is strong and intelligent, and is a good match for Oliver, the Earl she's been set to marry. Mistaken identity can be hit or miss, but here it was done very well, and served to forge the familiarity between the characters. It's hard to believe this story takes place over only a few days! A feel-good novella that doesn't feel incomplete is hard to find. I'm so happy I found it with The Earl's Christmas Colt. I'll be reading more of this author's books for sure! :)
Lady Arabella has always been close to her brother Will. She cannot believe he would betroth her to the Earl of Marsdale, Oliver Westwyck with at least consulting her. When she unexpectedly gets caught in a rain/snow storm when her mare’s foot is injured, she seeks shelter at a local inn. The mysterious Mr. Carrington comes to her rescue but much to her surprise, he is not who he says he is. Perhaps not all dukes, brothers and strangers are not as crazy as they seem. This is a cute, quick holiday read—perfect for this time of year. And for $0.99--it is a steal too!!
The Earl’s Christmas Colt is the perfect read for a cold winter’s day. The story is well paced, sweet, and really heart warming. I really enjoy historical romance so I thought this would be a quick enjoyable read, and I was right. Our main character is Lady Arabella Sutton, a independent young woman with a incredible passion for horses.She’s not a meek woman and despite the short amount of time I got to spend getting to know her I really liked her. The Earl of Marsdale, Oliver, was also really enjoyable and despite his bit of bumbling I really enjoyed how earnest he was. I rarely read historicals where the love interest has a title and a sense of humility, so this was a really nice change of pace. A short book requires a short review, or I run the risk of spoiling the sweetness of the story. If you like stories that leave you feeling happy and warm, then The Earl’s Christmas Colt just might be for you. This is my first Entangled Flirt story and I’m really looking forward to reading even more books from their line.
A sweet, lovely historical romance, The Earl's Christmas Colt was a wonderful read. I really enjoyed reading this sweet romance. Both of the main characters were lovely. Arabella was a likable heroine. She was strong willed and determined to live life on her own terms. My only issue with her was that she was a tad over dramatic at times. Otherwise, I really liked her. Oliver was very sweet and utterly adorable. I thought he was perfect. The romance was very sweet. Arabella and Oliver were lovely together. The plot was fast paced and I was hooked the entire way through. I really enjoyed the sweet story and the ending was lovely. The Earl's Christmas Colt was a wonderful historical romance novella. I really liked this book. Romance lovers, if you want something to make you smile, this is the novella for you. *I received a free copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review