The Gentleman's Promise

The Gentleman's Promise

by Frances Fowlkes

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ISBN-13: 9781633759442
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 04/17/2017
Series: Daughters of Amhurst , #3
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 150
Sales rank: 665,232
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Frances Fowlkes lives in South Carolina with her high school sweetheart, three red-headed sons, and a spoiled standard poodle. When not writing about ardent heroes or strong-willed heroines, she enjoys spending time with her family, playing with making, and planning her next vacation.

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The Gentleman's Promise

The Daughters of Amhurst


By Frances Fowlkes, Robin Haseltine

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2017 Frances Fowlkes
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-944-2


CHAPTER 1

Lady Sarah Beauchamp was in want of a husband.

Her dowry was large, her looks agreeable, and her bloodlines as blue as the hydrangeas that bloomed in her mother's garden every summer.

And yet, she remained unattached.

Despite her benefactor's attempts at adding more money and a winning Thoroughbred racehorse to increase her appeal, the offers continued in the same vein as they had before.

Nonexistent.

It did not take a substantial amount of intelligence to discern precisely why such an eligible woman retained her unmarried status. It did, however, require indifference on her part where it pertained to the censure of others, a fair amount of courage to remain stalwart, and extra reserves of patience while waiting for the elusive proposal to appear.

If one were to be given at all.

A willing suitor had the matter of her past and of her poor choices to take into consideration. Specifically those regarding her shy elder sister Henrietta, and Sarah's attempts at helping her gain the attentions of the love of her life, The Black Earl, the very man who stood to inherit their family's estate.

While she had achieved her goal and seen her sister happily married, the assistance came at a cost and was, admittedly, done in poor taste and with great regret. For Sarah had, without caution, created noxious teas intent on putting the other women vying for the earl under the weather to improve her sister's chance of being noticed.

Good intentions, to be certain. Her sister's happiness meant more than the consequences acquired to achieve it.

Or so Sarah had believed.

She'd erred. And grievously so. Her overenthusiasm and lack of understanding Henrietta's avocation had caused greater illness than intended. The sight of her sister Albina ailing in her bed, beads of perspiration dampening her pale flesh as she moaned from stomach cramps inflicted by Sarah's teas, still haunted her. She had naught but to close her eyes to revisit the anguish she had caused her family once they discovered it was her inexperience that had laid Albina near death. The earl's sharp admonishments and the gasps of horror from both Henrietta and her mother at her admission rang in her ears — along with the whispered pronouncement that any chance to see her reputation redeemed was impossible.

She had offered her sincerest apologies and had sworn to no longer dabble with poisonous herbs or to sink to subterfuge to obtain her ends. But her repentance was too little, too late, and the damage done to her reputation irrevocable.

Thus, she remained unattached. And living quite apart from her sisters, both of whom had secured love matches of their own.

The thought of returning to Rosehearst without her sisters' laughter echoing through the halls or their voices of encouragement and support sounding in their favorite garden was enough for Sarah to consider drinking one of her own botched concoctions. She could handle many things, but being alone with the guilt suffocating her like a cloying perfume, and continually reminding her of past regrets, was not one of them.

Besides, Henrietta and Albina were both blissfully happy. And married. Their contented state only served to prove matrimony equated happiness. And happiness was exponentially granted in marriage.

Sarah, however, was neither. But she was determined to be both.

"You are not yet one and twenty, Sarah. You are as far from claiming the title of spinster as I am." Olivia, her dearest friend and hostess for the next month, peered at her over a colorful arrangement of mid-autumn flowers.

Olivia's pale blond curls complemented the mint-green walls of her private sitting room, with its gilded framed paintings of wild flowers the same hues as those at her fingertips. Her friend had a consoling yet animated air about her, every clip of a stem done with a flourish and an energy that Sarah's downtrodden countenance had long forgotten.

"You did not, however, unintentionally poison your sister."

"Only because I do not have a sister. Were I in possession of one, she would have undoubtedly been the victim of my well-intended meddling, same as yours. Besides, you could not have planned for Albina's overindulgence. How were you to know she would take to your particular blend of licorice tea and consume it in such vast quantities?" She stuck the chrysanthemum into a cluster of dahlias protruding from a porcelain vase.

A crackling fire in the stone hearth did its best to ward off the chill of the glum October afternoon. Wrapping the knitted yarn around her shoulders, she said, "If only you were so lucky to have a sister."

"I have four brothers." Olivia reached for Sarah's hand and clasped it between her own. Her flesh was warm in spite of the chill. "It is I who should be fearing spinsterhood. There is not a man alive who is brave or silly enough to seek my hand. Not when they must cross paths with each of my brothers first."

"Were I to have a house full of brothers who could share in intelligent conversation —"

"You would seek out female companionship as I have done. While brothers are diverting, they do not possess a basic understanding of fashion, gossip, or human emotion." She gave Sarah's hand a squeeze. "It has been a joy having you here these past few days. Be assured, when the time for your departure arrives, I will not let you go easily. Unless ..."

"Unless what?" Sarah asked.

"You are ensnared by Cupid's arrow and the husband you seek has arrived to whisk you away to your happily ever after."

Sarah pulled her hand from Olivia's and laughed. "Then it looks as though mine will be a difficult departure, indeed. When my mother's carriage arrives to return me to Rosehearst, grieving shall be the order of the day. There is nothing for me there but empty rooms reminding me of what my sisters have ... and I have not."

"I thought you were to return to your sister and assist with her lying in."

"I did as well. However, I received word this morning that Albina believes Henrietta, as the elder with two children of her own, would be of more assistance than I with none."

Olivia slid another chrysanthemum into the arrangement. "Rosehearst is a fine home."

"That it is," conceded Sarah with a small smile. "But a home is only a building without the souls who dwell within its walls. My sisters and I are close. Or at least we were. I feel as though they are slipping away, their conversations more about married life, their children, and their homes than the books we used to read so voraciously or which fashions we thought the most ridiculous. Albina's decision to choose Henrietta over me, her own twin, for her lying in only serves to strengthen my purpose." She peered at her friend through the fragrant greenery. "I need a husband."

Olivia craned around the flora to stare at Sarah. "So that you may share in your sister's conversations?"

Were it only conversations, Sarah would not have the stench of desperation clinging to her like a cheap bombazine. What kept her awake at night, what had worn her fingernails into painful, torn stubs, was a fear that was quickly becoming a reality — her isolation from everything she once held dear.

She was a societal pariah. A leper. A stain on her family's once good name. And her sister's children would suffer because of it. She needed a husband to polish off the tarnish and redeem her in the eyes of those whose opinions mattered.

"You must think of the positive and indulge in a little whimsy," Olivia persisted. She snatched a pink aster from the pile and twirled it between her forefinger and thumb. "You only need a little faith like the heroines in your beloved books."

Sarah blinked away her wayward thoughts to stare at her friend. "All the leads in my stories end up alone. Or dead."

"Everyone is owed a second chance. Especially when they have repented and shown remorse, which you have done and continue to do. Multiple times over."

Sarah brought a sprig of light pink Daphne to her nose and inhaled the faint citrus scent. "If only the rest of the ton believed as you. I'm afraid my future as a spinster is guaranteed. Unless you are Cinderella and possess a wish-granting tree."

"Why would two beautiful ladies require a magical tree?"

Sarah turned her head toward a deep, familiar voice. Mr. Jonathon Annesley, Olivia's eldest brother by seven years, stood in the door frame, his light brown hair brushing against the white trim. Sarah's lips spread wide, despite her dispirited mood. She couldn't help smiling in Jonathon's presence. His good-natured humor was infectious. One could never be downhearted around the viscount's firstborn.

"To keep meddling brothers out of their affairs, of course," Olivia said with a laugh.

"Ah, but those same brothers have their sister's best interest at heart." He strode toward them, his forest-green eyes sparkling with mirth. "She does not require a tree when she has brothers. If she is in want of something, she need only speak, and her wish is granted." He snatched a sprig of Daphne from Olivia's collection and twirled it between his fingers.

Olivia's eyes narrowed. "Is that so? Well, then, I wish to dance a waltz at the next ball."

Scrunching his nose, he shook his head. "I'm afraid the wishes have limitations, and that particular one has been denied. There are rules to be followed."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Would the same rule apply to Sarah?"

Sarah plucked the flower from Jonathon's grasp and handed it to Olivia. "Any willing partner outside of my kin and over the age of twelve will do. The last time I danced with my cousin's son, he stepped on my toes more than on the dance floor."

"When I think to the last ball, I believed your dance card full."

"I dance with those listed on my card," Sarah said, matter of fact. "I'm afraid my card was quite empty when I visited the nursery the day after Lady Dalton's ball. He took all of my spots and would have taken more, but Nanny said he was due for a nap, and I didn't wish to get him in trouble."

Jonathon glanced between Olivia and her, disbelief etched into the stark lines of his broad forehead, square jaw, and dimpled chin. "I don't understand. When last I saw you at a ball, a line of men fought for your attentions —"

"And when, precisely, was the last time you saw me dance at a ball?"

His cheeks stained a light shade of pink. "I suppose it has been two years past. At Lady Dewbury's annual spring fete."

Sarah nodded. She remembered his comforting hold on her hands, his encouraging smile, as he twirled her around the crowded dance floor. He had been so strong and certain, both confident in his steps and assured of his conversation. She could not help but feel at ease in his arms, a gentleman in every sense of the word. "Lady Dewbury's was my first outing after my introduction into Society. I believe you saved me a dance then."

"Of course I saved you a dance. Any man would be a fool not to."

Her face warmed. He had always been kind to her, doling out the occasional compliment or two. Her physical reaction to his pleasing words was a natural response to positive affirmation. Something she no longer heard, at least outside of her family and most intimate circle of friends. "I fear your memories of my popularity are from an earlier time — one prior to my botched attempts to secure the Earl of Amhurst for Henrietta."

"Are you suggesting that as a result of your misguided attempts to aid another, your sister no less, you no longer have dance partners?" He glanced between them, as though daring them to prove him right.

Which Olivia did. And without blinking. "Yes. Although it extends past the dance floor, to the drawing room and to Society in general. Sarah has not had an invitation to dance from a man outside of her family and ours in almost two years."


* * *

Were it not for Olivia's solemn tone and somber face, Jonathon would have believed himself the victim of yet another of his younger sister's japes. She was always about some folly or ploy to elicit a smile and gain revenge for his or one of their siblings' jesting.

They had, however, an unspoken rule amongst them. All mocking, while at times irritating, was never done with malicious intent. Their play was good-natured and done out of love.

Which was why he had to believe Olivia was completely serious in her words, and the dark English beauty standing beside him was being served a punishment undeserving of the crime.

He had heard the rumors. In his spheres of influence, it was hard not to hear the whispers of scandal and those ensnared in the societal death it delivered. But when the tongues had started wagging over Sarah's bout with poisoned tea, he had dismissed them out of hand as the simple misunderstanding he believed them to be.

Lady Sarah Beauchamp, the youngest daughter of a deceased earl, should in no way be hurting for a dance partner. With ink black hair and pleasing tawny-colored eyes, she was a natural beauty, a gem among the hordes of debutantes shoved in his direction.

He supposed, however, she was no longer a debutante but an unmarried woman at the end of her second season, same as Olivia. Though, as it were, Olivia's single status was purposely imposed. His father had deemed no man worthy of her hand, and he and his trio of brothers, agreed.

Sarah, however, had no stipulations attached to her proposal. In fact, the current earl had increased her dowry two-fold, if rumors were to be believed. Jonathon had thought it an act of generosity in appreciation for her work in bringing about the earl's marriage to Henrietta, her sister. He was wrong. Her dowry had doubled not out of gratitude but so she might entice a husband, because a small scandal had deemed her unworthy of a second chance.

Preposterous.

Surely her situation was not as dire as she claimed. Lady Sarah Beauchamp did not need money to draw a gentleman's attention. Not when she possessed a mind as sharp as any man's and a face far more pleasing than most women.

"Your dance card remains empty through no fault of your own," he said soundly. "I'm afraid the ton is populated with cowards intimidated by your wit, charm, and excellent dancing skills."

A light chortle sounded as a smile pulled at her pink lips. "You, sir, are far too kind."

His blood stirred, as it did whenever a pretty girl paid him a compliment. This girl, however, was not another society darling, but his sister's best friend.

Shaking his head, he mastered mind over body. "I only speak the truth."

Her gaze fell to her hands as she trailed a finger along the edge of her cream-colored shawl.

Transfixed by the simple action, he stared. His pulse skipped as his skin warmed, heated by the sensual flick of her forefinger as it touched upon the corner tassel ...

He closed his eyes and let out a low breath. He'd abstained from his carnal pleasures for too long, his desire to gain the favor of the older conservative Tories with his impeccable behavior now backfiring at the most inconvenient time — when he was not only attempting to right a grievous wrong, but also doing so in front of his sister and her friend.

Jonathon brushed a piece of lint off the navy sleeve of his jacket. "Know the ton and their way of thinking can be swayed. They need only a gentle push in a different, and apparently new, direction."

Olivia stabbed another aster into the vase. "What are you saying?" "I am saying opinions can be changed if the right heads are turned."

The women exchanged a glance. "Who deems which heads are needed to be turned?" Olivia asked.

"I do." He said the words with the same conviction he felt — he had swayed more than one vote in his father's direction, and over matters far more concerning than one girl's reputation.

Sarah's forehead wrinkled. "Are you suggesting you would assist in helping me earn the forgiveness I seek?"

"I am." It couldn't be that difficult to cull favor in a few influential houses. Her peccadillo was not as serious as others and ought to be easily forgiven ... with the right incentives, of course. A few coins in the right pockets would need to be dispensed, but heads were easily turned for the right price.

Now that he thought of it, he was rather surprised her benefactor had not considered this venue. Then again, the Earl of Amhurst had a few blemishes on his own name and did not carry the influence Jonathon and his father had worked so long to achieve.

"But why? What do you stand to gain in helping me?" she asked.

Jonathon returned his attention to Sarah and her furrowed brow. He had an overwhelming urge to smooth the creases wrought by her anxiety. She was far too fair to have her delicate features marred by the judgment of others, though she had a valid point. What did he hope to accomplish in assisting her with a dilemma that did not benefit his standing in the House of Lords, but could, in fact, jeopardize it with her tarnish?


(Continues...)

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The Gentleman's Promise 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Historical_Romance_Lover More than 1 year ago
This was a hard one for me to get through. I really didn't like Sarah that much. I like her much better in her sister's books... Having said that, it did have an interesting storyline. Sarah's reputation had to be fixed if she was going to have a life in ton so her best friend's brother helps her along. They end up falling in love in the process. This was just an ok read for me...
LightningCityBookReview More than 1 year ago
"The Gentleman's Promise" is a sexy and intriguing installment to Frances Fowlkes' Amherst Sisters series. This novel focuses on Lady Sarah Beauchamp. She inadvertently poisoned a houseful of debutants who were seeking the attention of the Earl her sister ended up marrying. Unfortunately Sarah miscalculated her recipe and many of the girls became deathly ill including her younger sister who almost died. Sarah's a social pariah in the ton. Regardless of having a sizable dowry she has no suitors nor any invitations to balls or soirees. Her only solace is her best friend Olivia Annesley who is steadfast in her loyalty. Despite of the infamous poison incident Sarah still educates herself in the study of herbs. She dedicates herself in becoming extremely knowledgeable regarding the effects of herbs and their effects on the human body. Sarah's also become a skilled vintner of curative wines. Olivia has several brothers the eldest, Jonathon, disbelieves that Sarah's situation is as dire as she and her sister describe. Jonathon's a young and up and coming member of the Tory Party in Parliament. He's working on garnering votes for a radical pet project, the formal education of former prostitutes. Jonathon, needs the backing of influential and conservative members of the House of Lords. He believes accompanying her and his sister to several social events will help Lady Sarah regain the ton's acceptance. Almost immediately Jonathon and Sarah find themselves thinking of each other as more than just friends. They're attracted to each other, especially when Jonathon discovers Sarah's fascination with the Kama Sutra. Even though they both know that Sarah isn't good for Jonathon they begin to succumb to their chemistry and attraction. Jonathon's attracted to many of the very qualities that make Sarah unacceptable in society. Jonathon realizes that aligning himself romantically with Sarah is political suicide. Unfortunately at the same time he realizes he's completely in love with her. Especially the moment an influential Lord takes ill she's immediately accused of poisoning the man by his wife. Lord Vincent's health declines becomes during the night. And Jonathon is told to bring Sarah to help relieve the him of some of his ailments. After a long night Jonathon and Sarah's resolve is weakened by their exhaustion. Jonathon declares his love for Sarah and tells her he plans to marry her, he takes her to his bed. In the morning the guests of the house party are still accusing Sarah of poisoning Lord Vincent. They say her plan all along was to cure him in an effort to redeem herself. Sarah's convinced that no matter she does she'll never be accepted by the ton. And if she marries Jonathon, their children will be shunned by society. Her friend, and Jonathon's sister, might never find a husband. And Jonathon's political career would be over. Sarah decides she must distance herself from Jonathon completely. She declares to all that she's officially giving up on conforming to society's standards. Sarah tells Jonathon all of the reasons why she can't marry him and he fights against her reasoning. But then he sees her logic, how it could affect his sister, and his future children. Then Jonathon lets her leave him. Frances Fowlkes creates unique and intelligent Heroines and smitten Heroes encourage and support them. To read the entire review please visit: http://wp.me/p4XqxF-1Rg This novel was provided, and honestly reviewed
TamWindsor_69 More than 1 year ago
This was a delightful story showcasing just how narrow-minded and fearful of knowledge high society could be. Sarah is shunned, because of a mistake two years prior and because she seeks to educate herself. But, she wants a husband. Jonathon is a well-respected member of society that makes a "gentleman's promise" to help Sarah redeem herself and find a suitable husband. In doing so, Sarah and Jonathon find themselves inexplicably drawn to one another. But, Jonathon also needs to fulfill a promise made to his deceased cousin. Marrying Sarah could ruin not only the plans he has been working so long and hard to see come to fruition, in honor of his cousin, but also ruin his good name in society. Sometimes, love isn't enough... or is it? *I received a complimentary ARC of this book from NetGalley & Entangled Publishing, LLC in order to read and provide a voluntary, unbiased and honest review, should I choose to do so.
gigiluvsbooks More than 1 year ago
A social pariah due to her scandalous activities, Lady Sarah Beauchamp yearns for redemption to obtain a husband. The assistance of Society darling Mr. Jonathon Annesley gives her hope of success. However, the more effort he puts into helping her, the more she realizes the only esteem she wishes to earn is that of the handsome Jonathon. However, her reputation would potentially ruin his political aspirations. Offering a gentleman's promise to help his sister's friend regain the favor of the ton should be easy for son of a viscount, Jonathon Annesley. After all, he's well liked and considered a rising star in Parliament. Until he learns Sarah's ultimate goal is a husband. No man is good enough and could ever appreciate her for all she is. But she is not for him—his focus rests solely on gaining reforms for society's weakest members. Yet, a promise made cannot be broken… Review: I was so angry on Sarah's behalf, she is a woman before her time and society shuns her for it. I love when historical romances feature a heroine is a bluestocking. There are so many twist and turns that the story can take with that type of heroine, which this story does. I loved Jonathon he is a man with a purpose and a good heart. He is willing to help Sarah get back into society's good graces, but also does not want her to lose her spirit. The romance was a slow build which made perfect sense for the story. So I did it again, I read a series out of order, but if you know me that happens all the time. I can truly say that the Author did a great job of catching up on the events that lead up to this story. So if you read them out of order you will not have any problems. This is also a new to me Author and I really enjoyed her writing and her characters. I definitely want to go back and read about Sarah's sister who rode as a jockey in the derby, she sounds fun too. 4Stars *I voluntarily read an advance reader copy of this book provided by the publisher.*
BookReview4you More than 1 year ago
'The Gentleman's Promise' by Frances Fowlkes is book Three in the "Daughters of Amhurst" series. This is the story of Lady Sarah Beauchamp and Mr. Jonathon Annesley. I have read the other books but feel this can easily be a standalone book. Although Sarah fall from the grace of the town did happen in book One 'The Earl's New Bride' when she was younger trying to help her sister. But they easily catch you up in this book. Sarah is wanting to marry like her two sisters but since the town hasn't let go of the past and her innocent scandal she doesn't get even a offer to dance. The Earl has up the dowry for her but nothing has changed. One day when talking to her best friend Olivia her brother Jonathon walks in to hear them wishing for a 'wish granting tree'. Jonathon finds out that Sarah is been pretty much turn away by the town. Jonathon offers to help her with getting back into the town's good graces. This was a sweet captivating romance! I have enjoyed Ms. Fowlkes books and this was another great story to be added to this series. "My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
Ajgray More than 1 year ago
I received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review. I loved the book. The love story of Jonathan and Sarah is well written and highly enjoyable. He tries to restore her place in society in order for her to find a husband and in the process comes to discover he loves her and does not wish for her marry someone else. I would highly recommend this book.
repsgoddess More than 1 year ago
The Gentleman's Promise by Frances Fowlkes is Book 3 of the Daughters of Amhurst Series. This is the story of Lady Sarah Beauchamp and Mr. Jonathon Annesley. While this story is part of a series, it can be read as a standalone. This was my first time reading Ms. Fowlkes work and I wasn’t disappointed. The author did a wonderful job of putting together a good storyline, a great cast of characters and a defined world that was properly portrayed for that time period. The writing was smooth and flowed well, keeping a steady pace and I found no lag or drag to deter me. Very enjoyable read and definitely recommended! Please note that an ARC was generously provided in exchange for an honest review of which this is both honest and completely voluntary.
FizzaYounis More than 1 year ago
It's a lighthearted historical romance, and I loved reading it. I've loved first two books in this series and this one is just as good. Lady Sarah is unlike any woman, she is intelligent, she reads, and not afraid of stating her opinion. Unfortunately those are not the traits which anyone admires in a woman. Scandal has touched her life and now she is unable to find herself a husband. When her dear friend's brother, Jonathon offered his help to redeem her in the eye of society, she accepts. But little did they know, it will not be an easy task. Apparently Ton is not willing to forget her misadventures, nor forgive them. Soon Sarah realizes how futile her efforts have been, she might never be accepted in society again. Now all she can do is make sure that people she loves do not suffer the same fate. I loved all the characters and it is quite well-written story. I adore historical fiction and Daughters of Amhurst is one of my most favorite series.
HeyerF4n More than 1 year ago
Friends to Lovers Regency style. Jonathan an aspiring politician and elder brother of Sarah's best friend vows to use his influence to rehabilitate Sarah in polite society (due to a foolish prank, she has been ostracised by all but family for the last two years). However, the views of the Ton are more intractable than he believed and it is now his reputation that is threatened. An enoyable piece of fluff. I received a complimentary copy of this book from NetGalley. I was not compensated for my review, and I was not required to write a positive review. The opinion expressed here is my own.