A Bewitching Lord of Her Own: A Historical Regency Romance Book

by Lucy Langton

  “I would do anything for you if I knew that it would make you this happy,” Flynt said with a bright smile. Dowager Statham and White then joined them, happily chattering about the performance, the sound of her voice, and how beautiful the song was with all the different instruments.

  “It was one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever done,” Ada admitted. “I do hope everyone in attendance enjoyed the performance as well.”

  “Trust me, my dear. This is all anyone is going to be speaking about until next Season,” Dowager Statham said with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you receive many invitations to dinner parties and balls to perform more and more.”

  “My word, how wonderful would that be? To be able to do this again,” Ada said in a dreamy voice. “However, I am not going to focus on such a possibility. I’m far more concerned about raising this child.”

  “But it’s perfectly adequate to have more than one passion in life, my dear. Perhaps from time to time, you would enjoy performing for others. This is not to say you must accept every invitation,” Flynt said to reassure her.

  “That is right,” Dowager White said happily. “You will become a rare commodity by picking and choosing where and when to perform.”

  “I am happy that I have all of you to guide and support me,” Ada said, then turning her eyes on Flynt. “I couldn’t be happy in the whole world with anyone but you.”

  Flynt nodded as he smiled, taking her hand in his. As Ada spent the rest of the evening receiving many compliments and praises from their guests, all she could really think about was how happy she was with how her life had turned out in the end. She had truly fallen in love with a man and was happily married to him. They were expecting their first child together, and all the troubles of their past seemed to be in the past.

  Ada wasn’t sure what would happen next in their lives now that the Ton was quite aware of her singing voice. But as she danced the next song with Flynt, all she could think about was him. He’d been quite a scandalous man, and now that they had shared a deep love for one another, he had turned into the best version of himself. He was kind, considerate, and had plenty of romantic ideas up his sleeve. He was certainly the perfect husband for her.

  “Ada, I hope you will never grow tired of me saying how much I love you,” Flynt said into her ear as the dance steps brought them closer together.

  “Never, my love. I shall listen to you say the words to me each day and never grow tired.”

  THE END

  Can't get enough of Ada and Flynt? Then make sure to check out the Extended Epilogue to find out…

  What has Flynt learnt after all these years of marriage?

  Why would Flynt miss his best friend’s wedding ceremony?

  Why will Ada choose to name her son “William”?

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  (After reading the Extended Epilogue, turn the page to read the first chapters from “To Tempt a Dashing Lord”, my Amazon Best-Selling novel!)

  To Tempt a Dashing Lord

  Introduction

  With no dowry to speak of, Miss Catherine Hall has become quite desperate as she will most likely never marry. Her brother, the Earl of Sedgewick, has squandered their family’s fortunes, leaving Catherine no other option but to seek employment as a companion for Lady Evergreen. But Catherine’s foreseeable life will change forever when she meets the dashing Lord Kingston. Every time their eyes meet a fire starts deep inside her chest. Will this seductive young man awaken feelings inside her that she could never dream of?

  Lord Marcus Kingston, has returned from the Peninsula, to take up his position as the Viscount of the Ralston estate and take care of his infant nephew after his brother’s sudden death. Marcus can’t raise the child all alone and he’s desperately in need of a wife. Even though the tempting Catherine seems to be the perfect bride, he highly doubts his decision to marry a Lady he feels very attracted to, but barely knows. Will he manage to turn this unexpected marriage into a passionate one?

  Lost in their lust for each other, both Catherine and Lord Kingston will have to make big decisions that will dramatically change their lives. Torn between burning passion and desire for more, will they regret this marriage, or will it turn out to be greater than they could ever imagine?

  Chapter 1

  Miss Catherine Hall’s smile was brighter than normal, for she was doing the one thing that brought her the most joy after all the sorrows she had endured. She sat with the younger children of the orphanage, reading them a children’s book with bright, colourful pages.

  Her employer, Lady Evergreen, sat in a chair next to her as Catherine read the story slowly and the children leaned forward in anticipation. Since Lady Evergreen, Countess of Waverly, a widow with no children, was the orphanage’s patroness, they often visited the children there to bring them goodies and play with them.

  Today, Catherine was reading one of her favourite books to the children. The History of Little Goody Two-Shoes not only captured the children’s attention each time, but it told of an orphan who one day marries for the better. Catherine read with enthusiasm as the children began to lean forward from where they sat on the floor, all eager to hear what would happen next.

  “Then what happens?” one of the children yelled out as Catherine slowly turned the pages to read how Margery Two-Shoes married the local landowner.

  “Now, we won’t discover that if we have children shouting,” Catherine said sternly, causing the child to quieten down once more. She smiled at all of them as she nodded her approval to the small one.

  The children all clapped happily as the book came to an end, a few calling out for Catherine to read another book. Lady Evergreen chuckled at their enthusiasm, gripping the top of her cane in her hand as she looked out over the small crowd.

  “Come now, children,” she said. “Why don’t you all see to the toys I have brought you? Enjoy playing with them.” The children cheered happily and raced to their beds to open up the packages that contained a new toy for each of them. The room filled with the sound of happy children as she and Catherine simply watched the splendour.

  “It does my heart good to see these poor children so happy,” Lady Evergreen mused.

  “I agree, My Lady. I do enjoy spending time with the children. I always look forward to our visits to the orphanage,” Catherine admitted.

  “That pleases my ears to hear, Miss Catherine. I wouldn’t want you to become bored in your position to an older woman.” Catherine chuckled as she looked toward the Countess. She might be much older than her, but Catherine had learned that appearances were often deceiving.

  “I don’t think a single day in your employment has been a boring one, My Lady. I look forward to each morning with you and will do so until we both pass on.”

  “Considering the fact that I don’t ever plan to die, then I can only assume that we will be spending much time together for years to come.” Catherine nodded her agreement as she turned her eyes back on the happy children. They were all taking turns showing each other their new toys and playing together with their things. Catherine had never known such poverty in her lifetime. And it wasn’t until this past year that she had even considered any sort of employment.

  Catherine sighed as she thought about her current predicament. She knew she should be at her father’s townhouse, enjoying a leisurely day or visiting with all of her acquaintances. The Season was in full swing and she should be dining with a multitude of families each night to find a prospective husband. There would be dinner parties, balls, and perhaps even trips to the opera to see the Ton dressed in their finest and on display for the masses to see. But instead, Catherine needed to work to keep a roof over her head and food in her belly.

  When her parents passed away a few years ago, Catherine had every faith in her younger brother that he would be a wise earl. He’d inherited the family fortune and title at the age of eighteen and had been tutored since a
young age to one day be responsible for everything. She had no doubt in her mind that Denver would be a fine gentleman and present her to the public for her own Season.

  However, that was not the case at all. The wealth of her father went to Denver’s head. He desired more than simply maintaining what they already had. He began to make risky business deals that fell through. And when he needed a way to quickly recoup everything he’d lost, he started to frequent the gambling halls in the hopes of winning big. When Denver started drinking heavily, Catherine knew that he had become a lost cause.

  When word started to circulate about their dire need of money, Catherine started to receive quite a few different offers from gentlemen. At first, she thought she actually had chance at marrying after all even though her brother could no longer offer anyone a dowry in exchange. But it became rather clear to her that these gentlemen only wanted her for a mistress in exchange for money and protection.

  One particular gentleman, Lord Whetstone, had been rather forward with her on more than one occasion. He’d forced a kiss upon her lips at a dinner party when they were together in the gardens. Catherine had thought he’d taken her outside to propose. When he gave her a different offer, she had been appalled and tried to return inside immediately. He’d tried to force himself upon her then and only through brute force had she managed to escape, feeling more embarrassed than she ever had in her life. Her gown had been ripped and her reputation had plunged even further.

  Employment soon came Catherine’s only option. Without her brother around to offer her protection, and no wealth of her own, she had been forced to start searching for an opportunity to survive. She’d met Lady Evergreen at Hyde Park right before the fashionable hour. She’d stumbled and was leaning heavily on a tree when Catherine approached her and offered her assistance.

  They’d formed a strong connection afterwards, especially when Catherine had explained her current situation. Lady Evergreen took Catherine under her wing, opening her house to her as her companion. In return, Catherine’s reputation was forever ruined after entering the service industry. Without any other option, it was the only thing Catherine could do to keep a clear conscious about herself.

  “You’re doing it again, my dear,” Lady Evergreen said, causing Catherine to focus back on her reality instead of becoming lost in her thoughts.

  “Forgive me. I was getting carried away again,” Catherine said as she forced a small smile to her lips.

  “I know things are not ideal. But you shouldn’t sulk so. It will give you wrinkles.” Lady Evergreen was never bothered about speaking her opinion. Catherine figured it was a benefit of growing old.

  “You must never have sulked a day in your life, for you don’t have a single wrinkle,” Catherine replied, a true smirk coming to her lips then.

  “Don’t patronise me, young lady. It will not lead you to gaining a higher income,” Lady Evergreen said, a smile on her own lips as she said the words. Catherine had learned to never really take anything Lady Evergreen said very seriously or personally. The woman was rather brave in her words and never feared who might overhear her.

  “Would you play skipping rope with us?” asked a young girl as she approached Catherine.

  “I would love to,” Catherine replied, thinking that by playing with the children she might be able to distract herself from her own personal woes. She enjoyed visiting the orphanage mostly because she knew that the likelihood of her marrying and having children of her own was rather slim. Therefore, she was quick to share her motherly love with these children when she and Lady Evergreen had no children to tend to at home.

  ~*~

  Marcus stepped out of his carriage and looked up the walk towards the orphanage. He could hear children laughing from within, yet all he could do was scowl. He wasn’t really particularly interested in going inside. Yet, he’d promised his aunt that he would make an appearance during her bi-monthly visit to the place to which she donated the majority of her wealth. Or whatever was left of her overbearing husband’s fortune.

  Marcus walked up the stone path to the orphanage after passing through the open gate. The smell of Town was rather stronger in these parts, as the poor and the disadvantaged lived in cramped homes. The orphanage was always full of children whose parents had either died suddenly from illnesses that were more prevalent in this part of Town, or who had been left there on purpose when the parents could no longer afford to keep them. All in all, it was a rather depressing place to be when he already felt rather depressed.

  Stepping into the orphanage, Marcus was quickly greeted by one of the attendants that worked at the orphanage. She greeted Marcus and then showed him through the building to where his aunt was currently presiding. It was there that Marcus saw a room full of the younger children playing with what appeared to be brand new toys. No doubt they were the latest contributions from his aunt, and perhaps even a bit from his own charitable donation after an attempt to improve his family’s name.

  But what surprised him the most was the sight of a young lady, dressed in finer clothing than the attendant who had greeted him, playing jump rope with the young children. They all laughed together as the young lady did her best to keep up with the rhythm, holding her gown a bit higher than what was proper so she could clear the jump rope with ease. And when she missed the rope that came to smack against her ankles, the children all laughed with delight.

  “Oh, my goodness,” the young lady said as she clutched her chest and regained her breath. “You all are so good at jump rope.” She looked towards his aunt, and that’s when she seemed to realise that he was in the room and immediately lowered the hem of her pale-yellow gown back down onto the floor. She turned away from him quickly as though to compose herself before holding the end of the jump rope so the children could have their turns.

  “Ah, my dear nephew. Come join me,” Lady Evergreen said, pulling Marcus’ attention to his aunt. He sat down in the chair next to her, forcing a smile onto his lips as he greeted her.

  “It is good to see you after you’ve been out at sea for so long. We barely had the opportunity to visit at the funeral,” Lady Evergreen said as she rubbed her hands together before placing them back on her cane. Marcus wondered if she was cold during the warm weather of Spring. She was wearing a satin gown made of dark burgundy with black lace trimmings that truly showed that she still had plenty of style and class for a widow of wealth.

  “My days have all started to blur together since I returned to the news of my brother’s sudden death. I wasn’t ready to bury him…wasn’t ready to be an earl,” Marcus said, keeping his voice low since he wasn’t sure who might be listening to their conversation. He could never really trust those he didn’t know fully when it came to personal matters.

  “No one is ever ready for death, Marcus. Well, perhaps besides me. When your uncle passed away from seeking the bottom of his brandy glass too many times, I became the happiest woman alive,” his aunt said, causing Marcus to actually smirk at the comment. It was no secret that Lord Evergreen often over indulged and had a handful of concubines. Marcus sometimes wondered if his aunt had a hand in his demise. She had always been the sort that was rather forward and bold with her words and actions.

  “I’ve known too much of death in the number of years I’ve been alive. The war against France seemed to give my life purpose as I served as captain of my own ship. I lost men at sea, yet the water seemed to swallow up all that death. Now, back in Town, I feel the weight of my brother’s death each day,” Marcus said, feeling as though he’d never really be able to get over the depression he’d succumbed to.

  “Your body is still recovering from your own wound to the leg, Marcus. You need time to heal your body and mind. And both of those things won’t happen if you don’t become more active. The name of Kingston will become but a whisper if you don’t show yourself more in public.”

  “I’m working on it, Aunt. I’ve come today at your request. I have an invitation to dine at Lord Hunter’s home w
here he plans to introduce me to all sorts of gentlemen.”

  “My goodness, Marcus. You need to broaden your social circles. I know you and Lord Hunter served together in the Navy, but there is more to life than war and death.”