Debutantes Don’t Date

by Kristina O’Grady

  At the stroke of midnight…

  One minute Grace Lancaster is an overworked event manager organising 2013’s New Year’s Eve ball… The next she’s kissing a rather gorgeous man at the Regency themed party. Everyone’s entitled to an out-of-character New Year’s kiss, right? Except Jasper Mossman, Earl of Bingham, isn’t at a costume party - he’s a real-life gentleman from 1813…

  And, it seems, kissing a man in Regency London has consequences!

  What Grace considers normal behaviour scandalises Regency society and so far she’s provided the irrepressible gossips of the ton with a season’s worth of conversation! In a scramble to protect her reputation, as well as his own, Jasper insists that they marry for the sake of her honour. Marrying Mr Darcy might be a 21st century girl’s dream – but the reality is far from romantic. Corsets are uncomfortable, no running water is disastrous! Grace had always planned on falling in love before she got married, but when Jasper takes her in his arms she just might believe she’s finally found her very own Prince Charming.

  Debutantes Don’t Date

  Kristina O’Grady

  www.CarinaUK.com

  KRISTINA O’GRADY

  has always loved telling a good story. She took up writing at a young age and spent many hours (when she should have been doing her math homework) writing romance stories in a book she hid in her sock drawer. She still remembers the first romance book she ever read. She was without anything to read (oh no) while on vacation with her family and bought a book in the small shop in the hotel lobby. It involved an Earl, a horse and, of course, a Lady with a very bad fever. Since then she has been hooked on the Regency era.

  Kristina grew up on a cattle ranch in Western Canada and although has been told many times she should be writing about cowboys, she can’t seem to leave the fantasy of Dukes and Earls alone. She worked in the Oil and Gas Industry for several years first as a labourer, machine operator, crew foreman, technician and eventually as an environmental consultant. She loves getting out in the fresh air and enjoying the peace of nature. In mid-2000 Kristina met her own knight in shining armour/cowboy who swept her off her feet and across the world to New Zealand, where she now lives on a sheep and beef farm with her amazingly supportive husband, three gorgeous young kids, seven working dogs and one very needy cat.

  Contents

  Cover

  Blurb

  Title Page

  Author Bio

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Extract

  Endpages

  Copyright

  I would like to thank all the people who helped me bring this book together. You know who you are; all the babysitters, cheerers, readers, writing partners/critiquers, friends and family. Thank you all so much, I don’t think you could ever know how much your help and support means to me.

  A special Thank You to RWNZ for your fantastic writing support, to Harlequin’s SoYouThinkYouCanWrite 2013 contest for passing my manuscript along to Carina UK and finally to my editor, Victoria Oundjian.

  To Gramma Lee, for inspiring me to write in the first place.

  To Carl Block and Doug Moss, for the motivation to follow my dream.

  And to Mick, because I love you.

  Chapter One

  The Duke and Duchess of Kensington’s Manor

  New Year’s Eve

  London, 2013

  “For crying out loud, woman, take a break already! This party’s not going to come apart if you take ten minutes.”

  Grace Lancaster’s headset vibrated with her boss’s gruff voice. There was so much to do before midnight; she really didn’t want to stop. She knew from experience that as soon as she did, some disaster would strike. And with this being the biggest account she’d ever handled, she couldn’t afford to listen to her boss’s advice. And why did he always yell into his headset microphone? He did the same thing with his cell phone; it drove her absolutely nuts. She reached up, turned down the volume and rehearsed a little lie in her head before responding.

  “Thanks, Ron. I’ll take a break after I do one more check around the room. Oh and Jane,” she said to her assistant through her headset, “could you check the refreshment room for me? A little old lady told me the crab cakes have run out; we have to keep to the theme so we need them. And the Duke wants to speak to you, Ron. He mentioned something about a bonus.”

  She knew the mention of a bonus would keep Ron off her back for a little while, and that part wasn’t a lie; neither was the thing about the crab cakes. It was just in the part about taking a break that she stretched the truth. She watched the crowd flow around her. They were all dressed in costumes from the Regency era. The Kensington Kings and Queens New Year’s Eve Ball was an annual event and this year’s theme was the early 1800s. The Duke and Duchess of Kensington had been putting this ball on for generations. In fact, the ball itself dated back to the Regency period. Of course then it wasn’t a charity event, but a ball for high society, all the Lords and Ladies of the ton would vie for an invitation. Nowadays, you had to pay for the privilege of attending, and it wasn’t cheap: at over £3,000 a plate, the charity that was supported always made a hefty profit for the night.

  Surprisingly, Grace was able to take a quick break just before midnight; she figured she might as well take one now as getting one after 2014 rolled in would be impossible. She grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and downed it quickly before replacing her glass with another. The bubbles tickled as they slid down her parched throat. She didn’t usually drink and she definitely didn’t like sparkling wine, but she was so thirsty she couldn’t help but have another glass. She could feel the alcohol make its way through her bloodstream. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes for a moment to relax.

  She felt a bit ridiculous dressed in full costume of Regency England, especially with her event manager’s headset on, but then again everyone else was dressed up so she fitted in with the rest of them. There were even several Prinnys, the Prince Regent, present, all dressed as flamboyantly as possible. She thought she looked quite respectable with her simple but elegant dress. She loved the puffed sleeves and high waistline. The style suited her body type and she was happy she’d found this costume yesterday at a second-hand store. It was too bad she couldn’t wear this kind of clothing every day instead of her business suit and stilettos.

  She reached up and took her headset off for the first time in seven hours. As she set it on the small table next to her, she noticed something sparkling on the floor under the table. She bent down to pick it up. She didn’t have anything sparkly on her costume so it must have fallen off someone else’s dress. She would put it in her bag and take it to the Duchess in the morning. Just as her fingers clasped the object, the power cut out and the room plunged into darkness. Amid the screams she could hear the clock striking twelve.

  ***

  Th
e Duke and Duchess of Kensington’s Manor

  New Year’s Eve

  London, 1813

  Lady Anne Higgins waited beside her mother, Lady Alderton, for Lord Bingham to come and escort her for a set. Her mother had already turned away three suitable gentlemen in her confidence that Lord Bingham would walk her out for the first dance. Lady Anne didn’t think he was even here yet.

  “Anne, darling,” said her mother in a low voice, “I heard a rumour today from Lady Bishop that Lord Bingham is planning on speaking with your father tomorrow to ask for your hand. About time he did. I can’t understand why he didn’t ask for your hand when you first came out. He does need an heir, as we all know, and it has been arranged, I just don’t see why there is the delay.”

  “Really, mother, I don’t see how Lady Bishop would know if or when Lord Bingham is going to marry.” Lady Anne turned her head and tried to pretend she was somewhere else.

  “Of course he is going to marry, darling. He can’t make you wait much longer. It is your third season after all. He won’t want to wait until you are too old to bear children, so it must be soon that he will ask.” Lady Anne knew her mother was getting nervous for her. If Lord Bingham didn’t offer for her soon, she would be on the shelf and then she would never attract a suitable husband. “Where is that man? He should be here to escort you to the floor.” Lady Alderton craned her neck around trying to see if her future son-in-law was anywhere to be seen. “Oh, here comes your brother.”

  Lady Anne watched as her brother, Robin Higgins, Baron of Wester, came towards them. Even though he was dressed in the latest fashion, he looked bedraggled as though he had been in a scuffle. He didn’t appear to be bleeding or bruised, so he couldn’t have been fighting. Besides he wouldn’t have wanted to mess up his pretty face, she thought cynically, he had probably just been drinking again at his club. She loved her brother dearly, but she knew he wanted something otherwise he would never seek her and their mother out.

  “Hello, fair ladies. You are shining more brightly than any other belle here tonight.” Robin bowed formally over each of their hands before flashing his signature smile at them. “I was hoping you’d saved me a dance, dear sister. What do you say? Will you twirl around the floor once with your dear older brother?”

  Lady Anne smiled in spite of herself. He was always able to charm her. “Of course, dear brother, I would like nothing more.” She placed her gloved fingers on his arm and followed him out onto the dance floor where the other dancers were waiting for the set to start, glad at least to be away from her mother.

  “I needed to get you away from mama. I have a favour to ask,” Robin whispered in her ear just as the music started so that she spent the rest of the dance waiting for the inevitable. Just as she thought, he wanted something.

  As the dancers caught their breath, Robin whisked her out the door into the garden. “Follow me, Anne. We won’t be disturbed down here.” Anne followed closely, trying not to trip on a wayward branch or stone. It was dark in the garden and cold. She shivered and regretted not being able to retrieve her wrap before venturing outside. His Grace should invest in some more lights. Maybe she should mention it to the Duchess next time she saw her, although she supposed that the dark corners of the garden provided some privacy for couples seeking some air.

  Anne’s thoughts about lights and dark garden corners disappeared when Robin opened his mouth. “I have decided when Lord Bingham marries you, I’ll put half of your monthly allowance into investments on your behalf.” He held his hand up and waved it around when she opened her mouth to protest. “Now now, don’t thank me. It’s the least I can do for my little sister. I wouldn’t want to see you not being looked after when you leave father’s care, now would I? I’ve already had my man draw up the papers. I’ll bring them around first thing in the morning for you to sign. Well, maybe not first thing, eh? I think that I will go off to my club and celebrate your good fortune. Take care, sis.” Before Anne could say anything at all he kissed her cheeks and turned and walked away from her. He left her alone in the garden! He was going to invest her money was he? She’s like to see him try! He must have run out of money again. He was always living far above his means. Father had cut him off last year after having to bail him out one too many times. Now he was after her money! It wasn’t as though Lord Bingham wouldn’t look after her himself. And besides, she had plans for that income. Oh, he made her so mad!

  Lady Anne looked around her. It was so dark in the garden she could barely make out the path back to the house. Wonderful! She’ll probably twist her ankle heading back.

  Jasper Mossman, Earl of Bingham, surveyed the room. He wasn’t sure why he was even here tonight. He’d already picked the next Countess. He just hadn’t informed the lady as yet.

  The ball was a huge crush. He could barely move for all the people here. Invitations to the Duke and Duchess of Kensington’s New Year’s celebrations were always coveted by the ton. As an earl, he of course was invited. One did not forget to invite Lord Bingham to events. Mothers were always in high hopes of their daughters becoming the next Countess.

  Jasper could see Lady Anne Higgins standing next to her mother on the outskirts of the dance floor, more than likely waiting for him to escort her out for a set. She was lovely with her blonde curls and flowing dress, a smile always on her lips. Her mother? Lady Alderton waved enthusiastically in his direction. Jasper turned in the other direction. If it wasn’t for her mother, he would have asked for Lady Anne’s hand by now. He just couldn’t endure that woman. He shuddered at the prospect of having her as a mother-in-law. Maybe he could move Anne and himself to the estate in the country, that way her mother wouldn’t visit that often…but then again when she did visit, she would stay for days, weeks or months even. Umm, maybe they could move to the Americas. God, it was giving him a headache and he hadn’t even married the girl yet.

  Ah, there was Eaglestone coming through the door now. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be an absolute bore after all. Jasper watched his friend Philip Blade, Baron Eaglestone make his way down the congested steps into the ballroom until a loud collective gasp across the room caught his attention.

  What the devil? He turned towards the commotion near the refreshment room. Some silly chit was making a spectacle of herself; her skirt was almost up to her waist! And it didn’t appear as though anyone was coming to her rescue.

  “What’s the world coming to when a lady’s mamma can’t even keep her daughter’s stockings out of view?” Philip said when he made his way to Jasper’s side. “Good thing Lady Anne would never act in such a disgraceful manner, eh Bingham?” Philip nudged him with his elbow and winked.

  “What’s that, Philip?” Jasper peeled his eyes from the enchanting display to look at his friend. “Sorry, I got a bit distracted,” he grinned.

  “I was just saying Lady Anne would never behave like that in public.”

  “More’s the pity,” Jasper mumbled. “You’re right about that. Remind me, why am I offering for her again?”

  “‘To carry on the succession’, of course. ‘We Lords must all do our duty one day’,” Philip quoted in his father’s stern voice. “Lucky for me, I am still expected to have my fun, while you, my old friend, must take up your duty at once.” Philip laughed.

  “You’re only two years my junior.”

  “That may be, but I’m still free to have my fun. You, my friend, are not. And if you don’t mind, I think I’ll go and partake in some of the fun that is expected of me. You should go and enjoy some too, before you become betrothed tomorrow.”

  “I haven’t asked her yet, and maybe I won’t,” although they both knew he was talking rot. “Besides, who is to say that Alderton will even agree to the match anyway?”

  “If you ask, he will agree,” Philip stated deadpan. “He won’t get a better offer. Besides, it is expected. Your parents arranged it with him after all. I think he would be more surprised if you didn’t ask. Word is Lady Anne has been groomed to marry you and only yo
u. You can’t disappoint her, now can you?” he said with a wink and another nudge.

  Disappoint her? No. Disappoint himself? Aye well Jasper felt more and more disappointed every passing year. His world was closing in on him and there was nothing he could do about it. The responsibility to his family and his line pressed down on his shoulders as a tremendous weight. He’d felt it since his father died, but lately it was dragging him under. He put on his best smile and said, “You know me, my friend, I never disappoint the ladies.”

  Philip watched as his friend walked away, knowing that Jasper would behave as he always did: properly. He never partook in anything even remotely scandalous. Not since Eton, anyway. Not since his parents were taken from him and the responsibility of the Earldom was placed squarely upon his shoulders. Not that the truth of the matter stopped the rumour mill. There had been more rumours about Lord Bingham and his exploits than humanly possible; or humanly desirable for that matter. Really, who thought up the one about Jasper visiting five different brothels every night, Sundays included? No one who actually knew his friend, that was for sure.

  As the crowd swallowed Jasper, Philip wished his friend would misbehave just once.

  ***

  Grace stumbled slightly when the lights went out at midnight and she dropped the object in her hand. “Damn.” She hoped it didn’t break. She didn’t get a good look at it before the lights went off, but it felt like a brooch or a pin. Getting out from under the table wearing a costume was becoming a bit of a battle. With her bum pointed high in the air and her head still stuck under the table she elicited shocked gasps behind her when the lights flickered back on. She tried to scramble to her feet, giving her growing audience a glimpse of more than they bargained for, before she tripped on the skirt of her gown and fell hard back onto her bottom and whacked the back of her head on the table. This was ridiculous. A few glasses of wine should not make her so off-balance. It never had before, although she has never had a ‘few’ glasses so close together…but still. The room felt sideways, as if the world had been tipped off its axis. The lights in the room were oddly dim and her mind was fuzzy. She was suddenly confused and unsure where she was. Tears burned her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks which would cap off her moment of humiliation.