Capturing The Earl’s Love Part Six ~ A Historical Romance Story

A #free short story…  I’ll be telling it here, and it can also now be preordered on Amazon.

@Copyright Jane Lark; Publishing rights owned by Harper Impulse; Harper Collins UK

Capturing the Earl’s Love

Capturing the Earl's Love High Res

 

A Historical Romance story

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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Part Six

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Rupert watched Miss Divine walk away. She’d been busy ingratiating herself into Ellen’s family he saw, while Rowena had been accosted by Kendrick again. Anger raced through Rupert’s blood. “Is that wise?” he asked Ellen, looking back at her.

He saw she realised he was speaking about Kendrick, and her expression changed as she ceased smiling and gave him an understanding look.

“I know you expressed your concerns to Edward, Rupert, and I fully understand, but Rowena is a grown woman. She is intelligent and sensible. She will not be fooled by any man. Kendrick will do her no harm. He is well respected about his estates. I do not think him a bad man. His offer was simply ill-judged.”

Ill-judged—” Rupert was about to declare just how ill when Edward appeared, with a glass in either hand.

“Rupert.”

“They are dancing, I’m afraid.” Ellen spoke.

“Ah, and I am left bearing the orgeat.”

“I will take one. I’m thirsty, and I shall find a thirsty person for the other, and leave you two to talk.” Edward and his wife shared a smile and a certain look. A look which implied Ellen was giving Rupert a little of Edward’s precious time and company, from the bounds of their perfect life.  The look made Rupert feel pitied, and as if he was being given charity…

Rupert’s hands slid into his pockets. He did not like feeling needy, but he had longed for his cousin’s company. He felt as if he was seeking charity, or was like a child looking for attention.

He’d enjoyed his time with Edward this morning, though. They had laughed, breathless and energised after they’d sparred, and Rupert had felt better than he had in an age. Then, as they walked back to Edward’s, Rupert had shared the tale of Kendrick’s earlier visit.

It had been good to have someone to speak to. He’d not had anyone who he trusted with personal concerns since Edward had married Ellen over a year ago. He shared nothing with his mother; she was too ill to bear his burdens too, and Edward’s brother, Robert, who was more often in town, was not the sort of man who cared for another’s troubles. Robert was a fast-living rake. He’d have no interest in Rupert’s concerns about Rowena or his mother.

It had therefore been a great relief to pass his responsibility for Rowena on to Ellen. Now at least he might focus a little more time on himself.

“I think Rowena’s young friend has a fancy for you, Rupert.”

Bitterness surged through Rupert, as he looked at the dancers. He did not see Miss Divine. He did see Rowena.

Kendrick was walking a circle with her in the midst of a country dance and he was speaking hurriedly, while she obviously listened warily.

“Ellen said Miss Divine seemed extremely disappointed this afternoon when Ellen arrived with Rowena in your barouche.”

Rupert gave his cousin a sidelong glance.

“Miss Divine has seemed equally low in spirits tonight. She’s been glancing about the room every other moment since we arrived, and I’ve heard her mention your name to Rowena at least twice.” Edward laughed.

Rupert did not. He sighed. Lord, it was the last thing he needed; Miss Divine dropping her handkerchief in his direction, in the hope he would, metaphorically, pick it up and begin courting her. She obviously had mistaken his offer to waltz with her.

“She is looking at you now,” Edward teased.

Rupert looked back at the dancers and caught the gleam of auburn curls. She was indeed looking at him. He met the vivid blue gaze he’d only noticed for the first time last night. There was some thought going on behind her eyes. She looked as if, had she stood in front of him, she would speak.

Sensation stirred low in his stomach. He might not find her stunningly pretty, but he did find her physically attractive. An unwanted image slipped through his mind, of that hair spread across a white sheet. He turned away.

Edward laughed again.

Rupert narrowed his eyes. “What she’s probably interested in is my title. The girl’s a schemer. I want nothing to do with her. I’ve tried putting Rowena off her, to no avail. So I endure her presence, but I certainly am not going to encourage it, Ed.”

“Well, that I can see. You bristle about poor Miss Divine, like a hedgehog…” Edward laughed again. “Even last night, when you were waltzing, I could see you loathing it. Yet perhaps a bright, young girl, like that, is exactly what you need, Rupert—”

“Miss Divine? Are you mad?”

“Not at all. You’ve seemed low in spirits every time we’ve seen you lately. Someone, of such a sunny nature, might cheer you up.”

“She is not sunny-natured. She puts her smiles on for effect. Do not tell me you are fooled?”

“I would say her smiles cover her anxiety, and the way she laughs seems to imply the same thing, as if she is hiding her discomfort. She is on the edge of welcome here, and you know it. It must be a hard tightrope to walk.”

Rupert’s eyebrows lifted. They’d had a conversation long ago, when Rupert had first discovered Edward’s affair with Ellen. This conversation reminded Rupert of that. “The girl fancies my title and fortune and that is all. If I ever take a wife, I can assure you it will not be a woman like Miss Divine.”

Edward laughed. “You have a habit of seeing black and white, Rupert, while I see the shades of grey in between one and the other. People have many facets. Not everything is so clear as to be black or white.”

Rupert glowered at his cousin.

“So, tell me what Robert, my disreputable brother, has been up to while I’ve been out of town.” Edward smiled, having obviously deliberately changed the subject. “What rumors are afoot? Who should I be wary of, and who must I avoid because he’s slept with their wife?”

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A Lord’s Desperate Love is the  story of two of the secondary characters from the 1st book in

the Marlow Intrigues Series

‘The Illicit Love of a Courtesan’

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  • another free short story, about characters from book #2,                              A Lord’s Scandalous Love,
  • the prequel excerpts for book #3                                                                   The Scandalous Love of a Duke

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Capturing the Earl’s Love Part Five ~ A Historical Romance Story

A #free short story…  I’ll be telling it here, and it can also now be preordered on Amazon.

@Copyright Jane Lark; Publishing rights owned by Harper Impulse; Harper Collins UK

Capturing the Earl’s Love

Capturing the Earl's Love High Res

 

A Historical Romance story

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

~

Part Five

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Meredith Divine laughed loudly and uncomfortably as she clung to Rowena’s arm. Arriving with Rowena’s cousin and his wife, made her feel awkward. She did not really know them. Her heart raced.

She ought to be used to the censure of the ton by now – she had been out for a year – she was not. She was very thankful for Rowena. Rowena had accepted Meredith from the moment she’d come out, without judgement. Rowena was Meredith’s shield.

They reached the receiving line. Lord and Lady Marlow were introduced first, then Lady Rowena, and finally Miss-insignificant-Divine.

She was here because several of the ton were in business with her father, but she was only tolerated, not welcomed.

Her father was coming later this evening, yet he’d bid Meredith to come early with Rowena, as he’d had a meeting with his business partner over dinner.

Meredith’s gaze spun about the ballroom as they entered. It was overcrowded; she could hardly see through the crush of people, but even so her gaze searched for one person. She wasn’t even sure if he was coming. Rowena had not said, and Meredith did not like to ask. Where was Rowena’s brother? She’d not seen him since last evening, and he had not taken them out as he’d promised. His cousin’s wife had been in the barouche when it arrived.

Meredith’s heart kept beating with a firm rhythm. She knew Lord Morton did not like her, though she tried hard to be pleasing. She just wished he might at least smile at her. He never did.

Like the others in the ton, he thought she was lacking because of her low birth, and that was insurmountable. Why did it have to be him her heart favoured? Someone so very proud. He always looked as though he thought he was above most of life. The only time he showed any interest in anything was when he looked at Rowena.

“Now then, Rowena, Miss Divine, shall I fetch you a glass of orgeat to refresh you before you dance?” Lord Edward spoke to Rowena first, then glanced at Meredith.

Meredith smiled. Lord Edward smiled back.

He seemed pleasant and far less judgemental than his cousin. Yet there was little between the two men in handsomeness. They were lean, muscular and tall. Though Lord Morton’s hair was a lighter brown, and he had hazel eyes, rather than Lord Edward’s dark blue.

Meredith had been lost in Lord Morton’s hazel eyes last night as they’d danced, and she’d dreamed of them too, and dreamed of that waltz, of being held and steered so beautifully by his muscular arms.

Her heart fluttered as she nodded a thank you to Lord Edward, accepting his offer.

Her attraction to Rowena’s brother had been instantaneous on their introduction. Yet he’d only ever looked at her with disdain and suspicion, and sometimes she’d caught him staring, in his judgemental way, as if he was disgusted by her and could not believe just how ill-mannered she was.

She glanced about the room again as Lord Edward left them, her fingers grasping the reticule which hung from her wrist.

She still could not see Lord Morton. Now that he had passed the responsibility for chaperoning Rowena to his cousin’s wife, Meredith had no idea whether he would even come. He never normally danced.

Last night, then, had been a very precious exception.

For long, unending minutes she’d thought he would leave her standing there like a prize idiot, but then he’d finally asked, obviously unwillingly. She was going to treasure the memory of that dance. She was certain it was the closest contact she would ever have with him. He was too many miles above her reach. It was just a shame her heart would not be directed elsewhere.

“Lady Rowena, may I impose upon you for a dance…?”

Meredith’s gaze spun to the older gentleman, Lord Kendrick, who’d been introduced to them last night.

Rowena was blushing. Earlier she’d whispered to Meredith that Lord Kendrick had asked to marry her today. He’d met Rowena only hours before making the offer. Of course, Rowena had declined.

Meredith’s heart pounded again. If an offer was made for her, she knew her father would not let her decline. Whoever the man was, she would have to accept him, and she’d even be expected to show she was glad of the honour he’d shown her, no matter her feelings. Her father was impatient for her to make a match. Her days were numbered. If no one offered soon, her father had said a week ago, he would find someone for her.

Find who?

If only Lord Morton could be encouraged, but everything he said and did implied he not only was not interested in her, but hated her.

Yet Meredith had met no one else she wished to encourage

She did not hate Lord Morton. Last night he had looked at her, properly for the very first time and glanced down at her lips as she spoke, then looked right into her eyes. Weakness had assailed her as he’d held her, and she’d wondered if he’d sensed the trembling she’d felt inside…

“Come, let me introduce you to my family, Miss Divine.” Lady Eleanor touched Meredith’s arm, gently pressing her elbow to lead her.

It would be embarrassing if Meredith was left to sit the dance out. Especially as she was with people she hardly knew. She glanced back at the people dancing, then looked desperately about the edges of the room, trying to catch the eye of some gentleman who might ask.

“Ellen.”

Meredith’s heart leapt in her chest as her gaze spun to Lord Morton. He’d come from the direction of the entrance; he must have just arrived. His voice had that deep, subtly angry pitch she’d become used to, but, nevertheless, her heart ached at the sight of his harsh countenance.

His eyes were a clutter of light brown, green and gold.

His gaze dropped from Lady Edward to Meredith, as if saying, I did not speak to you, why, are, you, looking at me? Then in his very formal voice, he said, “Miss Divine,” before looking back at Lady Edward.

Anxiety tied Meredith’s stomach in a knot..

“Miss Divine, would you accept my hand?”

Meredith turned to face Hugh Holland. Hugh had no title, but he was born from old money, simply a couple of generations below any wealth. He was fortune hunting. But he was not hunting any fortune from her; her dowry was as many miles off what this man needed as the level of her birth was below what Lord Morton considered genteel.

However, Hugh wished something else from Meredith. He’d made numerous inappropriate suggestions since they’d been introduced. She did like him, though. If he had been at all prepared to make an appropriate offer, he was one man she might have been willing to accept, although she’d never love him. But she did enjoy dancing with him. Hugh made her laugh.

She had even let him kiss her once or twice, but never let him do more. The last thing she needed was to have a ruined reputation on top of a poor heritage and an equally poor dowry.

“I would be honoured, Mr Holland.” She dropped a curtsy, and smiled, feeling Lord Morton’s gaze burning into the back of her head. Her skin prickled. Lord Morton made her feel such odd, delicious things. It was him she wished to dance with, not Hugh. But she would simply have to keep wishing, because undoubtedly, last night’s dance would not be repeated.

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A Lord’s Desperate Love is the  story of two of the secondary characters from the 1st book in

the Marlow Intrigues Series

~

‘The Illicit Love of a Courtesan’

NOTE  – THIS – AND ALL MY BOOKS – ARE CURRENTLY ON SALE IN THE UK!

~

For

  • the story of the real courtesan who inspired                                                 The Illicit Love of a Courtesan,
  • another free short story, about characters from book #2,                              A Lord’s Scandalous Love,
  • the prequel excerpts for book #3                                                                   The Scandalous Love of a Duke

Go to the index

Jane Lark is a writer of authentic, passionate and emotional Historical and New Adult Romance stories, and the author of a No.1 bestselling Historical Romance novel in America, ‘The Illicit Love of a Courtesan’.

Click here to find out more about Jane’s books, and see Jane’s website www.janelark.co.uk to learn more about Jane. Or click  ‘like’ on Jane’s Facebook  page to see photo’s and learn historical facts from the Georgian, Regency and Victorian eras, which Jane publishes there. You can also follow Jane on twitter at @janelark