Shocking! Henry Faringdon, the new Marquis of Burford, returns home and makes a shocking discovery! On his departure to America, his late brother Thomas had married the women who'd stolen Henry's heart - the alluring Miss Eleanor Stamford.
Outrageous! Now in mourning, with a babe in arms, Eleanor is as dismayed to see Henry as he is to see her. Even more when a gentleman arrives announcing his sister to be the true Marchioness, claiming she married Thomas in secret years before!
Scandalous! Embroiled in a scandal that could ultimately lead to Eleanor's disgrace, it is up to the Faringdons to uncover the truth behind such wicked allegations... to clear their family name... and to rekindle the love of a man and a women...
My home is in the Welsh Marches, although much of my early life was spent in Yorkshire, most recently in the East Riding.Ann O'Brien The Marches is a remote region of England, surrounded by echoes from the past. Hereford is close with its famous Mappa Mundi and chained library.So is Shrewsbury, and also Ludlow with its splendid castle and its connections with our Plantagenet and Tudor kings. With my husband, I live in an eighteenth century timber framed cottage, which itself must have seen much history over two hundred years.
I have always enjoyed the appeal of History.I taught the subject with enthusiasm but it became my ambition to write historical romances. My first novel, The Runaway Heiress, was published by Mills and Boon in 2004. This first book was a Regency Romance in the great tradition of Georgette Heyer - who has not admired her skill and delicate touch for the period? I have drawn on my interest in the Stuart century to write about the English Civil War and Restoration England of Charles II. Living in the Marches however I soon discovered the wealth of atmosphere and legend in this isolated part of England from medieval times. It was not long before I was encouraged to create a medieval romance inConquering Knight, Captive Lady.
When not writing, I have a large rambling garden where George and I grow organic vegetables and soft fruit - or perhaps I should admit that he grows them whilst I pick and cook them. We have a wild garden, an orchard, a formal pond and herbaceous flower borders. We share it all with rabbits and pheasants, frogs and goldfinches, hedgehogs and buzzards. It is a beautiful place. When we first settled into our cottage I planted a herb garden on a Tudor pattern with stone pathways and clipped box hedges. From this I developed my interest in herbs and their uses.
Nicholas Culpeper's The Complete Herbal, a fascinating resource to a historical novelist first published in 1649, has become essential bedside reading. As a result the use of herbs in medicine and witchcraft, for both good and ill, has appeared in some of my novels.
For pure relaxation I enjoy yoga as well as singing with a local Choral Society. Watercolour painting allows me to simply sit and appreciate the landscape and the flowers in my garden, when my mind is busy constructing my next plot.
The missing letter(s) trope is always so lame. Short of seeing the intended recipient open the envelope and read uninterrupted, what makes hero Henry (such an unromantic name) convinced that she received it and rejected him when his trusted groom could have told him only that he delivered the letter to the house of his lover that also contained a mother hostile to his suit? And why would he remain adamant in his bitterness when heroine Eleanor told him she never received his letter regarding their planned elopement? When she further said she had written him 2 letters that he didn't receive, they couldn't figure out what had happened?
Yet these two people so clueless about their own affair sleuthed admirably to expose a scam threatening the family honor and wealth. To what purpose? Henry refused to take on the marquess title and duties, again running away to the USA to make his fortune leaving the English fortune in the care of his conveniently obliging younger brother who will not inherit either title or estate. In America Henry supposedly lives in a small rental (while somehow being able to afford a mistress) and is presented as gallantly trying to make his fortune from scratch as though money can't be transferred across the ocean from the pots that belong to him in England after his brother's death.
The big twist is obvious from the first chapter but the same Henry who can't figure out the missing letters also can't count the months from his assignation, do the math and at least SUSPECT what happened.
And last but not least, the ending is hardly a happily ever after combining dereliction of duty, illegitimate matrimony, legal bastardy and the eternal threat of being exposed.
Ridiculous! I like a good Regency but this one was just silly - too far outside the realms of possibility.
back cover: Henry Faringdon, the new Marquis of Burford, returns home and makes a shocking discovery. On his departure to America, his brother Thomas had married the woman who'd stolen Henry's heart - the alluring Miss Eleanor Stamford. Now a widow, with a babe in arms, Eleanor is as dismayed to see Henry as he is to see her. Even more so when a gentleman arrives announcing his sister to be the true marchioness, claiming she married Thomas in secret years before. Embroiled in a scandal that could ultimately lead to Eleanor's disgrace, it is up to the Faringdons to uncover the truth behind such wicked allegations, to clear their family name, and to rekindle the love of a man and woman...
I love Harlequin Historicals, but I found myself skimmed pages of this book, mostly love scenes, that did not advance the plot. There was no humor in this book which made for rather dull reading.