Joanna had rejected Lord Inchmann and he swore he would destroy her reputation. Now tongues were wagging and conversation hushed every time she entered the room.
When she could stand the gossip no longer, Joanna summoned her coach and fled. But Inchmann was close to her heals, pursuing her over snowbound roads to an isolated country inn.
There, cut off from friends and protectors, feeling alone and helpless, Joanna would have to defend much more than her reputation. Her very life was at stake!
Irrepressible Joanna, in London for the Season with her cousin Mollie from Dublin, quickly attracts the eye of the devastating Earl of Albury. All is proceeding smoothly until the arrival from Ireland of Lord Inchmann, her rejected suitor. Determined to make Joanna his wife, the uncouth peer threatens to kill any man who thwarts his purpose. To everyone's confusion it is her friend Barbara's admirer, Mr Frederick Latimer, who decides to take on Lord Inchmann when only a duel will settle the recipient of the fair Joanna's hand in marriage.
It was OK, if a bit too silly & improbable for my liking. Joanna Musgrave (h) was a twit, although Rupert Brecon, Earl of Albury (H) was a fairly likeable chap. There's a passage in here about Joanna & Mollie retaining a hint of an accent & that people would like it, but it's more likely they'd have been sneered at, I'm afraid. A few too many things were a bit over the top, leaning towards the gothic rather than the Regency. It's a very early one of its kind & enjoyable for that.