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estate. Not looking for love of any fashion, she finds herself
falling for a neighbor and one of her brother’s friends.
off the road. Right in front of his estate. Norwood’s been unlucky in
love, but finds himself intrigued with the smart and talented Lady
Jane. Does he dare open himself up to love?
with in a life time. Lady Jane shows Norwood she’s up to the challenge.
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“Why did my brother pick now for one of his reckless parties?” Lady Jane Blackmont asked.
“You know he needs no reason for what he does,” Sara said.
“He’s a duke, my lady. He needs no reason. The rest of the world is supposed to kowtow to his whims.”
“Apparently I’m supposed to play hostess for him. Why he had to pick now is beyond me. Surely he knows there’s a storm brewing.” Jane’s stomach churned as the carriage kept on. “What are we to do if we don’t find a coaching inn? Or worse yet, get stuck on the side of the road?”
“I’m sure none of that will happen. We’ll reach Blackmont Crest before you know it,” her maid said.
“Thanks for your reassurance.”
What should have been a four hour carriage ride had turned into seven. Dusk was fast approaching, and they needed to get off the roads.
She pulled back the curtains that had been closed to keep the cold out. “We’re almost there,” she said.
“How long will we be here?” Sara inquired.
“A fortnight, Henry said.”
Jane had never been away in this sort of weather. Her father would have never allowed it. He was gone, the dukedom left to her older brother, who thought everyone’s life revolved around him.
“Do you know who’s going to be at this house party?” Sara asked.
“His usual friends I’m sure. His letter stated he’d run into an old friend from Eton recently. I don’t remember his name, nor do I care. All of Henry’s friend’s are rogues in some fashion.”
“You never have been one to say no to His Grace, my lady.”
Henry was one of her weak spots. He knew it and took full advantage of it now that there was only the two of them. Their parents had been killed in a freak carriage accident five years earlier, leaving Henry with the dukedom and Jane his faithful sister. Until he found a woman to marry, he needed someone to keep some edge of sanity to his ways. At least until he found his duchess to marry. If that’d ever happen.
“I know, but until he finds a wife, someone needs to see he doesn’t go to hell.”
“There must be some ladies of fine breeding attending if he’s asking you to attend,” Jane said.
“Who will be attending with their parents, I would hope.”
“His Grace would never invite you to one of his stag parties,” Sara mused.
Jane released a nervous laugh. “He’ll not hear the end of it if he ever invites me to one of those.”
Jane was about to close the curtain when one of the horses spooked. The carriage careened over the road. Ice had set in. Could the driver regain control of the team before something awful happened? She tried to breathe and forget how her parents had died. It couldn’t happen to her. Jane looked across at Sara, whose face had gone stark white. She was scared beyond words as the carriage swayed, tumbling and landing on its side. She was the last person Jane saw before everything went black.
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