Good Earl Hunting
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An original short story from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of historical romance, Suzanne Enoch…
Geoffrey Kerick, the Earl of Vashton, has had marriage-minded ladies flung at him for the past two years—since he inherited his brother’s title and wealth—which is much less amusing than when they were simply flinging themselves into his bed for fun.
However, this particular invitation for a country house party in Devonshire he accepts with alacrity; because this time someone has caught his eye.
Theodora Meacham is resigned to being second; a second daughter, second in beauty, and a distant second in charm. Knowing that the irritating Lord Vashton is coming to Beldath Hall to woo her sister, Theo is, for once, quite happy to remain detached from the silliness. But Lord Vashton isn’t precisely the boor she expects. Even more surprising, he seems determined to ignore her sister…in favor of her!
Can two people who are perfectly ill-suited find that two wrongs do make a right?
him,” she interrupted, ignoring the responding snicker coming from Catherine Oswell in the hallway behind her. “Theodora who, M–“ The door jerked open, and a shirtless Geoffrey Kerick stood there, looking at her. “Find me a cravat, Grosvenor,” he ordered, stepping back to allow her entry. Walking into the room of a half naked man would ruin her. “I’ll remain here,” she stated, deciding that a great injustice was being perpetrated by everyone who insisted that gentlemen wear shirts. Her fingers
paused before she turned around. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For…you, I suppose. For understanding.” “Ah. I understand two things, Theodora. The first one is that I want you for myself. The second is that I mean to have you. The rest is inconsequential.” If this was indeed a dream, no one was allowed to wake her up. Ever. She even managed to ignore Miss Oswell sending her pitying looks as she turned around and walked at a more dignified pace back to her own bed chamber. She would wait until
there, half shouting about how lucky they all were that he’d been able to attend the party, and that if it did rain tomorrow they would all stay indoors and play charades. Every word, every gesture seemed rehearsed, designed to be pleasant and charming. None of these eligible ladies on their hopeful relatives would ever call him arrogant or fat-headed. If he had expressed any interest in one of them, they would never had accused him of teasing or have questioned whether he’d gone mad. For God’s
dryly, willing her to meet his gaze. “Come with me.” “My lord!” Geoffrey glanced over his shoulder at Lord Beldath. “I’ll speak with you shortly.” Theodora nodded, walking hand in hand with him through the gawping crowd and out to the hallway where he pulled the door closed behind them. Her visit to his bed chamber earlier made more sense now. She believed his interest in her, thank God. Her concern had been that no one else would believe it. She’d dressed to look compelling when she hadn’t a
the far side of the pavilion, gesturing everyone to take their seats at the quartet of banquet tables. If they were going to bother with an al fresco luncheon they should all likely be sitting on blankets on the ground, but there was no way that Lady Bresch or her sister Miss Mary would ever be able to rise again if they attempted such a thing. One or both of them might well roll into the pond. And of course if only the Jameson sisters were allowed a table, Lady Harriet Ithing would refuse to