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To
Love an Earl
Mayfair
Book 3
by
J R Salisbury
Genre:
Historical Romance
One
of the worst snow storms in over a decade hits England. What's the
worst that could happen?
Lady
Jane Blackmont finds herself stranded at the Earl of Norwood's
estate. Not looking for love of any fashion, she finds herself
falling for a neighbor and one of her brother's friends.
The
Earl of Norwood rescues the young woman after her carriage careens
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?
Life
is about to hand the pair more than most young couples have to deal
with in a life time. Lady Jane shows Norwood she's up to the
challenge.
"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. "What?" "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."
"Umhmmm." 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.
***
Jane
didn't think she'd fainted. She looked around. Everything was covered
in white snow, but the white was looking black as night. She felt in
front of her and thought she felt the skirt of the dress Sara had
been wearing. It
was silent. Everything was silent. No sound of the horses or the
coachman. They were situated on the side of the carriage, that much
she knew. The door was above her. She needed to get out and get out
quickly. She
managed to stand, and with fumbling hands, she managed to get the
door open. Now how would she get herself out? She heard nothing
except the sound of Sara's breathing. "Sara!
Sara! Are you all right?" "Yes,
my lady. I think I am fine," came the faint reply. "Do
you think you can help lift me up?" She
heard rustling of fabric as her maid tried to reposition herself.
"We're going to freeze to death if we don't get out of here,"
Sara wailed. "Which
is why I need you to help me up. I'm sure William is chasing the
team." As
Sara began lifting Jane up through the door of the carriage, Jane
noticed a large man standing in silhouette. He had dismounted his
stallion and was shaking his head. "What
happened, my lady?" "I'm
not sure. The last thing I remember is one of the horses being
spooked and the carriage sliding across the road." "Are
you hurt?" he asked. "I
don't believe so. My maid is still inside. We need to get her out." He
shook his head. "You ladies have no business being out alone in
weather like this." "If
you must know, we were on our way to my brother's estate." "Who's
your brother, if I might ask?" he rumbled. "Henry
Blackmont, the Duke of Blackmont." "Henry's
your brother? Well, don't fret. You're not but a few miles from his
estate. Though in this storm, you ladies will be better off coming
with me. I'm Norwood. My place is just down this road." Jane
stood and stared at him in the falling snow. "Norwood. The Earl
of Norwood? I remember you." "My
man and I will help your maid out of the carriage. We'll get you to
Norwood Manor. You can spend the night. My man will try and find your
man and team, though in this snow, I doubt they'll go far." Jane
pondered her limited options. She knew she had no choice but to go
with the earl. "Thank you, my lord," Jane replied. "As
for the carriage, I'm afraid there's nothing that can be done until
this storm subsides." "Can
you get word to my brother? I would hate for him to worry
needlessly." "I'll
see it is done, though it might have to wait until morning." She
stared at him thoughtfully. It'd been years since she'd seen him. His
face was almost unrecognizable. With a hint of a beard, his jaw was
chiseled. The beard, she surmised, made him look rugged. Annoyed
and cold, she helped him as he sprung Sara free from the carnage. She
remembered why she never cared for him. He was an arrogant arse.
Arrogant, condescending, and sanctimonious. That's what he was. What
was it about young men who claimed their titles? They were all the
same. Her brother, Norwood. It was enough to make her want to scream. He
brought his stallion around and picked her up effortlessly. He
deposited her in front of his saddle. "Is
there anything you need?" he asked. "My
trunks, but I doubt that's possible right now." "Once
your team and man have been found, they'll figure a way to get them
to my home." She
looked down at him in the fading light of the day. Prominent
cheekbones, lush lashes, and full lips she hadn't noticed caught her
breath. He was the most handsome, beautiful man she could recall ever
meeting. He
mounted the beast, swinging his leg over the saddle. "Are you
ready?" "As
ready as I'll ever be, I suppose."
I've always been a creative individual. Writing is just a facet of that creativity...
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