Let Love Find You
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London society has its very own Cupid. Renowned horse breeder and occasional matchmaker Devin Baldwin pairs eligible young ladies with suitable gentlemen based on his theory of animal magnetism. Unafraid of ruffling feathers, this darkly handsome Cupid doles out tips for bettering one’s chances of meeting a mate that are as pointed as the love legend’s sharpest arrows!
Lovely Amanda Locke, the daughter of a duke, is everything a nobleman could desire, yet she enters her third Season still searching for a match. Gossipmongers’ tongues are wagging, and her mystified family is considering drastic measures to find her a husband. But the insufferable advice of this Cupid fellow is the last thing Amanda wants.
When an earl passionate about horses becomes the target of her husband hunt, Amanda knows it’s time to overcome her fear of riding. With her sister-in-law Ophelia hastening the romance along by arranging riding lessons, Amanda is soon taking instruction from infuriating Devin Baldwin. Astonishingly, in her daily encounters with Devin—who treats her as an ordinary young woman, not a prize to be won at the marriage mart—Amanda experiences passion for the first time. Now, her search for a match takes her in an unexpected direction as she finds herself falling in love with Cupid himself.
Johanna Lindsey
Johanna Lindsey (1952–2019) was world-renowned for her “mastery of historical romance” (Entertainment Weekly), with more than sixty million copies of her novels sold. She was the author of nearly sixty nationally bestselling novels, many of which reached the #1 spot on the New York Times bestseller list.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I have read some older books by Johanna Lindsey and wasn't impressed. That's why Let Love Find You got stuck at my TBR shelf for a long time and it was really surprising to me that it was actually quite good.
The main characters were okay. The heroines in books from 80's were so naive and silly that I hated them, Amanda is different. She is probably not the most interesting heroine in romance ever but she didn't annoy me. In the beginning, I wasn't sure if I liked Devin; he was a bit too alpha male for my taste but later on I got used to. And I really liked the secondary characters.
The plot was also not bad. However, I would prefer the relationship between Amanda and Devin to be more developed.
Plus, the cover is adorable. Considering it all, I would give it three and a half star and a second chance to some later books by Johanna Lindsey. - Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I could not engage with these characters at all, tried so hard to get into the story but no emotional pull.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5After not being a fan of the first Johanna Lindsey book I tried, I'm so glad I gave her another shot. Let Love Find You was wonderful!
Amanda Locke is a talkative, charismatic girl in her third season who refuses to marry unless she finds love. So far, her admirers have done little to spark her interest. When she meets the handsome and distinguished lord Kindell, she decides that she'll do whatever it takes to snatch him as her husband; even if that means facing her biggest fear - learning to ride a horse. After a bad accident as a child, Amanda has come up with creative ways to get out of social gatherings involving riding. However, as that is Kindell's biggest, and perhaps only interest, Amanda must learn to ride if she wants to bring him up to scratch. The second biggest challenge is getting over her fear to get back on a horse. The first is putting up with riding lessons from the handsome devilish brute, Devin Baldwin.
Devin, an avid horse breeder, could care less what society thinks of him. After a tough childhood with a father he never knew and a mother who sent him away, Devin is determined not to let anyone close to him. It's ironic then that a natural inclination for matching making has dubbed him "Cupid" to the ton. Devin's seen too many bad pairings in high society to want to help couples make a good match. When he notices little miss sunshine, Amanda, having difficulty choosing a mate he steps in at the request of her family to help her win a husband. Little does he know that dealing with the exasperating stubborn girl will change everything he ever thought he believed about love.
With some quirky family members, attempted murder, and a fair dose of scandal thrown in, this book is a fun and delightful read!
Hero: 5/5
Heroine: 5/5
Side Characters: 5/5
Plot: 4.5/5
Overall 5/5 - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Amanda, has gone two seasons without finding a husband, and even though she is beautiful, she is looking for something special and unique: true love. However she wonders if she will ever find it, as does her family. Amanda is drawn toward a brute of a man, a horse breeder, who has recently started in the Ton's circles. However he is too rude and blunt for her tastes, so she sets her sights on someone else who has a love for something that is her greatest fear: Horses. So Devin, is her instructor on overcoming her fear, but in the midst of it, at fierce attraction grows between Amanda and Devin, and before they realize it, they are both falling hard for each other...but will their love be enough???Let Love Find You is the fourth in the Reid Family series and even though I have enjoyed all of Lindsey's books, except lately....I don't know what it is....I feel at times it isn't even her. I have read her previous books plenty of times...but this one just didn't reach out to me really at all. I had a hard time really getting into the book. The story line was great, I really loved the layout of the plot and I liked the characters but it just didn't ring out to me as a fantastic romance as I know Johanna Lindsey can produce. It may just be me since I haven't been reading a lot lately, however even though this book had some admirable qualities it was also lacking something vital: Depth....it seemed like everything was on the surface, and there wasn't any substance that grabs hold of the readers attention. I am sorry to give it such a low rating....but it just didn't fit into my standards for a good and solid romance....:(
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Good book. Really enjoyable the development of the characters. Unlikely to have happened in reality, but an enjoyable story.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5"a'tall"......Arrrgghhhh! If I had read one more "a'tall" in this book I think I may have screamed out loud. I have been reading Johanna Lindsey for years and lately her books don't even remotely sound like they were written by the same author as her earlier works. I don't know what the obsession was with EVERY SINGLE character in this book using the contraction "a'tall", but it was ANNOYING. It detracted from the dialogues and in turn from the story. Nothing is worse than reading a book where the way in which the conversations between characters are written irritates the reader - it makes you not want to finish the book. Not one of her better efforts.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Good Stuff Got sick of historical romances a little while ago, so I was at first hesitant at picking this one up. However, I am glad I did, this one was quite sweet Not at all shmaltzy or mushy Amanda actually behaves like someone of her time and station would (with a little extra fire of course) Devin sounds totally delicious and I might have had a few little fantasies about him -- hey I've been married for 19 years, a girl has to have a little fun you know Quite a bit of humour for a historical romance, which was a nice surprise I actually really liked the character of Amanda, she would be someone I would have liked to hang out with during this time period Good chemistry between Devin and Amanda -- lots of steamy looks and fiery dialogue Also really enjoyed the relationship between Amanda and her father." Perfect beach read Must read the book about Rafe and Ophelia -- it sounds like it was a hell of a storyThe Not So Good Stuff Things tied up a little too quickly - felt a little rushed at the end Storyline drags a little bit at the beginning Love scenes were very brief and not a lot of themFavorite Quotes/Passages"Devin shrugged. "Can't deny it's amusing, but it's not something I set out to do. It just fell in my lap. But there's no luck about it, it's simple animal magnetism that makes for a great match. A man and a women have got to want to rut, but after the rutting, they've got to have something in common or their happily ever after falls apart.""Devin laughed. "You're his baby sister. He's not going to discuss desire with you.""He swore to himself that night that he'd never cry again ... or love anyone again. It hurt too much."Who Should/Shouldn't Read Fans of Lindsey's previous works will obviously enjoy Perfect for anyone wanting to escape with some romance while at the beach Also it you like historical romance, this is obviously perfect for you4 Dewey'sI received this from Simon and Schuster in exchange for an honest review
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Cupid...really? thought this story could have had a stronger base and found the wrap up at the end a little too quick. Not one of my favorite Johanna Lindsey noves......what happened Johanna? this isn't up to your usual standard.
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Let Love Find You - Johanna Lindsey
Prologue
THE BOY STOOD AT his bedroom window, watching the falling snow. It was sticking to the street and might stay around this time. It was cold enough to. He liked snow. It made the street look so bright and clean, especially at night with the streetlamps shining down on it. His bedroom faced the street. He often stood there and watched the fancy coaches driving past during the day. Occasionally, when he couldn’t get right to sleep, or he woke up for some reason, he’d stand there at night as well. And that’s when he’d see one coach in particular stop in front of the town house he lived in with his mother, Elaine, as it did now. The coach never came during the day, only late at night.
The tall man stepped out of it, his greatcoat swirling around him as he turned to close the door and say something to the driver before the coach drove off. The man hurried inside. He had his own key. For as long as the boy could remember, this man had been coming to his home.
It had seemed like a normal London household he was growing up in. They had a few servants. His mum was always available to him during the day. And for the longest time, he went to bed early enough not to know she wouldn’t be available to him at night.
He had just turned six, but couldn’t remember how old he’d been when he’d asked his mum who the man was. He just knew it was long ago. She’d seemed surprised that day that he even knew about the man.
Lord Wolseley is our landlord, is all. He comes to make sure his house is in good repair.
So often?
Well, we actually became friends, good friends. He’s not a happy man and I’ve got a good shoulder to cry on.
She patted her shoulder with a grin. You know it well, you’ve done all your crying on it, haven’t you?
He remembered that he’d felt embarrassed that day. She was talking about all his hurts and bruises that he wouldn’t have cried over if she didn’t always gather him into her arms to coddle him. He tried to picture that tall man crying on her shoulder but couldn’t.
He’d been told his own father was dead, had died when he was still a baby, though his mother refused to say much more than that. It makes me cry, those memories,
she would say. Someday I’ll tell you all about him, just not now.
But she’d never told him more. The only time he could remember his mum being sharp with him was when he persisted with questions about his father. And the last time he asked, she did get tears in her eyes. He never asked again.
But the landlord continued to visit late at night, and the boy would hear the door to his mother’s room quietly open and close. Sometimes he’d go out in the corridor and could hear her laughter on the other side of her bedroom door. If the man made her happy, why didn’t they marry so he could share in that happiness, too?
Earlier this year, his curiosity took a new turn and he asked his mother, Is he going to be my father?
She’d gathered him close and said, Whatever can you be thinking, darling? Lawrence has his own family, a wife and children. He’s just a friend. I get lonely, you know. It’s nice to have someone like him to talk to.
Soon thereafter the boy began to think Lord Lawrence Wolseley was his real father. Once the notion took hold, it wouldn’t let go. He was afraid to ask his mother, though. She didn’t want to talk about this landlord of theirs and didn’t want to talk about his dead father.
It hurt to think she’d lied to him. He hoped he was wrong, but he had to find out for sure.
So tonight he went out in the corridor. His mother’s bedroom door was closed as usual. He didn’t knock. He heard the laughter, then voices talking so quietly he couldn’t make out what they were saying. He didn’t put his ear to the door, he just sat down in the corridor, crossed his legs, and waited.
It was a long wait. He almost fell asleep there. But finally the door opened. He jumped up immediately before he got stepped on. He’d never seen this man up close before. He was taller than the boy had thought, handsome, well dressed, with hair as dark as his own. His greatcoat was draped over his arm, and a jewel-crested ring on his finger flashed in the light.
The boy asked his question before he lost his nerve. Are you my father?
The man, who hadn’t yet noticed him, glanced down at him now. A scowl formed on the man’s face. You should be abed. Go!
Frightened by the man’s harsh tone, the boy couldn’t move, but the man walked off briskly down the corridor. The door to his mother’s room was still open. The boy peeked inside to make sure his mother was all right. She was sitting at her vanity across the room admiring a necklace he’d never seen her wear before.
The boy hurried back to his room, confused and scared, hoping the man wouldn’t tell her about the question he’d asked—which hadn’t been answered.
Later that week, his mother summoned him downstairs to the foyer. Just inside the door stood a man he’d never before seen. Hat in hand, big, he had blond hair and blue eyes like the boy’s mother. And she appeared angry. With him? Or with the stranger she was glaring at?
She looked down at him and said, This is your uncle Donald, my brother. We haven’t talked for a good number of years, but Donald would like you to stay with him for a while on his horse farm in the country. You’ll love it there.
The boy’s eyes widened. He didn’t know his mother had a brother! More afraid than ever before in his life, he turned and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He was being sent away? He didn’t understand!
No, please!
he cried. I’ll never ask questions again, I promise!
She hugged him tightly to her. Hush, darling, I’ll visit you soon. You’re going to have so much fun in the country, you won’t even miss me.
No! I want to stay here with you!
She pushed him toward his uncle. Now, before I cry!
she shouted at Donald.
The boy was dragged screaming out of the only home he’d ever known. He tried to get out of the waiting coach. When his uncle prevented that, he hung out the window instead, calling to his mother, tears streaming down his cheeks. He could still see his mother standing on the stoop, waving at him.
But his mum had been right. Although he missed her terribly, as the months passed, he found himself enjoying living with his aunt and uncle in Lancashire on their large country estate. Because of the puppy his aunt gave him for his very own, and so many others always underfoot in the big house. Because he made his first real friend, one of the workers’ sons, and they became inseparable. Because there was so much more to do there than in the city. But mainly, because of the horses. There were so many of them! He was allowed to help care for them. Soon he excelled at grooming and feeding them and progressed to training the newborns.
He never saw his mother again. Not alive. The day his aunt and uncle came to tell him that she’d died of pneumonia, all the pain of her abandoning him returned. He was going to turn eight that year, and he was still too young to know how to hold back the tears that streamed down his face.
She wanted you to have this.
He looked down at the porcelain horse Donald placed in his hand. His mother had taken her love from him, abandoned him, never even visited him once since she had sent him away. He wanted nothing from her now, and in a burst of heartbroken rage, he raised his arm to throw the figurine against the wall to smash it as she’d smashed his hopes that they would be together again someday. She’d died instead, making sure that would never happen.
But Donald stopped him. Don’t, lad. She wanted you to keep it. She said that one day you’d understand and realize how much she loved you.
Lies! She was gone! He’d never see her again, never feel her arms around him again. And the tears wouldn’t stop that day, or the next, or the next when his mother’s body was brought home to Lancashire to be buried where she’d grown up. The pain he felt was overwhelming as he watched her being lowered into the ground. It hurt so much he dropped to his knees. His aunt knelt beside him and held him.
Late that night, he snuck out of the house and ran to the small graveyard. He’d brought the porcelain horse with him. He would have buried it today with his mother if he didn’t think his uncle would have stopped him. He buried it now beside her grave, but the pain was somehow worse now, he could barely see through his tears. He wouldn’t keep the stupid horse! He wanted nothing of hers, nothing to remind him that his own mother didn’t want him.
He swore to himself that night that he’d never cry again . . . or love anyone again. It hurt too much.
Chapter One
LADY AMANDA LOCKE SIGHED as she gazed at her reflection in the oval mirror. Sitting at the vanity in the comfortable room she’d been given at her cousin Rupert’s house in London, she imagined she saw a wrinkle at the corner of one eye. She gasped. Did she? She leaned closer. No, just her imagination and the light, but it wouldn’t be long before it wasn’t. She had just turned twenty! The ton would be calling her an old maid soon—if they weren’t already.
She sighed again. Her maid, Alice, pretended not to notice as she pinned the last blond lock of Amanda’s coiffure into place. That wouldn’t have stopped Amanda if she felt like being vocal about her melancholy tonight, but she didn’t. Alice had heard it all and heard it often. Amanda’s whole family had heard it all, and she had a large family. But she was tired of complaining about such a sorry state of affairs, she just couldn’t help it sometimes.
Her first London Season shouldn’t have been such a disaster. It was supposed to be a roaring success. She had expected no less. Her family had expected no less. She was a beauty, after all, even quite fashionable with her blond hair and powder-blue eyes, and she also had the aristocratic bones that ran in her family. She was also the only daughter of Preston Locke, the 10th Duke of Norford. That alone should have had the proposals streaming in. And no one had doubted that she would outshine all the other debutantes that Season two years ago, herself included. But then no one had been prepared for the infamous Ophelia Reid, who had debuted that same year, and no one, not even Amanda, could compare to Ophelia’s dazzling beauty.
It was almost funny, Amanda thought as she looked back on it, how jealous she’d been of Ophelia, so jealous that she’d spent most of that first Season stewing about it and thus ignoring the young men who had tried to get to know her. So really, she could blame that disaster on herself. But of course her emotions got out of hand, especially when she found out her own brother, Raphael, was also falling under the ice queen’s spell.
Ophelia hadn’t even been likable back then! Amanda recalled wondering how her brother could be so dense just because Ophelia was a raving beauty! Ophelia was manipulative, a liar, and spiteful to boot. Anyone with two eyes could see it, which meant every man in London that year wasn’t utilizing both of his eyes, Amanda’s brother included!
Rafe did fall in love with Ophelia, he did marry her, and he did tame the shrew. There was nothing not to like about the Ophelia her brother had married.
That had all been part of Amanda’s first disastrous Season in London. Last year she’d tried to take her brother’s advice to heart and just let love find her. She’d had fun doing so, maybe too much fun. Relaxing, just enjoying herself and the many entertainments, she’d found that she actually liked some of her beaus, could even call them friends now, but not one had ever pulled at her heartstrings. So before she knew it, her second London Season was over and she still hadn’t found a husband.
Now, at the beginning of her third Season in London, she was quite desperate. Something needed to change this year because she obviously wasn’t going about husband hunting the right way. She wasn’t as silly and flighty as people thought, but even she knew that she gave that impression sometimes.
You’re bored already this Season, aren’t you?
Alice said as she stood behind her.
Amanda frowned as she met the maid’s eyes in the mirror. Was the problem that simple? Bored all day long, and then when she finally had something to do in the evenings, she was so pleased she overreacted, behaving a bit more effervescently than she ought to?
She didn’t try to deny it. It’s different here, not a’tall like at home in the country, where I’ve got so much to occupy me.
Your aunt made a suggestion the other day. Why didn’t you agree?
Amanda rolled her eyes. Help with that sewing class her friend started? I love needlepoint, but not enough to teach it to little girls who’d rather be out fishing.
Alice couldn’t hold back her laughter. "I really don’t think most little girls have fishing on their minds like you used to. But you should find something to do while we’re in London instead of counting the minutes until the next party. Going from utter boredom to utter excitement isn’t a good balance under any circumstances."
Amanda managed not to sigh again, but of course she was ready to leave the house and was already beginning to feel the excitement. Tonight could be the night she met her future husband. Well, it could happen. So she merely nodded to her maid and decided that thinking up a project to occupy her during the day could wait until tomorrow when she felt bored again.
She had to admit she was nicely decked out for not one but two parties tonight. Amanda did one last twirl in front of the full-length mirror to make sure nothing was out of place. It wasn’t. Her maid was superb in that regard. The pale pink of the new evening gown highly suited her and was perfect for her mother’s rubies at her neck and ears.
She didn’t look any different from how she had during her first Season, when she’d thought she’d be the first among her friends to get engaged and she hadn’t ended up engaged a’tall. Let love find you, it will, you know, Ophelia had assured her. Yes, but when? How long was she supposed to wait for that magical moment to happen?
Amanda went downstairs to see if her cousin Avery had arrived yet. The second of Aunt Julie’s three sons, Avery had his own flat in London now, but Amanda had sent him a note in the afternoon, informing him that she was in need of a chaperone tonight, since Aunt Julie’s oldest son, Rupert, and his new bride, Rebecca, hadn’t yet returned from Norford as Amanda had hoped they would. And Aunt Julie’s third son, Owen, was too young at sixteen to be anyone’s escort.
Amanda had stayed at the St. John household last year for the Season as well, since her father didn’t own a town house in London. And she could depend on two of her St. John cousins as well as their mother to serve as her escorts, even if none of them were ideal. But now her old friend Rebecca Marshall was part of the household, too, having recently married Rupert St. John, and she was ideal.
Amanda had been delighted by the news of Rebecca and Rupert’s marriage. Rebecca would make a perfect chaperone because Amanda could actually have fun with her. But Becky had surprised Amanda by flatly refusing at first, claiming it didn’t seem right because she was several years younger than Amanda. But Amanda’s stubbornness had kicked in—she could be quite tenacious without even realizing it—and she’d convinced Becky to agree. But then Becky had hied off to the country without a by-your-leave, putting Amanda back at square one with her old choices.
She so hoped her old friend had returned by now. She wasn’t worried that Rupert would want to tag along. He’d had his fill of balls and parties. He’d been Amanda’s escort in the past and never failed to cause a stir, as handsome and flirtatious as he was, which tended to make every other gentleman present quite jealous, and jealous men didn’t want to dance. That was why she only asked Rupert to chaperone her as a last resort.
His mother, Julie, was just as bad! She’d raised her three boys on her own after her husband, the last Marquis of Rochwood, had died, and she tried to be both mother and father to them, which, unfortunately, had turned her into somewhat of a bully. As Amanda had told Rebecca recently when she’d been trying to talk her into being her chaperone, While Aunt Julie will agree to accompany me to parties, she’ll also spend the entire night grumbling. And believe me, there aren’t very many men who don’t quickly retreat after receiving one of her scowls.
Rebecca had made a good point though: if Amanda’s beaus could so easily be intimidated by her aunt, then they weren’t for her. Amanda had to admit she’d been glad when a few of the more obnoxious ones had been scared off by Aunt Julie.
Amanda had almost reached the bottom of the stairs when her steps slowed. She wondered if Avery had arrived yet. While he never minded escorting her—at least he never complained about it—he usually had to cancel his own plans to do so, which made her feel bad. Occasionally, he wasn’t available because he was out of town.
She supposed she should have waited to dress for the evening until she had received confirmation that he was coming. Now she started to panic. Aunt Julie would be furious if she had to dress at the last minute to join her. But Amanda had already canceled two engagements because of Becky’s absence. She simply couldn’t cancel the two tonight, not when one party was being given by one of her closer friends, and the other by her sister-in-law, so Amanda had decided to attend them both—but not without an escort!
It wasn’t Avery who appeared in the parlor doorway, drawn out by her loud sigh, but the man standing before her made her forget every one of her woes.
Father!
She flew into Preston Locke’s open arms. "What are you doing here? You never come to London except on business."
He gave her a brief hug before he set her back to explain, I consider this business, family business. I came to find out what your cousin Rupert was doing here while his new bride was in Norford. You do know they didn’t even bother to inform me of their marriage?
Amanda winced for her cousin’s sake. Her brother, Rafe, had done the same thing, married Ophelia Reid on the fly, as it were, without telling the family first, and their father had been quite put out about it.
Well, that would explain why Rue left so suddenly today,
Amanda said, giving her father a knowing grin. She could just imagine how that conversation between annoyed uncle and admonished nephew had gone. So he’ll be bringing Becky back to London, d’you think?
I would imagine.
Soon, I hope? Perhaps even tonight?
I highly doubt it.
Amanda sighed.
Preston chucked her chin. What?
I was looking forward to having Becky as my chaperone tonight. Now I’m stuck with Avery again.
Preston frowned thoughtfully. Isn’t Becky a bit young for that—?
No, no,
Amanda quickly interrupted. "She’s married! You know that makes it quite acceptable."
Preston gave her a doubtful frown, which started her squirming. He was a big man, tall, strapping. She and her brother, Rafe, both got their blond hair and blue eyes from him, though Preston had a little gray at his temples, which quite annoyed him. But he rarely lost his temper, didn’t even appear to have one. He could exert such a calming influence on friend and foe alike that it was quite difficult to maintain a temper in his presence. He didn’t argue his points, he got them across in a reasonable manner, and if he was proven wrong, he’d merely laugh about it and go on from there. The only exception was how he dealt with his siblings. Where his sisters were concerned, he enjoyed pulling their cords, was quite the tease in that regard. Her brother had gotten that from their father, too, much to her annoyance.
Before her father actually forbade her to rely on Rebecca as her chaperone just because she was a few years younger than Amanda, she said, You did know that Becky was a maid of honor, right up till she married Rue? That’s where he met her, at the palace. But having served in the royal court, she’s more a stickler for proper etiquette than anyone I know.
No, I didn’t know, on either count. Your aunt Julie is still your best—
She doesn’t like going to these parties. She’ll go, of course, but you know how she is when she doesn’t like something,
she mumbled.
Preston sighed. I wish she had remarried instead of practicing being a curmudgeon.
She wishes the same thing about you,
Amanda said, then sputtered, Not the curmudgeon part!
Was that actually a blush climbing his cheeks? Surely not. It wasn’t as if the family didn’t know why he chose to stay single after his wife had died. He’d loved her too much. He’d preferred to honor that love and not try to replace it. Actually, she and Rafe had concluded that their father didn’t want to be disappointed in a second wife after having been so happy with the first. They could hardly disagree. They didn’t want their mother to be replaced either. But they did want their father to be happy, so if he did find someone who could make him that happy, they certainly wouldn’t object. He just wasn’t looking. He already knew all the unattached ladies at home and wasn’t interested in any of them, and he rarely came to London, where he might meet someone new.
But he was here now. She wondered . . .
By the by, I sent Avery home,
Preston said matter-of-factly. I’ll be your escort tonight, m’dear. I want to see for m’self the current crop of eligibles and what’s taking you so long to make up your mind.
Although it was quite hard to utter a delighted squeal and a groan in the same breath, Amanda managed it just fine.
Chapter Two
TWO PARTIES IN ONE night, is that normal these days?
Preston asked curiously.
Raphael laughed at his father. Is that why you and Mandy showed up so late? Went to another party first?
Preston made a face. Your sister insisted she couldn’t miss either one, so, yes. The other was at an old school chum’s house just down the street. Wouldn’t even call it a party, so few were in attendance.
Raphael was keeping his father company on the edge of the large ballroom where Ophelia’s guests were gathered that evening. Thankfully, no one there was likely to recognize Preston, he so rarely came to London, and never for social events unless at the queen’s request. So they didn’t know that the Duke of Norford was present. If they did, they’d be lining up to make his acquaintance.
At least Raphael’s father was used to social gatherings in the country these days, thanks to Ophelia. Preston’s five sisters used to entertain at Norford Hall frequently, but that was so long ago Mandy hadn’t even been born yet. And after the last of the five had married and moved elsewhere, Norford Hall remained quiet. Their mother preferred it that way, and after she died, Preston had become somewhat of a recluse. He wouldn’t even entertain for Amanda’s first come-out, had simply sent her off to London where she could be guaranteed her pick of the most eligible bachelors of the realm. It was the bane of the family that she hadn’t picked one yet.
As for his father’s curiosity, Rafe said, No, two parties in one night isn’t normal a’tall and is probably Phelia’s fault. This party was rather impromptu. She only sent out the invitations for this one this morning.
Preston was amazed. And this many showed up last minute, as it were?
Raphael chuckled. Becoming the premier hostess in the realm used to be Ophelia’s heart’s desire. Got the idea from her mum, who thrived on entertaining.
Such a trifling thing.
Not to the ladies it isn’t!
Raphael laughed. But she gave up that goal after we married. It was no longer the least bit important to her after Chandra was born.
Yet it happened anyway?
’Course it did, simply because of who she is. She’s too beautiful, too controversial, is still to this day talked about much more’n she ought to be, and to add to that, she’s now the daughter-in-law of the reclusive Duke of Norford.
Preston snorted at being described that way. How can I be reclusive when Ophelia entertains so much at Norford Hall every time you two stay with me?
Raphael said, "Yes, but she only invites the neighbors in the country, no one you don’t already know. Here in London is quite a different matter, and I can’t count how many strangers show up here because she doesn’t just invite friends and mere acquaintances, but also anyone she finds interesting, anyone the ton finds interesting, and of course the current crop of debutantes to help their cause."
Preston frowned. She hasn’t taken up matchmaking, has she?
No, of course not, she leaves that to the old dames, like those two over there, Gertrude Allen and Mabel Collicott.
Raphael nodded toward the two oldest women in the room, across from them. Look at them, you can just hear the wheels turning in their heads, trying to match up every unmarried person their eyes clap on.
Then he teased his father, "You better hope they don’t glance your way!"
Preston actually laughed. I think I’m safe in that regard. I know Gertrude. Sweet old bird who cornered me years ago to see if I was interested in marrying again. I set her straight on that.
Well, those two matchmakers should be quite happy tonight, since Phelia does make a point of finding out who all the new debutantes are and including a few of them at each of her parties.
You don’t mind so much entertaining?
Not really. She enjoys it. And it’s bloody hard not to want to make her happy, as much as I love her.
Mandy didn’t mention this was a ball,
Preston said, glancing about the ballroom.
Raphael chuckled. It’s not! Ophelia would have entertained in the parlor for what she considered merely a soiree, but as frequently happens at her parties, double the number invited usually show up.
It sounds like you need a sterner butler at the door,
Preston said in disapproval.
"It’s not party crashers. It’s friends and extra escorts of those who are invited, and Phelia hates to turn anyone away, so she simply adjusts and makes sure she always has extra food on hand. The simple fact is, no one wants to miss one of her entertainments, and they do cancel other engagements to come to hers instead, which is probably why there were so few guests at your first party tonight. Most hostesses make sure they pick nights Phelia isn’t entertaining. They’ll even confer with her about it! But occasionally she will throw an impromptu event like this one, especially when we’ve only just come to town."
Preston’s eyes lit on Amanda in the center of the room. Raphael followed his gaze. His sister was laughing delightedly with four young gentlemen surrounding her, each vying to entertain her, and apparently, one of them had succeeded. That was encouraging.
Preston must not have thought so. He actually sighed before he remarked, They flock to her, but I can see why she’s having a hard time at this husband-hunting business, if this is the best out for the Season.
They still flocked to Raphael’s wife, too, much to his chagrin, even though she was married now! But he spared a glance at the four young hopefuls surrounding Amanda and had to agree with his father. Rather plain looking, the lot of them, not that his sister would snub a man just because he wasn’t handsome, but she wasn’t likely to fall in love with someone who wasn’t at least interesting. And she was holding out for love, not title, not wealth, just love. He’d heard it so many times, that love was the only thing that could make for a happy marriage. He used to scoff at that, but how could he now when, because of love, his marriage was so happy?
What about your friends?
Preston added. Has she met them all? None you could recommend?
Raphael nearly choked. Gad, no! The few who wanted to marry did so before Mandy came of age. The rest I wouldn’t let anywhere near my sister, rakehells the lot of them. But I highly doubt this is a good assortment of the current batch of young men wife-shopping this Season. It wasn’t intended to be that sort of event. A good half of the guests are married. Unfortunately, I’ve noticed two of those couples are Mandy’s old friends.
Unfortunately?
Bound to bring back her melancholy once she happens to notice them,
Raphael guessed. "But she did complain to m’wife a few days ago that all of her