An Affair to Remember
Contents (35)
- Karen Hawkins
- An Affair to Remember
- Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Other Books by Karen Hawkins
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
Karen Hawkins
An Affair to Remember
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
About the Author
Other Books by Karen Hawkins
Copyright
About the Publisher
The men of the St. John family are outrageously handsome and possess far too much wealth. It is enough to make one ill.
Viscountess Hunterston to Miss Sophia Canterley,
while sipping lemonade at the
Woodhouse Charity Masque
Prologue
It’s true that the St. John men are far superior to all other men. I wish just one of them would find me superior to all other women.
Miss Sophia Canterley to her mother, Lady Fetchwythe, while driving in Hyde Park
Kiltern House, England
May 1, 1816
“And last, to my cousin Anthony Elliot, the estimable Earl of Greyley, I leave the sole care of all five of my beloved children.”
A complete, stunned silence met the solicitor’s words. The silence stretched and grew, punctuated only by the rustle of stiff black bombazine as people turned toward the back of the room where the Earl of Greyley lounged in a chair, legs stretched before him, hands shoved into his pockets. But although the assemblage waited, the earl gave no reaction.
The solicitor was disappointed. Mr. Hebershem had expected something. A startled blink. A quick frown. Anything other than bland acceptance. After all, the earl was a noted bachelor and one of the most successful, wealthy men in England. As such, he could hardly be pleased to learn that he had just inherited five notoriously unruly children from a cousin he’d openly abhorred.
Fortunately for the solicitor, the earl’s half brother was not so reticent. “Bloody hell, Greyley,” Lord Brandon St. John said, amusement gleaming in his blue eyes. “You’ve just inherited an armful of babes.”
“Babes?” the earl drawled in that lazy, deep voice that was peculiar to the head of the Elliot family. “If they’re anything like cousin James, they’re devil’s spawn.”
Lady Putney leaped from her seat in the front row, her black mourning dress a compliment to her falsely colored hair. “How dare you impugn my son’s name!”
Greyley turned a bored gaze to the woman. “It’s the truth. James Elliot was a nip farthing, a scoundrel, a cheat, and a liar.”
“I’m afraid he’s right,” Lord Brandon agreed thoughtfully. “Didn’t know how to dress, either. Never saw a man more given to wearing stripes with dots.”
“Oh!” Lady Putney turned to Mr. Hebershem. “My son would have never left his beloved children to that”—she cast a look of virulent dislike at the earl—“man.”
“Careful, Greyley,” Lord Brandon warned his brother. “She has thrown down the gauntlet and calls you a man. Such rudeness.”
The earl ignored him. “Lady Putney, if you have issue with the will, then take it up with your son. He wrote it.”