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A MAN TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM THE PAST… When Silas Anson inherits the earldom of Lichfield from a father he never knew, he has one goal: protect his siblings. To do so, he’ll need to do two things: replenish the estate’s depleted coffers, and gain the support of his powerful family—even though they betrayed his mother years ago. An arranged marriage with the daughter of the Marquess of Blandford will accomplish both of these objectives, while giving him a chance at a normal, happy life.
NEEDS A WOMAN WHO CAN SEE THE FUTURE... Except Lady Mallory Hughes isn’t the normal debutante he expects. Along with a large dowry, she’s inherited her family’s gift for predicting the future. For years, her family has kept her hidden away from society, for fear she will bring the family shame. If she is ever to have a chance at an independent existence—and love—she must get through this week without alerting Silas about her visions. But when Mallory touches Silas, she sees his death. With Silas’s life on the line, how can Mallory save him without revealing her gift, and risking their chance at a future together?
“Are you certain you do not wish to freshen up before meeting with Lord Lichfield?” Hettie did her utmost to keep up with Mallory as she departed the dining hall. “Mayhap change your gown or have Miss Felicity’s maid re-pin your hair?”
Mallory paused, her aunt colliding with her shoulder at the sudden stop.
She’d dressed that day as she did each morn. The gown she wore had been specifically packed because it highlighted her ample curves and hid her not-so-narrow waist. The ribbon woven through her long, brown curls was of a deep plum that complemented her grey gown. Her shoes were half-boots, sturdy enough for a walk about Tetbery Estate. Except for the ink marring her hand, Mallory appeared as she always did.
Poised. Modest. Genteel.
Everything the daughter of a marquess was raised to be.
That she was anything but poised on the inside was of no consequence, so long as she did her utmost to keep those around her blissfully unaware.
Her talent as an oracle—or a clairvoyant—did not define Mallory. In fact, she was determined to prove her family wrong and live a normal life. That she’d need refrain from touching others—and most objects—did not deter her from believing a normal life could be hers.
“I need not freshen anything. If my simple frock and daily coiffure is not to Lord Lichfield’s liking, then imagine if he learned of my talents.”
“You are not to speak of it,” Hettie hissed. “Your father would—“
“My father would die of apoplexy if I embarrassed him in any way,” Mallory finished. “Think you I am opposed to this match? I assure you, I do.”
Mallory squared her shoulders and marched into the foyer, pausing only to allow the butler to open the parlor door and announce their arrival.
“Lady Henrietta Hughes and Lady Mallory Hughes,” Tolsworth proclaimed, giving Mallory a reassuring nod as she swept past him and into the room.
She was vaguely aware of her aunt entering the parlor behind her and the butler pulling the door closed after stating tea would arrive with all due haste; however, Mallory stood rooted to the spot.
She hadn’t thought about what Lord Lichfield would look like, nor considered his age when she’d been told of the potential match. He could have been plagued with a hunched back or vertically challenged, but she hadn’t questioned that.
The man who stood to greet them was not what she’d envisioned in an arranged marriage.
He was not stout or rounded. He was in possession of all his extremities. And he certainly was not of an age past his prime.
Lord Lichfield did, however, tower over both Mallory and Hettie.
The earl’s shoulders were broad enough to pull a cart or roll a boulder up a hill.
And he was handsome. Not in the tradition English sense with a sharp nose, angular jaw, and rigid stance. No, it was far more—yet far less—what her brethren in muslin considered a dashing man.
He had a sophisticated air about him. As if he had seen things, experienced things, Mallory could only guess at.
His clenched jaw, and his clear blue eyes cascading over her, made Mallory wish she’d donned a gown that didn’t constrict her breathing in such a manner, as she found it exceedingly difficult to gain a proper breath.
Her stomach fluttered—actually fluttered as he gazed upon her.
A single black curl fell over one eye, and he pushed it back before turning his attention to Aunt Hettie.
“Heaven’s above,” Hettie hissed in her ear.
~~Reviewed by Lisa~~
What a delightful story. I know with any story by Ms. McKnight I will be entertained and glad to have met new characters. The banter is fast paced, smart and fun. This story has an interesting twist for the heroine and Ms. McKnight has once again created the perfect hero to love and appreciate the twist. Thank you for an enjoyable adventure.
Bless her heart, Lady Mallory just wants a home of her own, a family for that home and a man that loves her for her and is not put off by her gift. She is stronger than she realizes and when she discovers it, she is charming. Her quirky Aunt Hettie is full of mystery and I hope to see more of her in the future. Ms. McKnight has left some things dangling that I look forward to seeing tightened up. While Hettie and Mallory share the gift, Hettie was not as fortunate as Mallory in finding a man to love and appreciate her, but she is the only one in the family that embraces and loves Mallory.
Silas, Silas, Silas…He just wants to return to France, but knows that he has to think of his siblings. His mother is flighty, and I think more like a sibling, someone to care for. Silas has become the Earl of Lichfield against his wishes and doesn’t even remember his father. He is a wonderful man filled with conundrums. Does he follow the solicitor’s advice? Should he just chuck it all and return to France? Does he really want to marry? What about love? Thankfully the fates have brought Mallory into his world. Silas is protective, strong, and dependable.
Besides Aunt Hettie, I am intrigued with Felicity and her relationship with the Duke of Wycliffe. They have me very curious. Felicity is scientific, and she has her own twists that appeal to this reader. I am also hoping to meet Tricia, Mallory’s friend that is the daughter of a vicar. Silas’s twin needs to find, or be found by, a strong woman to pull him up short. We did not hear much about the men’s sister, but with them as siblings, her debut season should be a hoot!
I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.