When his one true love marries another man, Graham Wellingham abandoned his hopes of romance to pour his attention into business. His hardened heart has left him immune to the charms of wealthy socialites… but he hasn’t forgotten the promise he made to his love Hannah all those years ago.
Hannah Simpson Harrington has straddled two conflicting words her entire life. Once married to a future earl after her dream husband never proposed, his untimely death has left her a dowager with a too-mature-for-his-own-good sixteen-year-old son. But when she and Graham stumble upon a second chance for love, the possibility of a fairy-tale happy ending hovers just beyond their reach.
Meanwhile, a mysterious young woman captures the attention of Hannah’s twin brother Henry. There’s only one problem – a relationship between a housemaid and the grandson of a duke is forbidden. But Harry holds a glimmer of hope… and he’s willing to take a scandalous risk for the sake of love.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Historical / Victorian4th book in The Heirs of the Aristocracy series. 4.4 average rating on Amazon (73 ratings)
The sunlight that warmed Hannah’s face suddenly disappeared. “You look like an angel.”
Hannah blinked as she dropped her hand to her midriff. Although the one who interrupted her reverie was cast in shadow, she knew immediately it was Graham. She grinned. “You say that as if you’ve actually seen one,” she chided.
Graham lowered his gangly body to the grass and stretched out next to her. “Every time I see you,” he said with a wink. His gaze moved to take in the clouds above them, and he allowed a guffaw. “I thought you might be napping, but now I know you are deciding who will win the race.”
Hannah giggled. “The race?” she repeated.
“There’s an elephant chasing a turtle,” he said as he pointed to the clouds directly above them, “and a race horse, too.”
Continuing to giggle as she followed his finger, her eyes widened when saw exactly what he described.
“So, are you betting on the turtle? Or the race horse?” he asked, his gaze turning to her.
Hannah allowed a brilliant smile as her hand once again shielded her eyes. “I don’t see a finish line.”
“If I was the turtle?”
Hannah turned her head in the grass to regard him, sobering at his question. “I would bet on the turtle, of course. But why ever would you cast yourself as the turtle rather than the horse?” she asked in a whisper.
“Because a turtle will live far longer than the horse,” he replied, his hand reaching for hers.
Closing her eyes to concentrate on the warmth of her hand in his, Hannah grinned and allowed a long sigh. “Promise?”
Graham turned his head in the grass. “And if I do?”
Hannah’s eyes fluttered open, and she angled her head to regard him through blades of grass...
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