Title: Mysterious Miss Channing
Author: Nadine Millard
Genre: Regency
Series: Ranford Series
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing
Charles Carrington, Earl of Ranford is the
very epitome of a devilish rake and he has no desire to change it.
However, taking up the reigns of his
family’s estate brings his grand plans of debauching the whole of London to an
abrupt halt.
Charles can only imagine the boredom he will
experience, living in rural Ireland and being disgustingly respectable.
Then along comes Julia.
Charles has no idea why, but his reaction
to the mysterious Miss Julia Channing is more powerful than any attraction he’s
ever experienced. And he’s experienced a lot.
She is his opposite in every way; good
where he is bad, soft where he is hard and determined to be kind to everyone,
which is definitely is not.
But Julia is not all she seems and as their
attraction grows, so too does Charles’s certainty that all is not what it seems
with the beautiful companion.
Will Charles be able to solve the mystery
of Miss Channing? And in doing so, will he find the happily ever after he
didn’t even know he wanted?
Georgian/Regency Ireland Fun
Facts:
“God, I’m bored”, Viscount Charles
Carrington, future Earl of Ranford announced petulantly as he stood surveying
the guests filling the ballroom of his family’s Mayfair Townhouse.
The ton had converged, en masse, on their
stylish mansion to celebrate the much celebrated marriage of Lady Caroline
Carrington, daughter of the Earl of Ranford to Mr. Thomas Crawdon, cousin of
the Duke of Hartridge.
Really, the marriage should have taken
place two years ago but his sister had been a stickler for propriety (meaning
boring) and had been adamant that she would only marry a Peer (meaning
snobbish).
Tom had been wonderful for Caroline. Loving
him meant she was no longer snobbish and, given that she’d hightailed it to
London in pursuit of him only weeks ago, she was clearly no longer boring.
Charles had known from the moment he saw
them together that there’s was a sickeningly real and everlasting love. Not
unlike that of Rebecca, his youngest tearaway of a sister and her husband,
Edward the Duke himself.
That one was a bit of a shock, until you
saw them together.
Their lives were all insanely intertwined
and the four of them were enough to make anyone cast up their accounts they
were so happy.
Charles had noticed that Tom had
practically dragged Caroline out the door of the mansion earlier with barely a
civil goodbye. He refused to think on it any further since Caroline was his
younger sister.
It was hard to get away from it, however,
since it was all anybody could talk about.
“Disgraceful behaviour”, came the voice of
one older lady. “I had high hopes for that girl. He has been a terrible
influence.”
“Yes”, came another wavering voice, “but
he’s so handsome.”
“And what a reputation he had”, a much
younger voice chimed in, one that grabbed Charles’s attention since it was husky
and pleasant and the exact type of voice that usually peaked his interest.
“Indeed, Mrs. Campton”.
Ah, the voice was married. Not that that
usually stopped him. After all, the ton was nothing if not filled with
dalliances between bored spouses.
He was most times willing, and always
unattached.
“Mrs. Campton”, he said now to Edward, “do
I know her?”
“The wife of Robert Campton, son of the
Duke of Salton. A lovely woman.” Edward paused and Charles, in his usual manner
immediately took ‘lovely’ to mean ‘attractive’.
“Is she indeed?” he asked, his interest
further piqued.
“Oh, yes. Very pleasant and exceedingly
attached to Robert and their seven children.”
Charles felt his jaw drop.
“Seven? Good heavens. She did not sound old
enough to be the mother of seven children.”
“Well, there she is now”, muttered Edward
as a portly woman with a cheerful smile and ruddy complexion came into view,
“decide for yourself if she looks old enough. But I assure you, the mother of
seven she is.”
Charles shrugged with nonchalance his
interest immediately fading. He had no interest in carrying on with somebody’s
mother. Or seven somebodies for that matter. What was another woman, in any
case? By and large, they were all the same.
And the ones who stood out were the ones
who caused trouble. One only had to look at both his brothers-in-law for the
truth in this statement. His younger sisters had caused untold problems for
both Edward and Tom and still they had both men wrapped round their respective
fingers.
Charles was happy for them but had no wish
to follow in their footsteps. He had made the silly mistake of falling for a
woman’s false charms and protestations of love once before. He would never do
so again.
Sighing rather self-pityingly, he wondered
if he should take himself off to White’s to drown his sorrows.
Or, perhaps a gambling den where the brandy
flowed freely and the women were more than welcoming.
The bride and groom had left, after all.
And his father would soon retire.
He frowned slightly as his ice-blue gaze
took in his father’s countenance. He seemed older and sicker by the day and the
journey from their estate in Offaly, Ireland had certainly taken the wind out
of the old man’s sails.
Charles felt a niggling worry. He and his
father had been at loggerheads for some years now but Charles loved the Earl,
who was a kind and decent man.
His only fault, as far as Charles was
concerned, was a determination to see his son return to rusticate in Ireland
awaiting the day that he became Earl of Ranford. The problem was that Charles
was more than satisfied being a rich and responsibility-free Viscount.
The issue had caused many a headache for
both men but Charles grew guiltier by the day. His father did not need the
added stress of worrying about his renegade son on top of his health issues.
And yet, the thoughts of leaving the thriving, lively city of London for rural
Ireland was enough to make him itch.
Try as he might, Charles could not shake
his maudlin mood. The weight of responsibility did not lend itself to a jovial
party spirit.
The evening, it seemed, would be a dead
end. His mood was set and nothing would distract him from it.
His eyes swept the room a final time until
a flash of deep, rich red caught his eye.
The companion.
Charles watched as Miss Channing did her
level best to blend into the wall behind her. His eyes raked her from the top
of her stunning hair, the colour of a fine claret, right down her breath-taking
figure to the tips of her toes. Well, he couldn’t see her toes, he conceded.
But they certainly weren’t the parts of her that were holding his attention
anyway.
There was an air of vulnerability about her
that tried desperately to tug at his heartstrings but he refused to let it. His
heartstrings would remain untagged by any woman ever again, he reminded himself
fiercely.
He watched as she heaved a great sigh,
shifting the bodice of her modest grey gown, and his eyes lit with an unholy
blue fire.
Making his way slowly toward her, Charles
felt the smile of the hunt begin to spread across his lips.
Miss Julia Channing. It would appear that
something could distract him after all.
Ranford
Hall, where the story takes place, is based on Emo
Court
Emo Court was designed by the architect
James Gandon in 1790 for the Earls of Portarlington and is a magnificent
example of the neo-classical style. During the middle of this century it was
owned by the Jesuits and it was then acquired and extensively restored by Mr.
Cholmeley Harrison in the 1960s.
Located in Emo, County Laois, the house is
surrounded by beautiful gardens and parkland which were first laid out in the
18th Century and contain formal lawns, a lake and woodland walks with fine
trees and shrubs. The house and gardens were taken into state ownership in
1994.
An Unlikely Duchess
Seeking Scandal
Hey everyone!
I'm Nadine, a writer from County Laois in
Ireland.
My debut novel, a Regency Romance called An
Unlikely Duchess debuted in March 2014, with Book Two, Seeking Scandal,
debuting July 2014. There is a final book in the series, Mysterious Miss
Channing releasing in January 2015.
I'm also part of a box set, Forbidden,
Regency Romance which contains my novella, A Winter Wish.
My brain is constantly full of stories and
characters so don't be surprised if I come out with something completely
different after that...though I have to say, my heart belongs to Regency!
When I'm not writing I can be found
scurrying around after my three children. Or perhaps my dog. I don't scurry
after my husband, that's generally the other way around! ;)
I hate housework so only kind of pretend to
do it! Love reading (or research as I like to call it).
I have a brilliant family and wonderful
friends who are ever patient and supportive of me.
I'm sometimes asked where my inspiration
comes from. I guess it's from everywhere! I love my gorgeous husband to
distraction so that helps! I think I also put a little bit of people I know
into my characters...shhhh ;)
Have an ever so mild obsession with Jane
Austen and have properly researched time machines in case there's one who could
take me back to 1800s. I know. I need help. My brain might be odd but it's a
pretty fun place to be at times!
My writing really took off when my three
year old started preschool. So now, while my seven, five and three year old
children are being taken care of by teachers, my characters are being taken
care of by me!
To be fair though, I can quite regularly be
found at 2am glued to the laptop when I get an idea!
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