Henry Cochran, Earl of Kilsyth, was never meant to be an earl. Nevertheless, the title was his, along with the ennui. He has nothing to excite or challenge him. At least that is the case until he unintentionally wins an Irish lass in a game of chance and undertakes an interesting new project—turning the lass into a lady.
Eve Doyle had once known privilege and thought her future set. That was, until her brother’s monumental mistake forced them to flee Ireland and take up residence in Covent Garden. Just when she thought she’d be able to control her life, her brother wagered her at the gaming tables—and lost.
Now she must endure the next two years as ward to Lord Kilsyth—a gentleman who wishes to change her as so many have in the past. However, the bigger challenge for both will be to keep from losing their hearts.
The Wiggons’ School for Elegant Young Ladies meets My Fair Lady with a twist.
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Eve stiffened when the Earl of Kilsyth marched into the room. He was a formidable gentleman. Tall with dark wavy hair, intense grey eyes, and a finely formed frame. At least he filled out his clothing quite well. This was not what she expected at all. From what she’d overheard at the theatre, he was a tedious bore. Given the books, charts and maps about the room, she didn’t doubt the truthfulness of that rumor. Or perhaps he was simply an intellectual and Eve could understand why most actresses might find Kilsyth dreary. However, nobody had mentioned how handsome he was.
Even so, Kilsyth was still a daunting gentleman.
Behind him was another gentleman of a similar age, which Eve guessed at being nearly eight or seven and twenty. He stood as tall as Kilsyth but where the earl was dark, the other gentleman had light hair, but dark eyes that danced with humor in complete opposite to Kilsyth’s hard, cold grey eyes. Following the pair, was an older, slight woman, with graying hair.
What was this all about? Her brother simply wished to make good on his debt and that did not require the presence of others.
“As I explained ta yer butler I jave come ta see good on my debt.”
The earl turned on Eve and he studied her from head to toe.
Eve clutched her cloak tightly across her bosom as fear seeped into her bones.
“Brendan, what have ye done?” She edged closer to her brother now that the other gentleman studied her as Kilsyth had.
“Did he not tell you?” Kilsyth demanded.
Eve shook her head slowly, fearing exactly what her brother may have wagered.
