When Miss Althea Claywell overhears her uncle’s decision to marry her to his sixty-year-old friend, she runs away. Her escape lands her in a small village where she encounters Lord Preston Ambrose, Viscount Melcombe, who is also in need of a governess for his five nieces. Althea accepts the position with little reservation. Her uncle would never think to look for her at Ambrose Hall.
Preston had wanted Miss Claywell from the first moment he spied her in London, but only managed to secure two dances before he had to return home. When he stumbles across Miss Claywell in the village, he offers her the only position that she’s likely to accept. What he really wants is to have her in his bed.
Will desire rule, or will they manage to find love before Althea is found?
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Major Ambrose was everything she’d ever hoped to find in London. So different from all the others. Quiet, handsome, courteous and a simple glance or touch filled her with longing.
By the time they parted that day, Althea was in love. She knew it was silly as she couldn’t know him well enough to have developed such deep feelings so soon, yet she had. It was as if her soul had been waiting for him.
Then he was gone.
Althea never saw Major Ambrose again and she began to wonder if she’d imagined him.
She tried to tell herself that her attraction was because he was mysterious and so different from the others that called on her, but it wasn’t so simple.
The others flattered, flirted, complimented, and offered witty quips, but Althea barely paid them any mind when the silent Major Ambrose had been present. She had been drawn to him as if he belonged to her.
Major Ambrose was also the only reason she wanted to attend the next Season because she hoped to encounter him again. Otherwise, Althea could do without Society.
“I’m certain Althea will have no objection,” her uncle was saying. “She isn’t getting any younger, and it is unlikely there will be other offers.”
At those words, her stomach tightened. Did her uncle see no hope for her future?
“She may not agree,” Mr. Smith said with concern.
“Nonsense. We’ve already signed the contracts. She must. We will then be family.”
Althea placed a hand on her stomach and edged her way back up the stairs hoping not to be seen.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Vania Nunes
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by María Gabriela Guzmán Miguel
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