For the past six years, Miss Lizzie Doherty has had exactly zero proposals. Not because she isn’t attractive, or from a good family, or doesn’t have well-connected friends, but simply because she is poor. Or so the ton believe. Invited to a country house party on a stormy night, her journey takes an unexpected turn when her driver delivers her to the wrong estate. Upon entering the home, she’s soon masked and sworn to secrecy. Never has Lizzie ever experienced such an odd and intriguing event, so she plays along to see where the night will take her.
Lord Hugo, Viscount Wakely lives for sin, for anything scandalous, and for house parties that involve all of those things. At least he used to. But imagine his surprise when his good friends’ ward, Miss Lizzie Doherty, an innocent and a successful debutante six years running, arrives at the last debauchery house party he’ll attend. Or when an impromptu, scandalous kiss turns his life upside down.
Lizzie decides to stay for the week-long house party. Masks keep the guests’ identities secret, but Lizzie would know Lord Hugo Wakely anywhere. And that one impromptu, scandalous kiss tells her that he is the Viscount for her…he just doesn’t know it yet.
To Vex a Viscount is the 4th book in my Lords of London series. This series is currently being produced into audio and I'm now looking to have it translated into multiple languages.
“It says right here in Pride and Prejudice that a gentleman in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife.” Lizzie Doherty slapped the book shut and noticed her cousin by marriage, the Countess of Leighton, making an amused study of her. “What are the odds my very sentiments are confirmed in these novels. What do you say, Kat?”
Katherine laughed, shaking her head. “Lizzie, that unfortunately is not always true, and then when it is, the man usually makes the catastrophic mistake of marrying someone they don’t care about, or even like for that matter. And you’re not a man, you’re a woman in possession of a large fortune, if not known within society, and so it’s you who is looking for a husband.”
Lizzie stared down at Pride and Prejudice, thinking over her cousin’s words, which unfortunately her last Season in town had proved correct. Despite her connections, no one had offered for her hand, nor suggested they might, in all the balls she attended. It had even started to frustrate her, and she wasn’t normally the type to become annoyed at other people’s decisions or actions. But to be a pariah for an unknown reason seemed peculiar. And now, she’d had enough of it.
Lizzie came from a family with great connections, even if they were on the poor side of the Upper Ten Thousand. Her own situation was improved when her cousin Hamish, Earl Leighton, bestowed on her a large dowry some six years ago, which had only grown in value over that time due to his investments, or so he’d told her. She was set to be gifted close to seventy thousand pounds upon her marriage, or her twenty-fifth birthday. A tidy sum any future husband would be happy to receive. If one would only ask her.
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Already translated.
Translated by Evelyn T M Martins
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Author review: Great translation and communication as usual. Highly recommend! :-) |
