Chelynne

By Robyn Carr

IN THE DECADENT COURT OF CHARLES II, SHE WANTED A MOST UNSUITABLE MAN—HER HUSBAND.

Orphaned and raised by her uncle, the feisty sixteen-year-old Chelynne resolves to show her gratitude by marrying the man of her uncle's choice. Bracing herself for a graying, sickly noble, the last man she expects for a husband is the dashing future Earl of Bryant, Chadwick Hawthorne—suddenly, being a loving wife doesn't seem too hard a task. But he spurns her affection and remains her husband only in name, never in deed. Tormented by unfinished business from his past and an uprising threatening his land, Chad resolves to keep his distance from everyone, including his young wife.

Chelynne will go to any lengths to ignite her husband’s passion and save their marriage. But when she finally goes too far, the Earl must share his dark secret before Chelynne loses her reputation—or worse, her life.

Set during the English Restoration, CHELYNNE is filled with political conspiracies, family secrets, and shocking affairs, creating a deliciously complicated plot. Fans of VIRGIN RIVER are going to love this historical novel written with Robyn's trademark zest for life.

“A delightful book…Robyn Carr is absolutely marvelous.” —Danielle Steel

“Adventure, danger, derring-do, as well as doings at the glittering anything-goes court of Charles II ....Carr tells an entertaining yarn.” —Publishers Weekly

“A fast, gripping story...The reading public can anticipate good books from an imaginative new author.”—Best Sellers

• Language: English
• Publisher: Liza Dawson Associates
• Release date: Apr 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781452450216

Robyn Carr

Robyn Carr is an award-winning, #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than sixty novels, including highly praised women's fiction such as Four Friends and The View From Alameda Island and the critically acclaimed Virgin River, Thunder Point and Sullivan's Crossing series. Virgin River is now a Netflix Original series. Robyn lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. Visit her website at www.RobynCarr.com.

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Chelynne

By Robyn Carr

The author wishes to thank the members of the San Antonio Writers’ Guild for their support and encouragement during the writing of this book.

This novel is a work of historical fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents relating to non-historical figures are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance of such non-historical incidents, places or figures to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 1980 by Robyn Carr

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

First Pocket Books printing October 1985

For Brian and Jamie, with love

August 2011

Dear Reader,

I wrote Chelynne in 1977 and sold it in 1978. It was my first sale, but my third completed novel. My children were just babies, aged one and three, and I didn’t have a car. I trekked to the grocery store pushing my children in the stroller. We lived in a tiny apartment, and before I could put dinner on the table I had to shift the typewriter (yes, typewriter!) off of it. My husband was an Air Force pilot, stationed in San Antonio where I joined my first writers’ critique group.

I was twenty-six years old with no training in writing when I decided to write this book. I had been reading the most wonderful historical novels – Anya Seton’s Katherine, Rosemary Hawley Jarmen’s The King’s Grey Mare and others. One of my absolute favorite novels was Forever Amber. When I went to the library and did a little research and found that the history that drove those fictional romances was actually true, it took my breath away! I had to be a part of that!

I chose the Restoration period for my first three historical novels because Amber St. Claire of Forever Amber charmed and intrigued me. Chelynne was published in hardcover by Little, Brown & Co. It was later picked up for paperback by a young editor at Pocket Books – it was one of her first acquisitions. Twenty years later that editor became my agent and we’ve been happily partnered ever since.

Most writers dream of being bestsellers, but that didn’t happen for me right away. Though I sold my first book in 1978, I didn’t have my first New York Times bestseller until 2008, when MIRA Books launched my Virgin River Series. MIRA has been everything I could want in a partner – smart, loyal, imaginative and dogged. And I’m grateful that success didn’t come earlier – I could not have coped with it alongside kids in diapers or teenagers challenging my sanity. Now is the right time.

Now is also the perfect time to re-issue my long-out-of-print historical romances. Readers have been asking for them for years; libraries have been retiring their well-used copies. Sometimes it’s hard to look at the writing I did when I was so young and inexperienced, but sometimes it’s a bit thrilling. I had great courage, when you get down to it. Had I known then what I know now, I wonder if I’d have taken on this challenge. But I am so glad I did!

I’m so grateful to this digital age for making this return to my historicals possible. And I’m so grateful to you, for looking into the past with me.

With kind regards,

Robyn Carr

ONE

A coach and eight approached Welby Manor. Two grooms held on to the back with determination and several horsemen rode as escort. On the landing in front of the grand manor house the baron waited anxiously for this passenger’s arrival. As the coach slowed to a stop, the footmen bounded from their station and rushed to have the door opened for the traveler.

At last the coach came to a complete stop and Lord Mondeloy sucked in his breath in anticipation. The door opened and a small gloved hand reached out to touch lightly upon the footman’s as the woman within prepared to disembark. With the grace of a goddess and the regal affectations of a queen, her foot found the stool and then the ground.

Sheldon Mondeloy caught his breath as he beheld the beauty of the young woman before him. He had but an instant to light his eyes on her lovely face before she dropped into a deep curtsy.

My lord, she greeted him with a voice soft as satin.

He broke into a broad grin and bowed. My lady, he acknowledged.

She straightened and held her hands clasped in front of her while he appraised her beauty with a smile. Small and fragile in appearance, she greatly resembled her mother. The squareness of her jaw and the thinness of her lips were not part of her maternal heritage, but the soft brown hair streaked with blond and the finely arched brows were her mother’s. It was as if the years had disappeared, as if Madelynne stood before him now. She was positively breathtaking.

Sheldon felt a strange catch in his throat and his vision began to blur as if he had tears in his eyes. He held open his arms to her and it was much like freeing a bird from its cage. She squealed with delight and flung herself on him, he lifting her clear of the ground in a hearty embrace and she clinging to his neck, wild with happiness. When she was on her feet again she giggled.

Ravishing, he muttered. You are ravishing! For a moment I thought you’d forgotten your uncle.

I thought I’d never get here, she chattered. I thought I’d die it took so long to get here! I’ve missed you so, Uncle Sheldon. Oh, it’s so good to be home!

He laughed at her enthusiasm. Shall we stand out here all day or may we go inside now?

Carmel? Is Carmel still here?

In the stable, he replied, speaking of the mare he had gifted her with some years ago. Not as frisky but still a fine mount. Surely you’re not ready for a ride so soon after you’ve arrived.

As soon as I might. I’ve been bound to the busk and the needle all winter, as you should know, since you bound me to them! Her face formed a pretty little pout and then she smiled again as she stepped inside the entrance hall. Whirling around with childish abandon and flinging her plumed hat into the air, she lost all resemblance to a carefully groomed aristocratic dame. Sheldon caught her and stilled her some small bit. She was in a delirium of happiness in coming home.

Chelynne, he ordered. Calm down. Has all my effort in seeing you educated gone to naught? Must I send you away to yet another grande dame for training?

Her expression grew intensely solemn. My lord, I quite forgot myself. I humbly beg your indulgence in this simple maiden’s brain of mine. It seems I’ve let myself forget all good breeding and social courtesies. I yield to your pleas and will find solace in my stitchery, penance for my misbehavior, if you’ll be so kind. She fell into another curtsy and sank so low her nose nearly touched the shining floor. A broad smile covered Sheldon’s face. Every inch of her cried woman, but there was still that child, that carefree immature little girl, and he loved her beyond his life.

He covered his smile as she rose, and held out a hand to her. She lightly rested her fingers in his and he brushed a kiss on her hand. Very well, madam. If you will go to your rooms and freshen yourself for tea, there are some matters we must discuss.

Of course, my lord, she simpered. By your leave. She curtsied.

He gave a nod of his head and she practically swayed to the stair, her skirts swishing in a rhythmic pattern with the small steps she took away from him. Her hands lightly lifted the heavy folds of her skirt to just the top of her tiny slippered feet and she took two very careful steps upward. Then with a shriek of giggles she raised her skirts above her knees and dashed up the stairs two at a time.

Sheldon shook his head in happy exasperation. She might as well be clad in breeches for all the womanly grace she displayed. But he wouldn’t change one inch of her. She was exquisite, elemental.

An older woman struggling through the door carrying a valise and two hatboxes caught his attention. She was grunting and frowning.

Lord Mondeloy bowed to the woman, but she did not curtsy. Another grunt escaped her. How’ve you fared on your journey, Stella?

Not without a bump or two, I’ll have ye know. I hope this marks the end of our everlastin’ meanderin’, but I know better. This tired old body can’t take such movin’ and toilin’. And that kiss o’ fire you’ve saddled me with is ‘bout to make this old heart stop.

Your disposition is none the worse for it, he teased.

I’ll get her bathed and dressed, m’lord, and send her down for a space o’ time with her kin.

Is there not a groom to bring those things about for you, madam?

Aye, the bulk of it’s in the cart and some brawny lad will drop it and strew it around a bit ‘fore it gets to me. She grunted again, looked up the stairs to where she assumed her mistress had gone and then back to Lord Mondeloy. She’s grown up fine, m’lord.

Aye, but not quite grown up, I think.

What she’s left to do she can’t do alone, m’lord, the older woman advised.

He laughed, catching her meaning at once. And is she ready?

More than you think to look at her, m’lord.

He raised one brow and peered at the woman suspiciously. Would there be something you want to tell me, Stella?

Not I, m’lord. I won’t be sayin’ nothin’ but that I think I know the reason we’re home again, that’s all.

And does Chelynne guess?

If she does she hasn’t let on. That said, she stamped up the stairs, leaving Sheldon to stare at her back. Stella had tended Madelynne from her birth to her death and took over with the only offspring: Chelynne. Stella would feel as if this child were her own, having had her since the day she was born. There had never been any doubt in Sheldon’s mind when his brother and sister-in-law had both died that Stella would continue to care for Chelynne. He was the guardian and protector of the child, but Stella was the parent.

Sheldon went to his study and took a seat behind the huge desk. A maid brought a steaming pot of tea and cups a short time later and still he sat, impatient for Chelynne. He opened his desk and took out a gold ornament attached to a long, rather frayed ribbon. It was a bookmark, weighted down by the heavy gold disk that was almost as large as an egg. He kept it in the drawer of the desk when he was at home and carried it with him when he was out. He opened the disk into two halves and looked within to a tiny miniature portrait of Madelynne, the face so like Chelynne’s, and sat in quiet musing.

He looked up to the study door and the portrait came to life. She stood there looking at him, that sweet seductive smile, the fine, delicate oval face surrounded by honey-colored curls. For a moment he was oblivious to reality. If he hadn’t recovered himself he might have risen and kissed that lovely mouth. Instead he smiled. Come in, my dear.

Chelynne took the chair in front of Sheldon’s desk and perched on the edge. She poured for them both. You got away from Stella quickly, he remarked, taking his tea from her.

I tried. She said, ‘If his lordship finds fault with ye, ye won’t be puttin’ the blame to me. It’s like trying to brush down a horse while ridin’ it.’ She finished with a giggle and covered her mouth guiltily, remembering he wished her to act like a lady now. Where is Lady Eleanor? she asked out of politeness.

She’ll be down later. She’s resting. I’m pleased, Chelynne. He smiled. You’re looking fit. I’ve waited a long time to have this talk with you. You won’t be going away again. She smiled happily. But neither will you be staying here. Her mouth drooped abruptly. If you had to decide, right now, what you would do with the rest of your life, what would you say?

She thought for a moment, closing her eyes in concentration. She loved little games like this, guessing games, pretending games. I would choose to be the Queen of England, she mused aloud.

Will the countess of Bryant do?

Gracious Lord, she murmured, aghast. You’ve gone and done it! You’ve married me off!

He couldn’t help his laughter. It isn’t done yet, Chelynne. Had you given any thought to your plans? If there’s some other gentleman that’s met your fancy, I’m willing to...

She shook her head negatively but the dumbfounded expression remained on her face. She couldn’t speak.

Chelynne, are you concerned about my judgment?

Of course not, she whispered. It’s just that...well, I hadn’t thought so soon...

I’m not throwing you to the lions, my dear. A young bride is the best bride and you’re more than ready to be making a match. I could have seen it done years ago, but once you’re promised the wedding will follow soon.

The titled name stuck in her mind and she had a picture of an aging earl, wrinkled and thin, taking her away from home. She swallowed hard and shuddered.

His father is coming here to negotiate the dowry and have a look at you. The earl ages and you will wed the heir to that family seat. There is a great deal of wealth there. We’re most fortunate that he will even consider you.

Why would he even consider me? she asked stupidly.

Sheldon smiled proudly. Because I boasted the land I offered as your dowry to be valuable and fertile and you to be the most beautiful woman in England. Neither is even slightly exaggerated.

Did my father leave a dowry?

Your father left you only your uncle, love. I’m afraid there is nothing but that gold coin that your mother wore about her neck and this small portrait of your father.

Some of Chelynne’s acquaintances had married even younger than this, going off to isolated manor houses in the country to bear brats for doddering old knights and barons. Even though her uncle had not described him, she could envision the groom. He would be a silly old man or imbecilic young gallant with skinny legs and a long nose. To a man like her uncle, a good match meant money and prestige. Title was all the mode.

I imagine he is rich, she thought aloud.

Rich? He is richer than his own father, whose title and money he will inherit. I met him a few years ago and I gather he’s acquired much wealth since then.

And thin, she guessed.

He’s a fine figure, Sheldon laughed. I’ve had your best interest at heart, darling, and I don’t mind telling you it’s a great deal easier to get you wed than that fop of a son of mine. I’ll be fortunate to find a woman who will have Harry.

Chelynne smiled at this open slander of her cousin. It was music to her ears for she had never liked him. Tolerating him was a chore she was obliged to do for Sheldon’s sake. Harry was doted upon by his mother, and Sheldon’s attentions toward Chelynne caused no small amount of chafing in this household. If she had to wed someone like Harry she would slit her throat.

She cringed unconsciously at the thought, a grimace growing on her pretty face.

Chelynne, does the thought of marriage truly distress you?

I fear it does, she said honestly. I hadn’t thought on it and now that it’s here...it frightens me.

He frowned. Then perhaps you are not ready, but your years will not allow us to wait. The earl is not a patient man when he’s made his mind.

But he hasn’t made his mind yet, Uncle. Perhaps when he sees me he will—

Chelynne, when he sees you it will be all I can do to prevent him from taking you away on the spot. Now calm down, darling, there’s nothing to fear. Your mother was married at your age and she did fine.

Will... The words seemed frozen in her throat but she pressed them out quickly. Will he keep me with him from the wedding day?

Of course, Sheldon answered in astonishment. Then Chelynne’s eyes went quickly to her lap and Sheldon knew what she had intended to ask. There will be no delay in the consummation, sweetheart. I don’t think you need fear it. As I said, I met the man and he appears to be a gentleman. It has to happen sometime, Chelynne.

She gulped and Sheldon laughed. There will come a day, dear child, when you will laugh at yourself for this fear. I expect you’ll be round with babe in no time and wonder what you shied at.

Oh, God, it was too much. She hadn’t even settled herself on the act and he had her delivering a child. Her complexion lightened to a pale ivory, the pink gone from her cheeks. Sheldon noticed but disregarded her reaction.

Your mother lived in a different age when her marriage was arranged. You’ve never been to court. I purposely had you reared away from it and the reason is this: I find most of their habits morally corrupt. It is the fault of arranging marriages in which no romance is possible. I did not interest myself solely in the title of the man or his wealth. My major concern was with his character and personal habits. I would have you wed a man you could love, hold faithful to, and cherish for all time. I see those possibilities in this match. I have selected a man you should find little fault with.

How soon?

The earl will visit us within the next two months and no doubt the wedding will follow shortly. Accept this graciously, dear. You might be nervous but I trust you to conceal it well. My mind is made.

Yes, sir, she murmured, feeling a little dejected now.

You’ll have a fine title and will be presented at court, darling. There are advantages to marriage.

Her face brightened some small bit. Yes, there were advantages, she thought. She had spent years visiting other noble families in and out of England. Grande dames filled her head with the glamorous stories of being in the company of the king and queen. As any child would, she began to turn her head to other thoughts, a handsome husband, a position at court, gowns, jewels, money...she smiled at Sheldon.

That’s better, he approved. You’ll get used to the idea.

It was a long while later that she left her uncle’s study. They had talked of other things, theirs being a relationship closer than that of most fathers and daughters. He doted on her, but in respect to her dead parents, took the responsibility of seeing her brought into womanhood with the greatest of care. She had never doubted his devotion and, because of this gentle man’s dauntless love, she had no longing for truer parents.

Welby Manor was nearly perfect for her. The only imperfection was the lack of love she had from her aunt Eleanor. And of course Harry. But Chelynne had Stella’s love and did not crave any more maternal devotion than that. She had long ago accepted Eleanor’s cool attitude toward her. The woman was always cross and insulting except when she came into contact with someone of a higher social station, and then she was unnaturally flattering and pretentious. Sheldon seemed to have a hard time controlling Eleanor’s actions, but when it came to the treatment of Chelynne, Lord Mondeloy found the limit to his tolerance. Eleanor was not allowed to abuse his young niece, not even with a harsh word.

Harry was much worse. His hostility and jealousy were open. He and Chelynne had been squabbling for years whenever they were in the same house. In deference to her uncle, Chelynne avoided that contact, keeping herself as far from her cousin as she could.

On her way to her room she saw the tall straight back of a servant as he carried a tray toward the stairs. She stopped and cleared her throat. He turned, looked her over, and a slow smile spread across his face. So good to have you home, my lady, he said with a slight bow.

You’re looking fit, Gordon, she replied.

No longer a little girl, he commented. A woman now. Was your journey pleasant?

Not nearly swift enough.

Is that for my mother? came a voice. The butler nodded to the young man just descending the stairs.

Aye, sir. I’m taking it to her now.

Then do it! What’re you waiting for?

Gordon, tall and broad with a bit of gray at his temples, nodded again. Just a word of welcome to my lady Chelynne, sir.

Ah yes, her royal highness. Harry bowed. Come home for tidings of the match of the century.

Chelynne stiffened. Raising her chin, she passed Gordon and maneuvered her way past Harry on the stair. Nice to see you again, Gordon.

We’ve sorely missed your laughter here, my lady, the butler murmured as she passed.

So the pauper princess shall wed a viscount. You certainly don’t look like countess material to me, Harry sneered.

Chelynne turned slowly on the stair, looking down at her cousin with a malicious smile on her lips. Have you wedding plans, Harry?

He ground his teeth and his superior smile faded. I haven’t found the woman worthy, he baited her.

Well, she said, looking over his pudgy frame with open contempt. Should I chance to meet some fair damsel with as much to hang over her bodice as you pour over your belt, I shall bring her to you posthaste.

The young man stiffened with indignation. His paunchy gut was a sore spot Chelynne was aware of. She lifted her chin and walked up the stairs, struggling to keep in her laughter. Gordon was on her heels, delivering a snack to Lady Eleanor. As he passed her at the top of the stairs he murmured, It’ll be nice to have someone around to keep him in check.

I shall do my best, she returned with a smile.

Very good, madam, he said as he hastened to his task.

Chelynne spent the remainder of the afternoon in her bedroom. She had many thoughts on the subject of marriage. She had never thought not to marry, but her first experience with love had dawned only the summer before.

It had been Sheldon’s decision to send her to other families for her training. Her education was primary and the summer before she was sent to Lord Stelanthope for his wife to take charge of some of her instruction in etiquette and court manners. In her free time, which was not much, she was allowed to ride. It didn’t take her long to learn how to quickly lose the groom who attended her on her rides, and she had quite a reputation for her mischief. Before she left she had acquired a reputation for a few other indiscretions as well.

She met a young gardener who worked daily on the manor lawns. He was twenty years old and magnificently handsome. Her young body had barely bloomed with the first flushes of womanhood, physical maturity a thing still happening within her supple young form. Reuben coerced her into a kiss. Though reluctant, she found the joining of two mouths pleasing; the sensation of their lips meeting, touching, tasting, and blending brought the first blushing yearnings of womanhood to her. Soon they became very expert at handling this pleasure. It gave her shivers to think of it even now.

She gave up losing the groom on her rides for sport and started dodging him so she could meet Reuben and spend more time alone with him. She was reprimanded by Lady Stelanthope on this misbehavior and sought other means of meeting him. She slipped out at night to be with him, alone in the manor gardens.

Reuben had long since passed pubescent experimenting, but Chelynne was not aware of his emotional maturity. She was shockingly aware of his physical attractions in a way she couldn’t understand. There was something about a simple man bent to physical chores that was so much more appealing than the mincing gallants. Reuben was muscled and lean, extremely handsome and masculine.

The pastime of kissing graduated to touching and his hands brought the most marvelous sensations when he sought out her breasts. Intoxicating delight spiraled through her at the first touch, left her weak and dizzy when they parted, and aching for their next encounter.

Neither of them was satisfied and the true trial came. Chelynne honestly never expected it and she was stunned by the possibility. He wanted her in a hungry way that was most difficult to refuse. He wanted to enter her and be a part of her. He became reckless with desire, begging to marry her and steal her away with him to any corner of the earth. She found it frighteningly impossible to accept and twice as impossible to refuse. It became torturous to be with him and torturous to be away from him.

She thought it a major crisis in her life when she returned to her bedroom one night, disheveled from her appointment with Reuben, to find Lady Stelanthope waiting for her. She was put through grueling examinations to confirm her virginity and sent home to Sheldon. The only saving grace was that the baroness did not give an unsavory explanation to Lord Mondeloy. She reported that they were due at Hampton Court to attend the king and queen and could not take Chelynne with them. Chelynne was simultaneously saved and destroyed.

Now at sixteen years she would be married to one of those mincing and delicate lords. Sheldon thought her distaste with the consummation was from fear. It was in truth repugnance. She couldn’t stand the thought of long cold fingers trying to titillate her. She wondered if she could bear her own wedding night. As for being ready, she was never more ready for anything. The spark had been ignited and the flame hid in waiting.

You’re a moody one, miss, Stella remarked some time later.

Aye, I’ve a lot on my mind, she sighed. Uncle Sheldon will have me married!

Good, good. And when shall we know the groom?

Good Lord, Stella! I didn’t say I was about to have dinner. I said I’m going to be married!

Aye, lass, and the time is ripe.

Ripe? How can you say that? Just this morn you accused me of being the foulest-tempered infant you’ve ever tended.

Stella chuckled at the reminder. For the most part you are that, she sighed. It’ll take a strong hand to calm you down.

And that’s what I have to look forward to?

That and a great deal more. Look at yourself, miss. You’ve a woman’s body right enough and that’s what interests his lordship now. He has to see ye wed ‘fore ye spoil yourself.

Oh! What a thing to say!

‘Tis truth. The old woman shrugged. You’ve heard it before now.

Chelynne fingered the gold coin that hung around her neck. Was she very much like me? she asked.

Who now? Stella questioned without looking up from her chore of sorting through Chelynne’s things and arranging the room.

My mother.

Ah, a great deal as I remember her. She was lovely and sweet.

Undo this dress, Stella. I’ll have to get ready for dinner. Was she in love with my father?

I guess only she could tell ye that. She was a good wife to him.

But he was much older, wasn’t he?

Aye, he was. But a powerful strong man. Much like your uncle, say ten, maybe twenty years ago. Had a fine handsome face for a man of fifty years. Never looked it, he seemed younger. Your uncle was but five and thirty then and they seemed the same in age.

But was she happy?

Never did I know a brighter lass when you grew and swelled in her belly. Her eyes were brighter than the sky. Pale blue her eyes were, with golden bits of sunlight in ‘em. Ah, she’d sparkle and shine.

And this is all I have of her, Chelynne sighed wistfully, touching the gold coin.

‘Twas a gift from the king. When the times were poor and the king himself had to beg a meal and borrow to eat, my Madelynne wouldn’t have that gold used. Aye, all her jewels went to the king’s cause, but that piece she saved. She’d have starved ‘fore she’d part with it. She held that very piece while she birthed ye, believing it brought her luck. It’s brought you luck enough, she finished with a sharp nod.

The days that followed were busy for Chelynne and allowed little time for worry about her upcoming marriage. She took Carmel for long rides. Tailors were brought to Welby Manor to sew for her and turned out a full wardrobe to be ready for her wedding. She dallied long hours in the gardens around the manor house and took refreshments with the servants she had known since childhood. She accompanied Sheldon when he went into Welbering to look at the records, visit the shops, and collect the tax.

Nervous tension mounted again for Chelynne when word came from the earl of Bryant informing Lord Mondeloy of his visit. He included in that message that his son would not accompany him but was due in London port sometime in June after making what should be his last voyage to the West Indies.

Lady Mondeloy made her presence felt in Welby Manor in a way that added considerably to Chelynne’s anxiety. She hurried her huge form around the mansion with a perpetual scowl on her face. She worked the servants with no less cruelty than a slave driver and the gardeners labored long hours to meet with her approval. New items of clothing were sewn for herself and her son, though both were already exceedingly well garbed. Furniture was recovered, walls painted and covered with fresh draperies, and brass and silver shined to a high gloss. Every pane of glass was cleaned until it glistened on a daily basis, though the earl would not arrive for some time to come.

Chelynne moved through this madhouse in a daze. She had never known her aunt to display such energy. She sent out invitations to members of the town she had scarcely met and had many an unused room readied for this grand visit. She intended to flaunt the occasion to the hilt, even though Sheldon had informed her that the earl was ailing and would not appreciate her efforts.

Three days before the expected time of arrival, a gilded barouche sped up the long drive to Welby Manor. Workmen were about the ballroom adding finishing touches to the floor and gardeners were manicuring the lawns. Painters were busy in many rooms and Eleanor was lying on her daybed indulging in a midmorning repast. Chelynne was using this time to ride about the grounds. Garbed in only a simple patterned skirt and linen bodice, she watched from the back of the mare as this retinue approached.

She held her breath as the man in the coach stepped out into the light of day. She almost gasped at the sight of him. He was small of stature and his legs bowed. He was done all in silk from his toes to the delicate froth of ruffles that seemed to choke him about the neck. Even from her distance she could see the jewels that adorned him, stuck in his cravat, just below his knees and on his fingers and shoes. He wore a monstrous wig and his hat sported a loud pink feather. He stood in indecision for a moment, there being no one there to greet him, and then he looked around.

When he turned in Chelynne’s direction she could plainly see a long thin nose and high forehead. She swallowed hard. What more could she expect but that her groom be a younger version of his father. She knew at once what she would have for a lifetime mate. She could almost feel his long thin fingers as he pulled away at her clothing and his shrill voice as he commanded her...like Harry. Oh God, it would be like Harry!

Lord Mondeloy stepped out onto the landing and bowed, then extended his hand to the earl. Chelynne dug a determined heel into Camel’s side and with a strangled cry she sped away, never noticing that the earl shielded his eyes from the sun to watch her hurried flight. With brown hair flying wildly she floated atop the mare’s back, her intention to find the most distant corner of her uncle’s land and escape, for a while at least, the very idea of her predicament.

The earl of Bryant stepped into the house with his servants in tow toting his parcels and holding open doors.

You’ve arrived early, my lord, Sheldon said once they were inside the huge manor. I trust your journey was uneventful.

It was. I’m sure our business can be concluded without much effort. He looked around to see the many servants and workmen and asked, Have I set upon you at an inconvenient time?

Preparations for your arrival, sir, he replied.

Have you a bed, a desk and a chair that are not being repaired?

At your disposal, my lord, Mondeloy replied with a smile. There broke upon the face of the older man a similar smile. There was communication. These two men happened to like each other and they agreed on many subjects.

Good, that is all I have need of, my lord. When will the young woman be introduced?

She’s riding and I bid you have patience until she joins us for tea. I would have her at her best appearance for you.

The earl thought for a moment of the young woman he had spied a few minutes ago. She was a lovely, fresh thing, full round breasts, thick flouncing hair, a face pleasant to look upon. I rather liked her as I saw her earlier, he said thoughtfully.

She’s a willful sprite, my lord, Mondeloy smiled.

Good, the man retorted, stamping his cane once for emphasis. Then I’ll see my rooms and have a rest before I meet her. Call me early so we have some time together before I make her acquaintance.

A long while later Chelynne sought out her bedroom from the back stairs. Perspiring as no woman of quality should, she gave away her hard ride to Stella at once. Stella waited for Chelynne with a tapping foot and a frown of discontent, glaring her down for her mischief. Stella did not speak, she merely pointed to the steaming tub and the gown laid out for her mistress. With a little pout Chelynne began stripping off the simple dress.

Much activity could be felt about the upstairs of the manor as Lady Eleanor, caught unaware by the earl’s untimely arrival, hurriedly had herself prepared to meet him. For all the pains she took with her appearance and selection of jewels, one would suspect she was the intended bride.

Chelynne was pensive and quiet as she was groomed and dressed. A pleasant green was the color of her gown and the style was modest, as befitted a young virgin. The sleeves flared from her shoulders and tightened about her wrists. A bit of gold braid hugged her hips and slipped dreamily under her bodice. No other adornments or jewels were added. Chelynne was superbly figured for her small size, and heavy jewels would only draw the eyes away from her appealing youth and vitality. Stella, who had made the choice, showed a cunning in this that was rare for a woman never married.

Readied, perfumed and only lightly painted, Chelynne rose to posture before the mirror. She would have preferred to be homely. Perhaps then the earl would find the fault and refuse the contract. As if reading her thoughts, Stella lifted her chin with a finger and looked into her eyes. Your uncle has been good and generous with you all your life and there was no one to order him so. Think hard on your manner, for should you shame him now, ‘twould be his darkest hour. I pray you think too, his work is not done ‘till he sees you wed, and a country squire can be as dangly and bumbling as any viscount. Take care you do not push him to those ends and give him another like Harry.

The words were full of meaning for Chelynne and she nodded her head in assent, only too aware of her situation. This was her uncle’s choice and out of her hands. She loved him true and would not bring disgrace on him now.

As she tapped lightly on the drawing room doors she sucked in her breath and bolstered her resolve. The earl, Lord Mondeloy and Harry were seated and a young maid had only just begun to serve their tea. She curtsied and the earl and her uncle rose immediately to receive her. Harry rose, but he was a bit reluctant and slow. The earl was transfixed, his eyes glued to her in delighted appraisal. At last he shook his head and laughed lightly. I found your appearance so striking astride I almost feared meeting you in person...in your finery. You have not disappointed me, my dear.

You’re overkind, my lord, she murmured, pinkening a little.

Ah, blush is so desirable on a youth. I will pray that you do not lose it too soon.

He led her to a chair, one strategically lined up so he could look easily at her from his. She tried with her best effort to be relaxed and self-confident, but inside her nerves were wild and her stomach jumped. She sipped at her tea and thankfully the cup did not rattle and nothing spilled. She could not partake of the pastries being offered, for her stomach would never have tolerated food.

The men spoke lightly of politics and Harry appeared bored. He slumped slightly in his chair and huffed a few times. He answered his father with a frown or insolent sneer, but the earl was uninterested.

When Chelynne was beginning to wonder if she could endure much more of this chitchat, Lady Eleanor swirled into the room. The earl was taken aback by her size and heavy raiment. Jewels glittered under her double chin and loaded down her hands. Her bulky form and the heavy folds of fabric that fell gracelessly from her huge hips threatened to spill over furniture as she turned. She was much larger than the earl, larger than anyone in the room. Chelynne had never seen such a sight.

Eleanor extended her hand to the earl to be kissed without the benefit of an introduction. He took it reluctantly and Lord Mondeloy frowned his displeasure, embarrassed by this display. A pleasure, madam, the earl greeted her, and released her quickly.

Eleanor smiled and batted her lashes worse than any virgin maid. But the pleasure is mine, my lord, she simpered. She turned slightly and Chelynne had her first glimpse of Eleanor’s full face. There were round pink splotches applied to an almost ivory white complexion. Red paint made her full lips even fatter and patches like those she had heard the ladies at court were wearing swirled about her bulging cheeks. She was a monstrosity. It would have been more pleasant to look on the face of an ass. Chelynne was a little afraid she would throw up her skirts and display a diamond garter.

We’ve been most anxious about your visit, my lord, she went on. And we’ve made some grand plans—

I’m here about business, madam. No airs were necessary.

But I assure you, it was no trouble at all. Eleanor looked around. To her dismay there was only one place she could sit comfortably and still be close to the conversation, and the earl occupied that settee. She hesitated and he shifted before that piece restlessly, eager to be seated. Finally, in resignation, she chose a couch on the other side of the room. It was large enough to accommodate that generous frame, but the distance galled her. She released a little huff as she lowered herself into it and the earl sighed in relief, able to sit again.

Eleanor was given time to be served, to partake of the pastries, and then the earl started his business, without ceremony.

Now that you are present, madam, we may begin with what I feel will be a very short business discussion between two families. Your husband’s dowry offer pleases me, the appearance of this young woman is to my liking, and I have one question for you. Have you guarded the virtue of this maiden with care?

Eleanor’s mouth was full, stuffed with a sticky and chewy pastry. She couldn’t chew it and swallow it in good time, so she pushed it to one side of her mouth and answered with slightly muffled speech, But of course, my lord.

But it has come to my attention that she has not been under your roof but for token visits. How can you attest to her status?

Insulted at the insinuation that she was not an adequate guardian, Eleanor gasped and wheezed in a large part of her pastry, choking on her frustrated reply. Lord Mondeloy’s voice was clear, relaxed and firm above his wife’s choking fit. I made all decisions concerning Chelynne’s travels and lodgings. I entrusted her to the care of her own mother’s childhood nurse and took full financial and moral responsibility. An inquiry would show that the nobles she has visited both here and abroad speak highly of her virtue. It is a matter of fact that you need not question again, but we will, of course, consent to an examination.

Chelynne smiled her satisfaction. The earl then turned to the maiden in question. Do your uncle’s marriage plans meet with your approval, Lady Chelynne?

Though somewhat startled that her opinion would be sought, she did not show the surprise. My uncle has always acted in my best interest, my lord. I would not question his choice for me.

The earl smiled and turned again to Lord Mondeloy. What have you done to warrant the trust this youngster has in your judgment?

Quite simply, my lord, Sheldon answered easily, I have never given her cause to doubt.

The earl was well pleased. He had viewed many a candidate for a bride for his sole heir and found the fondness

Reviews for Chelynne

[kybunnies · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I really enjoyed this book. It moved at a great pace and had well developed characters. The book is set when Charles was king of England.

[dawn772 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I switched from hating to loving this book. I didn't understand estrangement and was troubled by hero's treatment of heroine but as the plot changed these things made the rest of the story all that more powerful. During the reign of King Charles II, a marriage is arranged between beautiful Chelynne unwilling groom Chadwick.

[oldriverbooks · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Since this was the first novel for Robyn Carr I thought it was well written and thought out for a first novel. I agree with some that it was hard to like Chad at times. But the story is a good romance that I downloaded at the sale price of $1.99.

IN THE DECADENT COURT OF CHARLES II, SHE WANTED A MOST UNSUITABLE MAN—HER HUSBAND.

Orphaned and raised by her uncle, the feisty sixteen-year-old Chelynne resolves to show her gratitude by marrying the man of her uncle's choice. Bracing herself for a graying, sickly noble, the last man she expects for a husband is the dashing future Earl of Bryant, Chadwick Hawthorne—suddenly, being a loving wife doesn't seem too hard a task. But he spurns her affection and remains her husband only in name, never in deed. Tormented by unfinished business from his past and an uprising threatening his land, Chad resolves to keep his distance from everyone, including his young wife.

Chelynne will go to any lengths to ignite her husband’s passion and save their marriage. But when she finally goes too far, the Earl must share his dark secret before Chelynne loses her reputation—or worse, her life.

[avidreaderlisa · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I thought this a little different then the average recency romance, and while some parts of it are, it still sort of stuck to the same storyline.

It was pretty good overall and well I liked the cover (this edition)

[benn9314 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Great historical love story Second time reading and still just as good