A Shocking Proposition

By Elizabeth Rolls

Northumberland

Madeleine Kirkby must marry quickly–or lose her family estate to a distant cousin! And after a chance encounter with the man she lost her heart to years ago, she has the perfect prospective husband in mind.

Lord Ashton Ravensfell hasn't seen Maddy since before he went to war, but it's clear she has grown into a fetching young woman. So he's shocked to receive a letter from her, proposing a marriage of convenience. They must be married before Twelfth Night! Ash cannot stand by and watch as Maddy and her tenants are turned out of their homes, and there's no denying their obvious mutual desire has him more than looking forward to their wedding night...

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
• Release date: Jan 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781488715655

Elizabeth Rolls

Elizabeth Rolls lives in the Adelaide Hills of South Australia with her husband, two sons, several dogs and cats, and a number of chickens. She has a well-known love of tea and coffee, far too many books, and an overgrown garden. Currently Elizabeth is wondering if she should train the dogs to put her sons’ dishes in the dishwasher rather than continuing to ask the boys. She can be found on Facebook or readers are invited to contact her at [e-mail]

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Chapter One

The dusty clock on the chimneypiece ticked inexorably as Madeleine Kirkby swallowed hard, gloved fingers tightened on her reticule. The court won’t rule in my favor? You are quite, quite sure, sir? If Mr. Blakiston was correct, then a little mental arithmetic would allow her to calculate the exact seconds left for the clock to count down before she lost her home.

The old lawyer, in his dusty black, sighed. "I am afraid not, Miss Maddy. You see, it is not considered wise to leave property, an estate, in the control of an unmarried woman. In your case, a young woman."

"But I have been running the estate for years! she said. Even before my brother died." Fury lashed her. Stephen had left her to manage his inheritance while he disported himself in London. Yet she was considered unfit to own Haydon.

Mr. Blakiston’s mouth was grim, but he reached over the desk and touched her hand gently. I know, my dear, and I put all those arguments, but your grandfather’s will was hard to argue against, and your cousin—well.

It didn’t need to be said. Edward, fifth Earl of Montfort, not content with his own much larger holdings, was determined to wrest Haydon from her hands. He and his father before him had bitterly resented that the third earl had dowered his daughter, Maddy’s mother, with the old manor house and its estate.

I suppose he’d have the judges in his pocket, she said bitterly.

Mr. Blakiston, his ears a little pink, said carefully, There was some talk that you are taking in women of, er, dubious reputation, and that, in short, there was some question as to your own, er, behavior. By the end of this Mr. Blakiston’s ears were glowing.

Outrage bubbled up. I took in a dairymaid that my cousin had ruined. Raped, in fact. She is fifteen! A child! And what of Edward’s refusal to permit my marriage?

As her nearest male relative, the moment Stephen had died, Edward had petitioned the courts to name him her natural protector. He had no power over Haydon—Mr. Blakiston was her trustee—but he had the power to block any marriage until she turned twenty-one.

The lawyer cleared his throat. As to that, apparently his lordship has made you an offer of marriage himself?

Maddy clenched her fists at the hopeful note in her lawyer’s voice. You think I should marry the sort of man who rapes the dairymaids? Yes, he did offer. I refused and he made it clear he would not consent to any other marriage for me! That if I did manage to get married without his consent he would have the marriage set aside. In fact, he has made it utterly impossible for me to fulfill the requirements of our grandfather’s will. And not just by refusing his consent. He had smirched her reputation at every turn, making her a social outcast here in Newcastle. She doubted there was a gentleman the length and breadth of Britain who would have her to wife now. Certainly not one anywhere between the Tweed and the Tees. Not that she particularly wanted a husband, unless it helped her to save Haydon.

I’m sorry, Miss Maddy, said the lawyer quietly. But unless you mounted a challenge in Chancery there is nothing you can do. His lordship takes possession of Haydon on the seventh of January.

She didn’t have the money to mount a case in Chancery and her twenty-first birthday was not until Christmas Eve. Hardly sufficient time to find a husband before Epiphany in the best of circumstances. And now, with Christmas coming, she would have to tell her people that she had failed them. That she had lost.

They would not give me until Lady Day? she suggested. The end of March; that might be enough time...

Mr. Blakiston shook his head. No, my dear. I did suggest that, but it was not looked upon favorably.

Maddy’s heart sank. Her home and her people were lost. She knew what Edward would do. Kick everyone out, and demolish the manor for the dressed stone. All he wanted was extra acres for his sheep. He didn’t care about the people who would lose their livelihoods, families broken apart, children who would end up in factories.

The office door opened and a clerk put his head in. His lordship is here, Mr. Blakiston, sir. Should I ask him to wait?

Maddy went cold. His lordship? Surely—

Mr. Blakiston smiled reassuringly. Lord Ashton Ravensfell, the duke’s brother. He has some business with me. You are acquainted with him?

Yes. Memory swept over her and her clenched fists relaxed. But I haven’t seen Lord Ashton for years. Not since he bought his commission. She had cried her eyes out when he had gone to war.

Mr. Blakiston looked at the waiting clerk and a considering look came over his face. Thank you, Felton. Show his lordship straight in.

Biting her lip, Maddy accepted that as a hint. She had probably wasted quite enough of the lawyer’s time asking him to tilt at windmills for her. She rose. I’ll bid you good day, sir. Thank you for—

No, no, Miss Maddy. Hurriedly he rose and waved her back. There is no hurry. I am sure Lord Ashton will be happy to renew his acquaintance with you.

She flushed, gathering her documents. No, I’d better go. She’d been about fifteen when she had last seen Lord Ashton, and foolishly in love with him in the way that only a fifteen-year-old girl could be. She hoped devoutly that he’d never realized how her heart skipped at the sight of him and all the times she’d tried to imagine what it would be like if he suddenly swept her into his arms and declared his love. I doubt he would remember—

Lord Ashton, Mr. Blakiston. Felton the clerk was holding the door open.

Mr. Blakiston went forward. Lord Ashton. I believe you are acquainted with Miss Kirkby?

To her embarrassment, her heart leaped just as it always had at the sight of him. And then she froze, as bleak gray eyes raked her and a frown creased his brow as he stared at her. And not as if he recalled her at all, let alone fondly.

Lord Ashton, brother to the fourth Duke of Thirlmere, was not quite as she remembered him. Oh, he was still tall, and with that head of fair hair and sea-gray eyes that proclaimed his Viking forebears. And years of fighting Napoleon’s forces in the Peninsula had left him with all his limbs and no obvious scars. But there was an indefinable difference in him that had little to do with age and everything, she thought, to do with experience.

Miss—? The frown lightened a little, and his mouth achieved something that might have been a smile, but didn’t warm his eyes. Of course. Miss Kirkby.

He held out his hand, bowed over hers, exquisitely polite. Heat and cold swept Maddy as his gloved hand held hers, and she managed to get out a polite reply even as her heart still thumped and her pulse skittered.

God help me! It’s you again. Nuisancy brat!

She remembered him calling her that. Then he’d smile at her and tell her to tie her pony up and keep her misbegotten dog out of the way.

Those pleasantries aside, Ash Ravensfell had always had a friendly smile for her. Even when he was