The Notorious Lady Grantham
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Seventeen years ago, amidst a firestorm of tragedy and betrayal, Genevieve left Paris behind forever. Since then, she’s remade herself as the formidable Lady Grantham, a fixture on London’s social scene. Years of arranging advantageous matches between Europe’s cash-strapped nobility and the New Money heiresses she trains in her finishing school have left her jaded and disillusioned. Love has become the enemy.
When the mysterious and handsome Lord Wrexham, unknown in London Society, arrives in town, the carefully ordered life Genevieve has built for herself begins to crumble. It seems the time has come to confront everything she left behind in Paris—and everyone.
Amanda Weaver
Amanda has loved romance since she read that very first Kathleen E. Woodiwiss novel at fifteen. After a long detour into a career as a costume designer in theatre, she’s found her way back to romance, this time as a writer.A native Floridian, Amanda transplanted to New York City many years ago and now considers Brooklyn home, along with her husband, daughter, two cats, and nowhere near enough space.You can find Amanda at www.amandaweavernovels.com.
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The Notorious Lady Grantham - Amanda Weaver
The Notorious Lady Grantham
by
Amanda Weaver
Copyright @2018 by Amanda Weaver
Cover design by T.M. Franklin
Copy editing by Lisa Hollett at Silently Correcting Your Grammar
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental.
For my mother. I miss you.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Chapter One
London—December, 1897
The Bashcombes’ ball was quite crowded, considering it was only the Little Season and creeping close to Christmas. The best families had yet to appear in London, but there were enough interesting people in attendance to keep Genevieve Grantham’s current protégé, Hazel Shaw, entertained.
I’ve just heard from Kitty Ponsoy that the Earl of Wrexham is in attendance tonight, and he’s a widower,
Hazel said upon returning from the Ladies’ Retiring Room. "An unmarried earl, and it’s not even the Season yet. That’s quite good, don’t you think?"
What have I told you about gossiping with Kitty Ponsoy?
Genevieve scolded gently. That girl is a snake.
Hazel gave a subtle roll of her eyes. I can handle Kitty Ponsoy. She’s not so clever. But she does seem to know all the best news. Now, what shall we do about the earl? What do you know of him?
Genevieve blinked, startled to find that her memory was atypically blank. Ordinarily, she could call up the family tree of any member of the nobility four generations back. Why could she suddenly recall nothing about the Earl of Wrexham?
Kitty says he’s never been to London before. At least, no one seems to know him,
Hazel continued, oblivious to Genevieve’s discomfort.
That piece of information jogged her memory, however. Kitty was right, for once. No one in London knew the earl. A few details memorized from Debrett’s now trickled back in.
Yes, he was the youngest son, but he ascended to the title when his two elder brothers died. The principal estate is near the Scottish border, I believe. I’ve never seen the earl in London. I don’t know that anyone has, until now.
An eager smile spread across Hazel’s face. An unknown, unmarried earl washing up in London. Christmas has come early. He’s come to London to find a new wife, I am sure of it. He’s old, nearly forty, Kitty says. But that can’t be helped, I suppose. He’s still much better than that tiresome Conte Santini who’s been chasing me. How shall we manage to meet him?
Hazel, forty is far too old for you.
Hazel shrugged. He’ll be eager for a young wife, don’t you think? They always are. Surely he needs money to support that Scottish estate of his. He needs a rich wife, and why shouldn’t she be me? Hazel, the Countess of Wrexham. That sounds quite good. Come on, Gen, how will you manage to throw me in front of him? You must have some clever idea.
Once again, Gen’s mind went blank, although Hazel was right. This was her job—introducing her wealthy young ladies to titled Europeans, hoping to arrange a match. And Hazel was right about the opportunity. Unmarried earls didn’t wander into London ballrooms too often. It was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to pass up.
But when she looked at Hazel—blossoming into a beauty at nineteen, vivacious and smart, and eager to tie herself to a man old enough to be her father, one whom she hadn’t even set eyes upon—something like sorrow squeezed her heart. Over the years, she’d arranged dozens of these matches. Middle-class manufacturing heiresses and impoverished nobility. It was her stock in trade. Why did the idea of arranging one more for Hazel leave her so depressed? Why did it suddenly seem so wrong? Where did these tender scruples come from now, at this stage of her life?
The truth was, it had been creeping up on her for some time.
It had begun on Victoria's wedding day, which should have been Genevieve's triumph, the crowning glory of her career. A mere Miss Victoria Carson, beautiful and rich, but American, and saddled with the crassest sort of parents, marrying the handsome Earl of Dunnley, heir to the ancient Waring dukedom. To London Society, it seemed a stunning achievement for Genevieve, one of her girls climbing impossibly high.
But they didn't see Victoria's face that day. They hadn't seen her go pale with fear at the thought of her future at her new husband's side. They hadn't seen the way Dunnley and his family had treated her, like a despised burden thrust upon them, even as her fortune was saving them all from ruin.
Genevieve had had Victoria Carson, Amelia Wheeler, and Grace Godwin with her for years. She cared for all the girls she trained, but those three had been special, almost like her own. Kissing Victoria goodbye and seeing her off in the carriage, alone with her husband who was little more than a stranger, packing her off into a dubious future most certainly devoid of affection, had been the hardest thing Genevieve had ever done.
The next year had brought more of the same. She'd had to actively encourage Amelia to pursue Lord Radwill, knowing he'd never make her happy, knowing that a life with him would crush the fiery spirit right out of the girl.
And then last year's near miss with her darling Grace. She'd actually been engaged to marry Rupert Humphrey. Grace, with her fine mind and deep understanding, about to sacrifice the rest of her life married to a man who would never have been a match to her intellect and abilities, all in a desperate bid for security.
The girls had turned out well in the end, but none of that had been owing to Genevieve’s efforts. It was just luck that all three of them had somehow stumbled into happy, loving marriages. Because Genevieve's business had nothing to do with happiness or love. It was about money and advantage. Love was the enemy.
She supposed she should be grateful for Hazel’s hard-hearted opportunism. Vic, Amelia, and Grace had done what they had to do to secure advantageous marriages, but all three of them had detested it. Hazel was eager for her marriage of convenience. It would make Gen’s job easier—but no more palatable.
Perhaps she’d been doing this too long. Years of arranging these loveless matches had done something to her soul. She thought she’d left sentiment and optimism behind her at nineteen, but here came those inconvenient emotions to plague her at thirty-six. She was too old to start wishing for happy endings.
Gen?
Hazel’s voice startled her out of her reverie. The earl?
Yes, right,
she murmured, shaking her head. I’ll see what I can do.
It was easy, of course. Gen knew nearly everyone on the London social scene, and she was well-known to them. Everyone knew her purpose here, and one or two well-placed comments led her to Lady Fitzherbert, whose husband had known the earl’s late father a bit—well enough for Lady Fitzherbert to provide the necessary introductions.
Why, of course,
Lady Fitzherbert trilled, taking a deep breath, which swelled her magnificent bosom to epic proportions. I’m sure the earl would be delighted to meet your lovely Miss Shaw.
Hazel smiled shyly at Lady Fitzherbert but said nothing, as a well-bred young lady wasn’t meant to look too eager in these situations. Even though Hazel had been ruthlessly angling to meet the man half an hour ago, now she stood demurely at Gen’s side, as if such a thought had never crossed her mind.
The angling and planning would be left up to Genevieve.
We’d be delighted to make his acquaintance,
Gen said levelly. If you don’t think it would be an imposition.
Oh, not at all, my dear Lady Grantham.
The majestic lady craned her neck to look around the crowded ballroom. Just let me find my Walter, and he’ll be happy to introduce you.
That would be—
But Genevieve never got to voice her gratitude.
Oh!
Lady Fitzherbert said with a startled laugh. "Here’s the very man himself, come to meet you!"
Genevieve turned around to face the Earl of Wrexham, and the world abruptly fell out from underneath her as the past she’d been running from for seventeen years caught up with her in the worst place imaginable.
Archie…
His name left her lips on a shocked exhale.
He’d always been tall, well over six feet, but the last time she’d seen him, he’d still been lanky and youthful. His shoulders were broader now, and his chest had filled out, giving him an imposing, mature power. His hair had been much longer when he was younger, a romantic tangle of glorious chestnut curls that fell into his face and brushed his shoulders. It was trimmed short and conservative now. And his face…
Those lean features—the narrow nose, the high, angled cheekbones, the expressive, slashing eyebrows—they were all recognizably his, but they wore an expression unfamiliar to her. Gone was the carefree happiness, the teasing, easy grin. Now fine lines bracketed his familiar green-gold eyes. Where once he’d had dimples, now deep grooves framed the hard line of his mouth. Lips that had been so soft, beautiful, and quick to smile now looked carved from granite. His eyebrows were drawn together in a ferocious frown, eyes narrowed as he stared down that patrician nose at her. Oh, how very patrician.
Gen.
His voice dripped with disdain. Of course, he must have been sure he’d left his unseemly dalliance behind him in Paris. Now she’d turned up in a London ballroom. How terribly unpleasant for him.
As the realization that it was Archie, here in London, after all these years, sank in, terror bloomed in its wake. This man had the power to ruin everything she’d spent years building. As much as she’d like to sneer at him and lash out in anger, that was impossible. The best course of action would be to distance herself from him immediately, and pray that he understood she intended to stay firmly out of his way.
I see you’ve met?
Lady Fitzherbert nervously broke the strained atmosphere.
Archie hesitated, then spoke, his voice cold and forbidding. We crossed paths very briefly in Paris, years ago.
She’d known he was from somewhere in the British Isles. She could hear it in his accent back then. But she hadn’t known