Lord Muck and Lady Alice: Stations of the Heart series, #1
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Can they turn their mismatch into a perfect match?
Widower James Forrester, self-made man and sheep station owner in rural Australia, escaped from poverty in England. Sneered at and called 'Lord Muck' because of his lowly beginnings and lack of education, James wants to turn his daughter into a confident lady, but he doesn't expect to fall in love with her governess, the sophisticated Alice Lethbridge.
Alice has left her demanding siblings to start a new life as a governess in Australia, but when her employer threatens her, she flees to the neighbouring homestead of James Forrester. He offers Alice sanctuary and the job of educating his daughter in every accomplishment needed to enter society. Alice takes up the challenge and decides to polish up her intriguing employer's etiquette too, with unforeseen consequences.
Just as the forces of colonial society unite to bankrupt James, he discovers Alice's secret, which destroys everything he believed about her. Can Alice save James from financial ruin and win back his love?
If you love sweet Victorian romance, then try this story set in Australia in 1868. It is book one of the 'Stations of the Heart' Series.
Series overview:
The 'Stations of the Heart' historical romance series is a family saga of linked novellas set in rural Australia during the nineteenth century. It follows three cousins who migrated to Australia to make their fortunes. There they fight debt, drought, flood, fire, and entrenched snobbery to succeed in this challenging and dangerous new world.
Stations of the Heart Series:
Lord Muck and Lady Alice
Love and Other Addictions
Love at Lost Lagoons
Isabella Hargreaves
Isabella Hargreaves is an award-winning historical romance author. She writes Romance through the Ages, with a story to tell from the Regency era to Ancient Britain and to 1920s Australia. She loves writing about strong heroines finding the men to match them. She is a winner of the Romance Writers of Australia Romantic Book of the Year 2022 (novella category), the Romance Writers of New Zealand Koru Award 2018 (novella category) and the Romance Writers of Australia 'Little Gems' short story competition 2018, and a finalist in a number of other awards. Isabella lives in Brisbane, Australia, where she works as an historian and is butler to three moggies. When she's not reading and writing, Isabella loves horse-riding and scenic walks. She dreams of an around-the-world trip to indulge these passions. For more information about Isabella Hargreaves' books, and to sign up for email advice about her next release, go to: www.isabellahargreaves.com Follow on: Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/isabella-hargreaves Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7457181.Isabella_Hargreaves Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/IsabellaHargreavesBooks
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RUNAWAY CHRISTMAS BRIDE – Winner (joint) of the Romance Writers of New Zealand Koru Award (novella), 2018
The Jade Keepsake – Winner of the Romance Writers of Australia Little Gems short story competition, 2018
The Persuasion of Miss Jane Brody – Finalist in the Romance Writers of New Zealand Koru Award (short and sweet novel), 2014
The Persuasion of Miss Jane Brody – Finalist in the Australian Romance Readers Association awards (Historical Romance), 2014
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The Persuasion of Miss Jane Brody – Finalist in the Steam eReads, ‘Some Like it Hot’ romance competition, 2013
Lord Muck and Lady Alice: This is another wonderful book by Ms. Hargreaves. She has such a delightful way of telling a story. With words, she brings the characters of James and Alice to life, writing a sweet tale of humor and love. This one will surely make you smile! [Teri Donaldson, Amazon.com, May 20, 2018.]
I love all of Isabella Hargreaves work.... She has a real strength for making the reader care about the characters in just a few pages, and the historical detail is very well done. [Happy Reader, Amazon.com, July 9, 2017]
Snowed in For Christmas is a beautifully written short story. This is my first book of Isabella's and she has proved that she is an extraordinary master story teller who has not only done her homework of the background very well, but has also brought all the characters to life. I would love to read her next book. [Neera Sawhney, Amazon.com, November 27, 2016.]
About the Author
ISABELLA HARGREAVES is an award-winning historical romance author. She writes Romance through the Ages, with a story to tell from the Regency era to Ancient Britain and to youthful Australia. She is a winner of the Romance Writers of New Zealand Koru Award (novella category) and Romance Writers of Australia ‘Little Gems’ short story competition, and a finalist in a number of other awards.
Isabella lives in Brisbane, Australia, where she works as an historian and is butler to three moggies. When she's not reading and writing, Isabella loves horse-riding and scenic walks. She dreams of an around-the-world trip to indulge these passions.
For more information about Isabella Hargreaves’ books, and to sign up for email advice about her next release, go to www.isabellahargreaves.com.
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Chapter One
DARLING DOWNS, QUEENSLAND, 1868
He hasn’t followed me!
Alice Lethbridge raised a shaking hand to the brass knocker on the panelled timber door. Her heart still beat like a tribal drum in darkest Africa. The freezing night air rasped her throat with each breath. With numb fingers, she grasped the door knocker and rapped it against its plate.
Oh God, let there be help here.
Alice slumped against the door.
Behind her, lightning flashed over the rain-soaked plain she had stumbled across.
The echo died to silence.
Alice slid to the icy verandah boards. Arms clutched around her body, she shivered in her torn nightgown.
It was futile. There was no one to help her.
A gust of wind drove a sheet of freezing rain over her back and beat a wild tattoo on the verandah roof. There was no shelter from the storm anywhere. Warm tears seeped down her cold cheeks.
The storm continued to ripple and rage beyond the verandah as she lay shaking with cold and fear. Numbing cold burned her legs and arms.
The door opened inwards.
Alice’s head hit the doorpost with a dull thud. A lance of pain slashed across the back of her head.
Father!
screeched a girl’s voice. Come quickly!
Footsteps beat towards her, growing louder. The doorpost reverberated against her cheek with every footfall.
Rough, warm hands ran over her limbs. Warm fingers peeled her eyes open. The bright light from a lamp blazed into her face and speared pain behind her temple.
Alice shrank back.
You’re safe with us,
he said, his voice gruff.
Let us help you,
the girl said.
She needed to trust them. She nodded.
I’m going to lift you up now,
the man said.
He eased her into his arms, lifting her away from the cold and rain into warmth. The front door banged closed behind them, cutting off the foul night. Bright lights forced her eyes shut.
Miss Chambers’s old room, Nell. The bed is made up.
Yes, Father.
Alice forced her eyes open as he hurried along a dark hallway, following the light held by the girl. His hard chest warmed her side. His gentle strength, even his mellow woodsy scent, soothed and reassured her.
Moments later, he lowered Alice onto a firm chaise longue. She needs dry clothing and towels. I’ll get those, but you must change her. Can you do that?
Y ... yes.
Good girl. When you’re done, I’ll move her to the bed.
His large hand engulfed Alice’s shoulder.
Not again! Alice eyes shot open.
It wasn’t Braithwaite.
She was safe. This man’s face, with lines bracketing his mouth and eyes, blurred before her. She tried to return his smile, but it must have looked like a grimace.
What’s your name?
he asked, voice was low and concerned.
Alice,
she whispered.
Ah.
He released her and she closed her eyes.
The door clicked shut.
Gentle hands smoothed a blanket over Alice’s shoulders. You’ll be warmer soon. Father will fix everything,
the girl called Nell said.
Alice clutched the prickly wool around her shivering body.
Soon a brisk knock sounded on the door.
Nell called, Come in,
and the man bustled into the room, thrusting towels at his daughter. Dry her hair with these, love, while I get the fire blazing.
His large form approached. Alice shrank back, clasping the blanket up to her chin. But he was only on his way to the fireplace beyond her sofa.
You’re safe. It’s not him, she chanted to herself.
We’ll have you comfortable in no time,
he said, acknowledging her with a nod.
Within a few minutes, flames licked the ceiling of the brick fireplace, sending waves of heat towards her. Her numbed feet began to ache as they thawed. The blanket covering her shoulders was at last containing heat. Nell rubbed the wet tendrils of her hair with a soft towel.
Alice remembered his name—James Forrester. Her cousin’s husband, Captain Braithwaite, had mentioned the name while passing Forrester’s property after collecting her from the railway siding.
Forrester’s fire-building successful, he leant back on his haunches and looked over his solid shoulder at her, with grey-green eyes the colour of eucalyptus leaves.
Right. I’ll leave you to get Miss Alice into fresh clothing and resting by the fire. Mind you pay particular attention to drying her hair, Nell.
His daughter nodded agreement, and he rose to his full height.
Alice looked up at his rugged form. Weathered by the sun, he was still a good-looking man—but there was a grimness about his mouth, as though he had lived a hard life.
Let me know when you’re done.
He strode to the door. In the meantime, I’ll have Mrs Baker prepare a hot brick for her feet.
The long vowels and rolling Rs of his speech made him sound like the country folk from her native Hampshire.
He dipped his chin in farewell.
With Nell’s help, Alice changed into a soft linen nightgown. The heat from the fire worked on her towel-dried hair, curling it in dark waves around her face and shoulders. Bone-deep weariness tugged her eyes closed.
She must have dozed in the comforting warmth, reclined against the chaise longue, because very soon she was again in James Forrester’s strong arms, being carried across the distance to the narrow bed in the corner of the room. His solid body radiated heat.
For the first time this evening, calm and a feeling of safety filled her.
The hot brick soothed her recovering toes. The soft crackle, hiss and pop of the fire lulled her towards sleep. Her eyelids slid closed and her thoughts blurred.
She would think about what had happened, and her future, tomorrow.
JAMES FORRESTER STRODE from the former governess’s bedroom, back to his spartan study. Ledgers lined up like a leather-clad picket fence behind the glass doors of his bookcases. They were symbols of his many business interests and the need to keep tight control of all expenditure in this dangerous economy. But right now, none of that could force its way into his mind.
The memory of the soft weight of the mysterious Alice disturbed him. Her hair had cascaded in long dark waves over his forearm, its tendrils tickling the exposed flesh where his rolled-back sleeves finished below his elbows. Who was she and where had she come from?
James unstoppered the crystal decanter that sat on his oak cadenza, and poured himself a measure of ‘the whisky that perishes’, as the local vicar called it during his hellfire and damnation sermons. James swallowed the dram in a swift gulp that burned all the way to his stomach. Its alcoholic warmth seeped into his blood, easing the tension in his body.
He poured a second drink and sat in a wingback chair in front of the glowing fire, sipping the spirit and pondering Alice’s possible origin. She couldn’t have come from far away. Warwick, the nearest town, was too great a distance, so she must be from one of his neighbours’ properties. There were only two, or maybe three, close enough.
What had happened to send her fleeing into the night in such weather?
The nightgown she had worn was new and of the best quality, and her hands showed no sign of labour, therefore, she wasn’t a servant.
So, who was she?
He swallowed the last of the liquor in his glass.
Tomorrow, he would get some answers.
ALICE WOKE GROGGY FROM tiredness and her eyes gritty from lack of sleep. Sunlight streamed through the narrow window of the room, bisecting the patchwork quilt on her bed. She looked up at cream plaster walls and ceiling. Her fingers clutched the coverlet beneath her hands.
A wave of panic crashed through her. Where was she?
A Persian rug of brightest blue and red lay on a rose-coloured timber floor before the fireplace with its flickering flames. Above hung a painting of English spring flowers.
The events of the previous night crashed into her consciousness. Her pounding heart when she woke to find Braithwaite in her room ... on her