Memoirs of Lady Montrose

By Virginnia De Parte

Christopher Mortlock—gardener extraordinaire. Everything you'd want from your gardener—and more, much more. Hedges trimmed and cravings tended with expert care and consideration.

Lady Helen attends a Brighton establishment to be sexually satisfied by their staff. Her husband Henry pays for this arrangement and together they relive the experiences.

This idyllic scheme falls apart when Christopher Mortlock recognises Lady Helen in London and endeavours to blackmail her. He is unaware of Lord Henry's involvement and Mortlock's blackmail plot is turned around to the benefit of all three of them.

Mortlock agrees to a new proposal to satisfy Lady Helen's sexual needs and is inventive and athletic in his labours as their gardener and employee—until the day he introduces her to 'fairy dust'. Lord Henry's wrath descends to save Lady Helen from addiction and punish Mortlock for his audacity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Jul 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781781843888

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Memoirs of Lady Montrose

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©Copyright Virginnia De Parte 2013

Cover Art by Oliver Bennett ©Copyright June 2013

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MEMOIRS OF LADY MONTROSE

Virginnia De Parte

Christopher Mortlock—gardener extraordinaire. Everything you’d want from your gardener—and more, much more. Hedges trimmed and cravings tended with expert care and consideration.

Lady Helen attends a Brighton establishment to be sexually satisfied by their staff. Her husband Henry pays for this arrangement and together they relive the experiences.

This idyllic scheme falls apart when Christopher Mortlock recognises Lady Helen in London and endeavours to blackmail her. He is unaware of Lord Henry’s involvement and Mortlock’s blackmail plot is turned around to the benefit of all three of them.

Mortlock agrees to a new proposal to satisfy Lady Helen’s sexual needs and is inventive and athletic in his labours as their gardener and employee—until the day he introduces her to ‘fairy dust’. Lord Henry’s wrath descends to save Lady Helen from addiction and punish Mortlock for his audacity.

Dedication

To Sally and Louise.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

The Times: News Corporation

Humber Super Snipe: Rootes Group

Bentley: Bentley Motors Limited

Chapter One

Good evening, Mrs Brown, someone murmured behind her. 

Helen’s stomach lurched. Her heart leapt and pounded at speed. Fear fizzed down her spine and twisted in her throat. Only a small group of people knew her as Mrs Brown and those people would not mix with, or be known to the present company. The cream of London’s society eddied around her, dressed to impress for their night at the Albert Hall—the interval afforded an opportunity to be seen and husbands attended with no interest in the musical recitals of Mozart and Chopin, let alone Beethoven’s Pastoral pieces.

She turned around, her gaze searching the moving crowd. Three men walked away through the theatre patrons, one younger than the others. From the rear, he looked well built, with wide shoulders, dressed in formal attire and walking with a slight swagger. The voice she’d heard had sounded young. Could it be him? Even if she could see his face she wouldn’t recognise him. When in the persona of ‘Mrs Brown’, she always requested a blindfold. If she had enjoyed his company, she wouldn’t know.

Helen. Charlotte touched her arm to attract her attention and she turned back to concentrate on the moment and get her nerves under control.

Sorry, Lottie, sorry.

Lady Helen, may I introduce the Honourable Stuart Whitmore, Member of Parliament for Minderhurst. Charlotte indicated the gentleman who’d arrived while her gaze had been fixed elsewhere. Mr Stuart Whitmore, may I introduce you to Lady Helen Montrose.

I’m sorry, I can’t talk at the moment. Excuse me. She inclined her head towards the fawning Member of Parliament and gave Charlotte a quick smile. I must go, Charlotte. I’m worried about Henry. He was a little poorly when I left this evening.

But the programme is only halfway through.

I must go, Lottie. I’ve a feeling something is terribly wrong.

I’ll walk with you.

They abandoned Mr Whitmore MP in the crowd. He would no doubt turn and inveigle his way into another group. More important things weighed on Helen’s mind than the ladder-climbing hopes of a back bencher. Lottie accompanied her through the throng that filled the foyer. The combined conversations hummed like a nest of wasps. They nodded politely to those who moved forward, hurrying past until they reached the entrance to wait for an available taxi.

Helen, you’re quite pale. Are you ill?

Charlotte had known her for many years but this was one secret Lady Helen could not share, even with her best friend. The nausea held its place, churning her insides and