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Authors: Eileen Richards

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He kissed her again. “Neither do I. I guess we’ll figure it out together. Will you come home with me? Be with me?” His mouth found hers, tasting her hungrily. He needed her beyond comprehension, beyond the hard aching of his body. He needed to feel her skin against his. “Please, love.”
She kissed him back hungrily. His hand searched for her breasts through the ill-fitting habit.
“What are you wearing?”
Juliet blushed. “Sophia’s old habit.”
“We need to get you one that fits,” he said, his fingers on the buttons of the jacket.
She placed her hand over his. “Tony. Wait.”
He paused, his hand already inside her jacket. “Must I?”
“You deserve a better wife than a hoyden, Tony. You deserve a wife who is honorable too.”
“I want
you
, Juliet. I love you, just as you are.” Tony punctuated his words with kisses. “You don’t need to change.”
She smiled. “I just meant that there’s been so much gossip, perhaps we should do things properly for a change.”
Tony groaned. “That means I have to wait until we’re married to have you, doesn’t it?” He leaned his forehead against hers. “If you insist, I suppose I can try—as long as we marry quickly. No reading of the banns. We marry tomorrow or sooner.”
“But I don’t have a dress!”
“I’ll marry you in your oldest day dress, if it means I don’t have to wait. Just don’t make me wait weeks and months.”
“I have it on good authority that the vicar would be happy to marry us as soon as humanly possible, especially if he gets a promise from you that I won’t be running around the county in men’s breeches.”
His heart jumped a beat. “You’ll be saving those breeches for me and only me,” Tony growled against her mouth.
“Then let’s get married, Tony,” she whispered against his mouth. “Then we can try page twenty in the book.”
“Page twenty?”
She grinned, looked down at his tented trousers, and licked her lips.
“You know, the page you marked, where the woman had her mouth on the man’s—”
Tony interrupted her, capturing her mouth with his for a long, deep kiss. When he was done, he said, “We’ll start with that and then work our way through the entire book.”
Epilogue
T
ony stood in front of St. Michael’s Church and watched his love, his bride, walk down to the nave on his brother’s arm.
Juliet glowed, probably because he’d snuck into the Lodge the last few nights to sleep with her.
Not that either of them got much sleep.
She now stood beside him in the blue gown she’d worn to their engagement ball a month earlier. The blue topaz necklace caught the sunlight streaming into the church. She was the most beautiful sight Tony had ever seen.
All those months ago, when he had sunk so low, he’d never thought things would end up like this. He’d never thought he’d end up happy, loved, and honored by the woman before him.
He might have a great deal of his father in him. He might be tempted to play a hand or two if they traveled to London, but he’d never risk losing what he had now.
The vicar gave them a disdainful look as he read through the wedding ceremony. He was probably relieved that the village hoyden was finally married. Tony couldn’t look anywhere but into Juliet’s eyes as she agreed to be his wife. She made a face while saying the word
obey
and he had to smile.
Tony had a feeling his life was going to be filled with many moments like this, of Juliet making faces at him. He placed the ring, his ring, on her finger, looked into her eyes, and made his pledge.
“You may kiss your bride, sir,” Vicar Dellwood said.
As if Tony needed to be told. He took her mouth with his in a gentle, reverent kiss. “My honorable wife.”
“I wouldn’t hold your breath, Husband,” Juliet whispered back.
They turned to greet the few friends and family who had gathered to celebrate. His tenants joined them outside the church, cheering as they climbed into the carriage that would take them to the wedding breakfast at the Lodge. “How long will this breakfast last? I find that I’m not really hungry. At least not for food.”
Juliet elbowed him in the ribs. “You are incorrigible. We were just together last night.”
“Yes, but that was different. Now you’re my wife. I can have you any time I want.”
“Are you going to want to do this often?”
“I have a great deal of catching up to do.” His lips parted hers in a deep kiss while the crowds shouted outside the carriage. “There’s a certain page in the book I’ve been saving for our wedding night.”
She blushed deliciously. “There’s one I’ve been meaning to show you as well, Husband.”
Tony laughed, causing the crowd to cheer even louder.
Life was going to be good with this lady by his side.
See how the romantic trials and tribulations of
the Townsend sisters began in
Eileen Richards’s
 
AN UNEXPECTED WISH
 
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Chapter One
“I
hereby decree the word
spinster
be stricken from all manner of speech.” Anne Townsend waved her makeshift wand from her perch at the top of the Fairy Steps. She cleared her voice in her most royal manner. “Furthermore, the word shall be stricken from every document in my fair kingdom!” The small village of Beetham shimmered in the gold cast of the late autumn sun, completely unaffected by her pronouncement.
Typical
. She threw the stick down the uneven stones she’d just climbed.
Plain, practical, boring Anne
Was too plain to catch a man.
If she caught the eye of one,
To her sister he would run.
The truth of the hurtful childhood taunt stared back at her every blasted day. She was plain. She’d never attracted any man she deemed suitable. It wasn’t as if she was being picky. He just had to be reasonably wealthy, reasonably handsome, reasonably witty, and not stupid.
Therein lay the difficulty. No man had met all the requirements. If he was handsome, he was either poor or witless. If he wasn’t handsome, he had funds and was as old as the Fairy Steps.
It was of little matter. A modern woman made the best of things. Modern women didn’t settle for some old shriveled-up man. And she would be a modern woman if it killed her.
Five years ago, the lure of magic in the Fairy Steps had stirred her romantic heart. A wish could fix anything: poverty, loneliness, and love. God, what a ninny she’d been.
The only thing that fixed poverty and loneliness was money.
Daily her sisters, Sophia and Juliet, whined about their lack of funds. They argued over hair ribbons. They complained about their old, unfashionable dresses. Her sisters had no inkling of the trouble they were in.
They needed fuel for the approaching winter, food for larder, and coins to pay the two servants Anne couldn’t do without. It took blunt. Blunt was what she needed more than anything.
If the confounded fairy showed up today, Anne wouldn’t hesitate. She’d wish for the ready. Pots of it.
Anne closed her eyes and embraced the rare moment of peace. No arguing, whining, bickering, nagging, tormenting, or complaining. Just beautiful, glorious silence.
A cold gust of wind blew the tendrils of hair from her face and chased a shiver up her spine. Dried leaves rattled behind her as they skated across the rock. A twig snapped behind her.
Her eyes flew open. She wasn’t alone.
Anne’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it thumping in her ears. Hair lifted on the back of her neck. Anger warred with fear. Anger won.
She picked up a good-sized limb from the ground and gripped it with both hands. “Show yourself, coward.”
“Speak your heart’s desire, my lady.” An odd, otherworldly voice filled the air. The breeze kicked up again.
Anne tightened her grip on the tree limb. She threw her shoulders back and stood taller. She wasn’t going down without a fight.
“You climbed the steps properly and earned a wish, you have.” The voice cackled.
She lowered her arm. Blast, this was nothing but a prank. Probably some child bribed by Sophia. She’d box the child’s ears and send him on his way. She’d deal with her sister when she got home. “The joke is over. Come on out.”
“ ’Tis a magical place you’ve found, as well you know for the many times you’ve climbed these steps.” The crackling voice sounded old, not childlike.
“Enough!” Anne was sick to death of being the whipping boy.
A wizened, bent old woman with a twisted cane shuffled out of the trees at the foot of the stairs. “Always you must see to believe.”
“You must think me dicked in the nob, madam. There are no fairies.” Anne threw the limb into the bushes behind her. “Be gone now, and tell my sister Sophia to try harder next time.”
“How hasty and untrusting you young people are. Make your wish, child.”
Anne studied the old lady. She looked like one of the Gypsies who came around at harvest time. How much coin had she bilked out of Sophia for this prank? “Fine. I wish you to be gone.”
The old woman cackled. “I should take you up on that, but your heart speaks differently. It speaks of struggle and loneliness.”
What did this woman know of her life? “I’m sick of this game. Good day, ma’am.” Anne turned toward the path.
“Wish for anything, my lady. Wish grandly.” A gleeful, wicked light gleamed in the old woman’s eyes. She lifted her cane and jabbed it toward Anne. “Little wishes are for little souls. They are not for the likes of you. Now wish. You are wasting my time.”
Well, rats, she might as well wish for something. It would shut the woman up, everyone would have their fun, and Anne could go home.
“Perhaps a prince? Grand properties? Great beauty?” the old woman teased.
Anne dropped her hands and glared at the old hag. “You are bamming me.”
“Anything is possible, miss.” The old lady cackled. “You’ll never know, if you don’t believe.”
Anne had the old woman now. She’d make the wish so impossible, so farfetched, that it couldn’t be fulfilled. No fairy magic could conjure love. Everyone knew that. The mad woman would look like a fool. “Very well. I wish for a handsome man so rich that he will be able to provide a Season in Town for my sisters. He must also be passionately in love with me.”
“Done!” the old lady crowed.
“You cannot be serious!” Anne turned to glower down at the old lady who had just taken the fun out of the game, but found no one there. “Well, rats, where did she go?”
Dried leaves danced where the old bat had stood. Maniacal laughter echoed in the wind. The old witch probably knew the game was up.
“How foolish do they think I am?” Perfect. Now she was talking to herself. Her sisters were going to drive her crazy. “Wishes, indeed.”
“Were you granted a wish? Or are you the fairy?” A deep male voice, filled with laughter, echoed up the stone steps.
So much for peace and tranquility. Suddenly the Fairy Steps were the most popular place in Beetham.
With a huff, Anne leaned over the edge of the steps. Her mouth fell open. At the foot of the steps, seated on a large black horse, was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Gorgeous, dark wavy hair curled around his high collar. Blue eyes danced with laughter. A navy blue coat had been tailored just right to fit his broad shoulders. Tight-fitting buckskin breeches outlined muscular legs.
Thank you, Providence, for buckskins
, thought Anne.
She swallowed to ease the dryness in her throat. “Excuse me, sir, did you pass an old lady on your way up the path?”
He smiled and those crinkles appeared around his blue-blue eyes. Anne fought the urge to swoon. Seriously? No man made her swoon. She looked down at his face again and fought the urge to gape.
“Depends. Are you the wisher or the fairy?” The elegant tone of his voice echoed a bit against all that stone.
Anne was done with being the ball for the bat. It was outside of enough. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Sir, if you didn’t pass her, then just say so.”
His smile fell and he shook his head. “An unbeliever.”
“There is nothing wrong with being sensible.”
“You are right, of course. Perhaps the fairy will grant you a wish for some fun in your life.”
Good Lord, Anne hoped the fairy didn’t hear that statement. She’d probably take it on as a challenge. Sophia was forever accusing Anne of extracting all the fun out of life. “Who are you?”
She cursed her propensity to speak before thinking. His face grew hard at her rudeness. Anne pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Her embarrassment aside, no one came to Beetham without a reason for being here. It was ten days from London and so far off the main road, it rarely showed up on a map of the area.
“Nathaniel Matthews, at your service, ma’am.” He touched his hat.
Oh no, he definitely had a reason. Anne’s heart tripped in her chest. Her stomach clenched. He wasn’t here for pleasure. He was here to stop the engagement.
“You’re Lady Danford’s grandson.”
“Yes, ma’am. She is my maternal grandmother.”
His tone hit her like the cold November wind blowing off the steps. She shivered and wrapped her shawl a bit tighter around her.
“Why are you at the Fairy Steps?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re lost.”
He had the grace to blush. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here.”
What man couldn’t find his way home? Men were supposed to be good at directions. It was probably more likely he was too busy to call on his grandmother. Did he not know how lucky he was to have her? “Take the path back to the lane. The Lodge is down farther, to the right.”
His dark eyes flashed. “Thank you, Miss—You didn’t tell me your name.” His tone, saber sharp, cut through her skin to the fear she buried deep. This was not a man to cross.
“Anne Townsend.” She dipped a curtsy.
“Thank you, Miss Townsend.” He tipped his hat again. “Perhaps we shall see each other again?”
“I’m sure we will, sir.” He reined in his horse and turned toward the lane. Anne watched him disappear into the woods.
Blast.
As if things couldn’t get any worse, she’d just angered the one man who could make or break the match that would save her family. She just couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
 
Nathaniel followed Miss Townsend’s directions and arrived at the Lodge in short order. His brain had a natural aversion to coming here. Too many bad memories.
The dark gray stone house looked like the set of a bad play filled with ghosts and tragedy. He could vouch for the tragedy. It was tragedy that brought him here the first time.
Too many images filled his head. The sound of a gun being fired. Pity on the face of the man who’d ruined his father so completely that a gunshot wound to the head was the only answer. The fear and uncertainty of what would happen to him and his brother. There was nothing he could have done to stop those events. He hated that he couldn’t avoid the memories, couldn’t move past them.
Lady Danford, his grandmother on his mother’s side, had brought Nathaniel and Tony to the Lodge. Yet even her kindness couldn’t remove the pain of those awful years. Her husband had been knighted and had left her a comfortable sum when he passed. With no other heir, the house would one day be Nathaniel’s.
As much as he loved his grandmother, he hated what the house represented: his father’s weak mind and foolish decisions. Decisions that would have left Nathaniel and his brother to fend for themselves if not for their grandmother. Decisions made trying to keep up with the
ton
. Decisions that left Nathaniel no choice but to sell the house in Sussex to pay his father’s debts.
Nathaniel wouldn’t be staying long.
“Sir, we were about to send a search party for you!” the footman said as he approached.
“Has the carriage arrived with my trunks?” Nathaniel dismounted and handed over the reins to the worried footman.
“Yes, sir,” the footman said as he led the horse away.
Damn, his ability to get lost was well known and once again affirmed by the servants. Nathaniel pulled down on his jacket and girded himself to enter the house. Though much of it had been completely redone, it hadn’t wiped away the images in his head. Like a hammer to his skull, they hit him hard as he entered.
He shoved the bad memories deep as he found his grandmother in her overdone, floral drawing room. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon sunlight that was streaming into the room. “I see you are holding court as usual, Grandmother.”
“There you are. I thought I was going to have to send someone after you.” Lady Danford’s tone was sharp, but her smile was warm. She reached out a hand to him.
Nathaniel clasped it and raised it to his lips. Her skin was cool and papery. “I thought you at death’s door from the sound of your letter.”
“You’re gone for nearly a year and treat me to impudence.” She sat back in her chair and pulled her coverlet about her legs. “Come kiss me and tell me why you have stayed away so long.”
He pressed a kiss to her papery cheek. “Beetham doesn’t have a port.”
Lady Danford laughed. “I’ve missed you, Son.”
He studied her for a long moment. The years had taken their toll. He’d lost his parents, but she’d gained two grandsons to care for. He took a seat near her and crossed his legs. It was time to get to the point of his visit; the only reason he’d come back to Beetham.
“I take it I was summoned because my brother, Tony, is in some sort of trouble.” Nathaniel leaned back in his chair, his hands folding and unfolding. “I’ve paid his gambling debts from Cambridge.”
“He’s a young man. You remember what that’s like, don’t you?” She smoothed the coverlet over her legs.
Nathaniel winced. “I’m not that old.”
“Good heavens, your own father had more of a life than you do.” Her voice was sharp.
“Don’t compare me to him,” Nathaniel said rather sharply.
Damn.
Lady Danford watched him closely. “Forgive me, ma’am,” he muttered.
“Still haven’t let that go?” She shook her head. “Nathaniel, Son—”
He stood and paced to the window, staring out. “We aren’t discussing this.” The last thing he wanted was a discussion of his cowardly father.
“Our past always comes back to haunt us in one way or another.” Lady Danford’s voice was soft but firm. “At least until we deal with it and move on.”
Nathaniel let the comment pass. It was a reoccurring argument. “Has Tony been giving you any trouble during his visit?”
“No more than usual.” Lady Danford picked up her embroidery. “He’s infatuated with one of the local young ladies.”
“Next week it will be some other girl.” Tony changed women like most changed stockings. Nathaniel could hardly keep up. “You brought me this far from London because he’s involved with a local girl?”
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