Douglas: Lord of Heartache (The Lonely Lords)
New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer Grace Burrowes writes The Lonely Lords with ardour and heart
"Grace Burrowes, along with her beautiful variety of writing, has given the reader one other amazing love tale set in a single of the main fascinating occasions in English background. Captivating!" ―Long and brief Reviews for Douglas
Douglas Allen wishes a house for his aching heart
Douglas Allen, Viscount Amery, hates having arrived to his identify with out realizing tips on how to deal with his houses. Guinevere Hollister is relations connection elevating her daughter in rural obscurity whereas stewarding the property. Douglas reluctantly places himself in Gwen's fingers for classes in land husbandry and discovers underneath her prickly external a girl of ardour and honor. but regardless of the closeness they locate, she is going to now not marry him.
Guinevere Hollister wishes a champion
When the strong Duke of Moreland arranges an engagement among Gwen and his inheritor, Douglas is aware the wedding isn't really what Gwen wishes. In Douglas's eyes, Gwen merits to make her personal offerings, and he'll tackle relatives, the meddling duke, and Gwen's personal lonely, obdurate middle to make sure his lady's happiness.
Tea in Gwen’s stomach to curdle. “Did he ship you to agenda one other stopover at for Rose?” “He did not,” Westhaven spoke back. “I sought after you to fulfill Valentine, and for Valentine to satisfy Rose. i assumed Rose’s commonplace turf could make the advent more well-off for her. Victor asked it.” “How is Victor?” Gwen requested, even though she dreaded the reply. “Failing swiftly. Supposedly Valentine is up from the rustic to affix the remainder of us for the Christmas vacation trips, yet we know he has come simply because.
“There has been an attack on a peer,” His Grace snapped, “before witnesses. grab this guy and use no matter what strength is critical to subdue him. Thoroughly.” Eighteen no longer too overdue. now not too past due. We’re no longer too overdue. Fairly’s phrases beat opposed to Douglas’s sanity whilst rage threatened to crowd out cause. Moreland’s liveried military was once remaining in, getting ready to avoid Douglas physically from getting into the church and preventing a marriage Guinevere should not have consented to. Douglas gripped Moreland’s.
Gratitude for his figuring out, yet also—surely he didn't think it?—disappointment that their night was once finishing hence. *** “How is Rose?” Douglas set down a tea tray he’d dropped at the nursery and took the second one rocking chair. “Ill. most likely flu.” Gwen approximately choked on these few phrases. David had acknowledged influenza may well hold off a fit younger grownup in a question of days. Douglas handed her a cup of tea. “You don’t appear alarmed.” She tired the cup and handed it again to him empty. “I am.
Possibly.” “Fucking rabbits,” relatively muttered, handing Heathgate a drink. “Can’t both of you retain your bloody breeches on?” Andrew and Heathgate exchanged a glance of self-conscious glee, a glance that proven that preserving one’s skirts down had as a lot to do with occasions in anticipation as protecting one’s breeches up. “May we flip our realization to the concerns at hand?” Heathgate requested. “Here.” Andrew handed him the letters. “Read for yourself.” “Don’t believe there’s a lot we will do for Rose,”.
Wait till I at the very least have a few sizzling tea in those humans sooner than you start your inquisition,” Felicity warned her husband. “Yes, my love. Douglas takes all of the sugar you've got in the home in his, however it won’t sweeten his disposition one bit.” “I will purchase the valuables in Sussex,” Douglas stated, “if merely to make sure my buddies are usually not additionally my relations.” Gareth seemed round the room whilst Felicity had everyone’s teacup crammed. “Any extra compulsory insults? o.k. then, Gwen, organize yourself,.