Treating An Enthralling Lady (Preview)

Chapter One

“I hope you had a pleasant visit, Lady Emmeline.” The kindly coachman held his hand out to help the slight, golden-haired girl up the steps of the carriage.

“I did, thank you. I always find my afternoons with Lady Brackle highly diverting.”

Just before closing the carriage door, the coachman turned toward the street and then quickly back toward Emmeline.

“Begging your pardon, my lady, but do you know that gentleman standing yonder? He seems to be staring at you quite intently.”
Curious, Emmeline looked out across the road. It was a bustling part of town, and there were many people criss-crossing the thoroughfare, but it was easy to pick out the man in question. There, with a sly smile on his face that was doubtlessly meant to be flirtatious, stood Walter Gillingham. Emmeline’s stomach churned at the sight of him, and she had to steady herself to avoid falling out of the carriage. By the time she looked up again, Walter was gone.

“I don’t see anyone. Let’s get moving along, shall we?”

The coachman looked around again eager to defend himself, but relented when he also saw that the man had disappeared. The door to the carriage clicked shut, and Emmeline slumped against the quilted padding behind her. She closed her eyes and held her breath until she felt the carriage lurch forward, and they were finally on their way.

It was a mystery to Emmeline why simply the sight of that man made her feel so ill when others found him so charming. To ask the local gossips, William Gillingham was a charismatic Viscount merely months away from inheriting a large earldom, but Emmeline wanted nothing to do with him. She saw through his put-on glamour and easy compliments to the vain brute that lay underneath. It had been just four weeks since he had proposed marriage to her. When she’d refused his advances, Emmeline had gotten a rare glimpse at the anger William was truly capable of.

Now he was staring at her, half-hidden from across a busy street, and Emmeline couldn’t help but take the gaze as a kind of thinly-veiled threat.

The carriage shook dangerously over the uneven gravel, sending the young lady’s worries elsewhere, and she was grateful for the distraction. The further out of town they drove, passing by the grand estates that lined the route out of Buckingham proper, the further Emmeline was taken away from William’s intimidating stare. She breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, she would be back in the safety of Stonemore Hall, and her primary concern would be organizing her social calendar for the start of the season.

Again, the carriage careened to the right, and an oncoming cart had to swerve in order to avoid a collision. Driven by instinct, Emmeline stuck her head out to tell the driver they needed to stop. Evidently they had a loose wheel or the like, and it seemed as if some serious repairs might be needed. Before she could get a word out, however, the horse let out a wild whinny and started galloping down the narrow dirt road.

Emmeline was thrown back inside the carriage. The driver called out to the horse in an attempt to calm her down, but the mare clearly had a mind of her own, and she didn’t slow down for one moment. Emmeline pinned herself in place and clung to the seat underneath her as she tried to prepare for the inevitable crash.

When it finally came (as Emmeline knew it would), it was almost as if time slowed down. The delicate yellow curtains over the small carriage windows floated up and all sound ceased in a moment of peace before the sickening crunch that followed. All of a sudden, time sped up again, and Emmeline tried to remember to breathe as the carriage car rolled over more times than she could count. The world went topsy-turvy, and Emmeline realized there was nothing she could do to stop herself from being thrown around like a ragdoll.

Eventually, and unexpectedly, everything stopped. Emmeline instinctively knew she shouldn’t move an inch of her body until she’d had time to let the shock wear off, but she let her eyes blink open and closed a few times. The only thing she could see in front of her was the blueish-purple of a small sprig of forget-me-nots poking through the carriage window, which was now pressed up completely against the ground. She tried to call out to the driver, but found that no noise was coming out of her throat.

One by one, all the panicked thoughts bouncing around her mind disappeared, and she was left with simple reflection that the flowers were awfully pretty and would make a perfect pattern for an everyday sort of dress. It wasn’t long until her mind went completely blank, her vision clouded over, and she lost all consciousness.

The sun was low in the sky by the time Emmeline’s pretty blue eyes fluttered open once more. She couldn’t tell if it was early morning or early evening, but the honeysuckle sconces in the corner of the room by the window told her she was safely in her own bed.

A low voice interrupted her racing thoughts and vibrated through her as she tried to piece together the series of events that had led to that moment. The impact of the carriage against the ground, and the snapping of branches and mechanical parts, followed by the complete darkness.

“Good morning, Lady Emmeline. How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened?”
Without thinking, she turned to look toward the source of the calm voice, and her gaze was met by a pair of the deepest brown eyes she’d ever seen. The owner of the eyes appeared to be a young, handsome man with a strong jaw and artistically frazzled mop of curly hair atop his head. Emmeline didn’t say anything right away, as there was something in her soul that told her this man wasn’t real. There still existed the distinct possibility that she was, in fact, still lying on the cold ground inside the crumpled carriage and everything before her eyes was a figment of her unconscious imagination.

“Lady Emmeline, can you hear me?” The man touched her naked wrist as he spoke, and feeling flowed in her veins once again. She was truly awake, and the man leaning over her bedside was very real.

She sat up quite quickly, and passively thought about what state her hair might be in. As she raised her head, a hot pain flashed through her body from every direction. She let out a gasp, and froze in place as her head throbbed with an unplaceable ache.

“Be careful, now. There’s no need for any sudden movements. You’ve had quite a tumble, Lady Emmeline, and it would be best for you to stay as put for as long as possible.”
Emmeline couldn’t take her eyes off of the man. As much as she was certain that she was completely awake, it still seemed like the supposed doctor was too handsome to be real.
“Are …are you the doctor?” Emmeline’s voice cracked as she spoke, and she hated how small and weak she sounded.

He smiled, and Emmeline almost passed out all over again. As his dangerously handsome visage cracked open with a grin, she thought she could see straight through to his heart. Behind his dashing eyes was a warmth that Emmeline wasn’t sure she’d ever seen in a man before.

“Yes, I’m Dr. Trowbridge. You can call me Hudson. Most people do. We’ve never met before, but I’ve been a doctor here in Buckingham for several years now. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

She nodded gently as he guided her back toward the headboard, and she rested her head against the carefully placed pillow once more. Emmeline had always counted herself amongst the lucky to have gone unacquainted with the doctor for so long, but she now saw that it was the invalids who’d truly been the fortunate ones.

“Do you know your name?”

“Yes, I’m Emmeline. Lady Emmeline Ridlington.”

“That’s a very pretty name if you ask me. What’s your father’s name?”

Emmeline found herself blushing. She knew that he was only asking her such basic questions to assess whether or not she’d sustained some kind of serious head injury, but somehow it felt like he was truly interested in what she had to say. He was really listening to her, and she let herself believe for a moment that they were chatting in a quiet corner of a packed ballroom.
Her daydream was rudely interrupted by a nervous grunt coming from behind the handsome doctor.

“I say! Emmeline, have you forgotten me? Let me refresh your memory, dear girl. Your full title is Lady Emmeline Gwendolyn Marie-Claire Ridlington, and you’ve lived at Stonemore Hall your whole life. Sadly, your mother passed away when you were but twelve years old. My name is …”

“Papa, of course I remember who you are!” Emmeline giggled as she tried to calm her worried father. “Your name is George Ridlington, and you met my mother, Marie-Claire De Galard, on a sojourn to France with your grandmother. It was love at first sight, and within two months you were married and happily living after right here at Stonemore. Did I get all that right, Papa?”

Her father’s eyes brimmed with tears, and Hudson moved aside to let the man embrace his daughter.

“You had me worried there, dear Emme. I thought you might never wake again. Dr. Trowbridge here stayed up all night with you just to make sure your condition didn’t worsen. I was beside myself. Don’t you dare give me that kind of a fright again, do you hear me?”

Emmeline laughed, and tried not to cringe away from her father’s embrace even though it made her ribs hurt. Her father was a small man, but the tightness of his grip around her made it clear that the accident had been a very serious one.

“Is the coachman alright?” Emmeline asked nervously, feeling guilty that she hadn’t asked early. As far as she could remember, the rogue carriage hadn’t struck any other living thing, but she wasn’t sure that the coachman could have possibly escaped unscathed.

“Mr. Brooks is absolutely fine. He’s a little worse for wear, but he managed to jump from the box before the carriage tumbled into the ditch, so his wounds are nothing more than scrapes and bruises. As for you, on the other hand …” Hudson trailed off, and Emmeline could see that her father was nervous. The tension in the room was inescapable, and the young lady started to assume the worst. Was she being confined to bed because she was no longer able to walk?

“Lady Emmeline, from the looks of it, and judging from the bruises and swelling, it would seem that you’ve sprained your left ankle. Unfortunately, this means you may not be able to walk for two weeks. It’s daunting, I know, but I’m sure you’ll have plenty of visitors to keep you occupied and entertained, myself included. For purely medical reasons, of course,” he clarified. “Not to say that you wouldn’t make for charming company, Lady Emmeline. I mean to say, the entire Ridlington family seems perfectly …amiable. You sustained quite a knock on the head, however, so I ought to be checking in with you fairly frequently to make sure your condition hasn’t worsened in any way.”

Hudson turned quickly toward George before stepping back, and Emmeline could tell that he was flustered. His bashfulness was endearing, and she liked that there was something about her that made him nervous. She found herself so distracted that she hardly reacted to the news that she was going to be confined to bed for the foreseeable future.

“It’s alright, Emme, really. I’ll make sure that you have a steady flow of friends to read to you, or give you the gossip of the day. Sweet Jessica Gale is bound to be here day in and day out. I will arrange for a shipment of rare fruits to be delivered, so that you may taste a new flavor for every day that you are confined to this bed. I’ll have a tailor come round to show you the latest fabrics and designs, so that you may order yourself a new down. I’ll …”

George floundered to think of a new gift or worldly luxury that would appease his daughter, and Emmeline couldn’t help but blush. It was slightly embarrassing that her father seemed to think her so spoiled that she would whine about the recovery period following an accident that could have killed her. She was simply grateful to have escaped with her life.
She was grateful to have met Hudson.

“I’ll be just fine. Please, Papa, I don’t want anyone going to any trouble on my account. I can …take up a new hobby, perhaps. I have some embroidery hiding someplace that I’ve been avoiding for a few weeks now.”

Emmeline’s normal life was a very active one, full of riding, hiking, and archery. She wasn’t one to enjoy parlor games, though she adored dancing, and wished that the social season lasted the entire year. The Lady of Stonemore Hall dined with a great number of families in the Buckingham township, and was known to all who were acquainted with her to be a girl of great mirth and merriment. As such, her father was rightly skeptical of Emmeline’s lackadaisical tone. Two weeks without being able to stretch her legs or feel the wind in her hair was bound the drive her half mad.

“Do you read? I have acquired a good number of book recommendations from my other patients who have survived confinement over the years. I would be happy to bring some novels by from time to time.”

Before Emmeline could take the kindly doctor up on his generous offer, her father interrupted with a loud guffaw.

“Oh, our Emme’s not much of a reader. She knows how to read of course, but Lord knows I haven’t seen her crack the spine of a book since her schooldays. No, Emme could never sit still long enough to make it past chapter one.”

“Father, that’s not true!” Emmeline felt her cheeks turn a bright, hot crimson red. It would be highly improper for Dr. Trowbridge to ever be left alone in the company of the young Lady Ridlington, however, that didn’t stop her from wishing that her father wasn’t in the room.
“Not everyone enjoys reading. It’s certainly a very sedentary activity.” Like the refined gentleman he was, Hudson tried to brush off the awkward moment.

“Oh, but I do enjoy reading! Or, well …I intend to enjoy it. I’ve been meaning to, and now’s the perfect time to start. What I mean to say is, Hudson, I would very much like it if you would bring me some of your novels.” Emmeline flashed him a winning smile, and she could tell that she had smoothed over her father’s embarrassing misstep.

“Well, truth be told, I do have a fascinating novel currently in my possession. It’s the latest Percy Shelley, and I would venture to say that it is hardly at all the dull, descriptive sort of novel that may have bored you in your youth. This book has everything: adventure, danger, and romance. I ought to be on my way now, but I’ll come by soon to check up on you, Lady Emmeline. Lord Ridlington, I’ll leave it to you to make sure our patient stays put until I see you next.” Hudson pulled a slim volume out of his pocket and put it on the table next to the bedside.

He then gave a curt bow, and flashed Emmeline a cheeky smile that could not be mistaken for anything but flirtation. Emmeline tried to tell herself that she had simply hit her head a slight bit too hard, and that she’d probably just invented the moment. What was more likely was that the handsome doctor had smiled at her the same way he would any patient, and her imagination had turned it into a coquettish grin.

The next thing she knew, Dr. Hudson Trowbridge was gone, and her worried father replaced him by her bedside.

“Are you sure your head is feeling alright? You look oddly flushed. I don’t know if fevers are ever a side-effect of sprained ankles, but perhaps I should call the doctor back?”

“Don’t worry about me, Papa. I promise you, I’m just fine. Well, I will be.”

“Walter has already sent a note inquiring about your wellbeing. He’ll be pleased to know that you’re awake. I’ll tell him to come visit you as soon as possible.”

Emmeline’s chest seized. Her father had a soft spot for Walter, and had been heartbroken when she’d turned down his proposal of marriage. More than that, he’d been mad, which was an uncommon emotion for George. Emmeline had calmly tried to explain that she simply didn’t love Walter, regardless of his large fortune.

“Please don’t send for Walter. I beg of you. I cannot change my feelings for him no matter how hard you, or I, try.”

“Now, Emmeline, as I’ve told you many times, love grows. You may not feel amorously for him now, but that isn’t to say those feelings can’t develop over time. Plenty of arranged matches have resulted in great romance. I know you’ve turned him down once already, but I think Walter cares for you enough to give you another chance. We should both be grateful that he’s such a forgiving man. A true gentleman, if you ask me.”

Emmeline could tell that her father’s patience was being tested. He was a relentlessly positive sort of man, but her refusal of Walter’s affections clearly frustrated him to the core. Stubborn as she was, Emmeline wasn’t going to let anyone force her into an unwanted marriage.

“Papa, I vow to you that I will marry almost any other gentleman you would like me to, but I will not marry Walter. I trust that love can grow, but not with that man. I do not pretend to assume that I will find anything matching the adoration that you and my mother shared, but I hold out hope that I will find someone better suited to me than Walter.”

George Ridlington shook his head and smiled a tight smile. “I’ve spoiled you since you were a girl, and now I’m being punished for my sins. I should never have been so lenient with you, but I can’t refuse your pleading charms. I won’t give up yet, however, and I daresay Walter won’t either.”

It was Emmeline’s turn to shake her head. “What am I going to do with you, Papa? How am I to look after you and keep you out of trouble while I’m cooped up in this room?” She meant it teasingly, but saw that her father’s eyes were filled with tears.

“My heart stopped when they first carried you in here after the accident. You were limp, and I …I just thought …I can’t lose you Emmeline. Your mother’s passing was hard enough, but it is the ultimate tragedy for a father to lose his daughter while he still lives. Promise me that you won’t come to any harm from now on?”

Emmeline was speechless, and pulled her father in toward her for another rib-crushing embrace. She couldn’t promise him that she wouldn’t come to any harm. The carriage accident had been beyond anyone’s control. Still, there was no reason to worry her father when he was already ailing from such weak nerves.

“So, if the coachman escaped with some light scrapes and bruises, how did the carriage itself fare? Is she beyond repair?”

George threw back his head in laughter, and Emmeline was pleased to have been able to distract her father from the near-death incident.

“My dear, that carriage is nothing more than a pile of twigs now. The whole thing practically crumpled around you! It’ll make wonderful kindling for the town’s harvest festival come September. Now, you ought to be resting. I shall leave you be. Try to get some sleep.”

“Oh, I’m really not very tired. I’ve just slept straight through almost an entire night and day. Couldn’t you send for Jessica?”

“I’ll make sure she calls on you tomorrow afternoon, but for now you should really get as much rest as possible. Cook Louisa can whip you up something soothing for dinner.” He leaned over and gave his daughter an affectionate kiss on the forehead.

Emmeline resisted the urge to further press her father for further activity and company, and peacefully watched as he bumbled out of the room. As the sole daughter of a very rich earl, she was accustomed to getting her way, but George Ridlington seemed determined to leave her to her own devices. She let out a bored sigh, and groaned at the sharp pain ringing through her ankle. The expectation that she would be able to fall asleep amidst such a pounding ache was simply unrealistic.

The young lady of Stonemore Hall stretched her neck, and tried to catch a glimpse of her own reflection in the mirror atop her vanity, but it was too far away. Instead, she fluffled her hair, and hoped that she hadn’t looked a complete mess in front of the handsome doctor. Straining in the other direction, she caught sight of Hudson atop a handsome stead riding away from the estate. He was a good rider, and she couldn’t help but think he looked like a vision of strength as he galloped toward whatever his next appointment was.

Soon, however, the doctor was out of sight, and she could no longer follow his fine form. Flopping back against the pillow, she groaned again, having temporarily forgotten about her injuries.

With no other options of entertainment available to her, Emmeline leaned over toward her bedside table and reached for the book on it. Smoothing her fingers over the embossed blue letters on the cream cover, she read the title out loud.

“St. Irvyne, by Percy Shelley. Alright, Dr. Hudson. Let’s see what all the fuss is about then.”

Chapter Two

Hudson yawned widely as his horse trotted along the pretty tree-lined road back toward town. He didn’t feel tired at all, but clearly his body was running in opposition to his mind. It had been a long, nerve wracking night as everyone in the Stonemore household waited for any and all news about their mistress’ wellbeing. He himself hadn’t been convinced that she would pull through till the morning, though perhaps that had simply been due to how he’d spent the previous day.

Buckingham was in the midst of a small cholera outbreak, and though it was certainly nothing that most citizens needed to fear, Hudson had witnessed the painful death of a certain Mr. Perdue. The most awful part hadn’t even been Perdue’s death, but more so the wails of the wife and children that he’d left behind. It crushed Hudson to not have been able to save the man, but tragedy was a common theme in the work of every doctor, through the fault of no one in particular.

Seeing the gleam return to Lord Ridlington’s eyes when his daughter finally awoke had done a good deal to improve Hudson’s perspective. The life of a doctor was full of all sorts of hardships and miracles alike, but in all of Hudson’s career, he’d never seen a pair of eyes as pretty as Emmeline’s.

Having been a longtime resident of Buckingham, Hudson had heard many young men and women talk of Lady Ridlington’s beauty, but he’d never had the pleasure of making her acquaintance. Even with the bumps and bruises she’d endured, she was still clearly a stunning beauty.

The midmorning air was crisp, and despite his sleepless night, Hudson felt alert and alive. Something about Emmeline was so captivating, her quick tongue and delicate blush had left him vibrating with energy. It wasn’t often that he met someone who made him lose his sense of propriety, but he had a feeling Emmeline might do just that. One significant look from her, and he was sure he’d do just about anything she asked.

Of course, the thought of marrying a lady of Emmeline’s rank was laughable. Though doctors were just as well-respected as any other gentleman, the daughter of the Earl of Buckingham would be expected to marry into nobility and wealth. Hudson was well-to-do as far as country doctors went, and would be welcome at every dinner table in the county, but he was no earl.

Still, that didn’t stop him from thinking about her pretty pout. She was a sight to behold, and he’d have to be careful that he didn’t spend too much of his time dwelling on what it might be like to kiss her elegant neck.

Finally, with his apartments in view, he dismounted, handed the reins to his stable boy, and skipped his way up the stairs toward his front door.

“Oh, Dr. Trowbridge! Sir, we weren’t expecting you back until this evening. Is everything alright with the young Lady Ridlington?” Mrs. Turner, Hudson’s housekeeper, answered the door excitedly, and took his hat from his hands almost before it was off his head.

“She’s fine. A bit of a sprained ankle, but all things told, it could have been much worse. Word has it the carriage practically crumpled as soon as it hit the ground. Shoddy craftsmanship if you ask me. The coachman is unharmed as well and should be back to work in no time. I thought I might have a spot of lunch, if that’s quite alright with you, Mrs. Turner?”

The housekeepers eyes widened in surprise. “Well, of course, sir. It’s only …well, you don’t usually come home for lunch, no matter how many times a week I tell you that you ought to. In fact, we don’t usually see you for tea either. Now, I daresay I’m no doctor myself, but I think that any physician would recommend a hearty midday meal for a working man like yourself. Come, come, I’ll have something fixed up for you in no time.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Turner. I’d likely starve if I didn’t have you looking out for me. I don’t have long, as I’m expected at the Wilson’s house by half past one, but that should leave me plenty of time.”

Mrs. Turner gave him a smile and a curtsey before bustling off toward the kitchens. Left to his own devices, Hudson looked up the regal staircase that led to his bedchambers. He thought of his soft bed, with warm green velvet bed curtains around it and a fluffy pillow that he could fall asleep on in a moment. Instead of heading up the stairs to take a quick rest while he had the chance, however, he took his hand off the bannister and strode toward his study.

His study, which oftentimes doubled as an examining room if ever patients came to his doorstep, had a welcoming warmth to it. The dark oak furniture implied a kind of safety, and Hudson often felt like he could block the worries of the world out for hours just by sitting and reading a bit of poetry by the fire.
Stepping up toward his bookshelf, he ran his fingers over his not-insignificant book collection. Though it was clear that Emmeline was not a natural-born reader, Hudson could tell by her demeanor that she simply hadn’t been introduced to the right literature. He was sure that she would finish St. Irvyne in a matter of days, and he wanted to have more material at the ready for her.

The Shelley he’d leant her was by all accounts an adventure novel that would keep her captivated from cover to cover. There was an opportunity to broaden her horizons into a more romantic realm next. Perhaps she would be ready to enjoy some of the poetry of Byron?

“Behave yourself, Trowbridge,” he whispered to himself with a smile. Emmeline was out of bounds, and it wouldn’t be fair to play with her like a toy that he couldn’t take home. Still …the thought of her reading aloud the fine words of Keats as she imagined that it was Hudson himself whispering the words of adoration to her was too much for him to refuse.

He pulled a collection of romantic poetry off the shelf, as well as another adventure novel, and put them both in his case. That way he would be prepared for all eventualities. If the young lady showed an interest in a more intimate kind of literature, then he would have just the thing. If, on the other hand, she desired a more escapist sort of novel, then he’d have another flavor at the ready.

Hudson shook his head a little and laughed at himself. It wasn’t often that a young lady had him so distracted, and he liked the feeling. It could be nothing more than a small flirtation, but it would make his own days pass by more quickly, and would surely help the young lady recover more quickly from her injuries.

“Oh, there you are Dr. Trowbridge. I have a plate set up for you in the dining room, if you’re quite ready. Is everything alright?”

Hudson came out of his reverie, surprised by Mrs. Turner’s question.

“Yes, yes, everything’s quite alright. Thank you, I’ll be there in a moment.”

“If I didn’t know better, Dr. Trowbridge, I’d say that you’ve fallen victim to the pretty eyes of a certain Lady Emmeline Ridlington. Not to worry, plenty of young men have gone down the same road and made full recoveries. She’s a sweet girl, but watch your heart. You know, I’ve heard that a good many ladies from town are half in love with you. There’s no use pining over a lady who’s likely to marry some kind of Dutch prince, or the Earl of Sussex.”

Mrs. Turner was constantly offering motherly advice, and Hudson appreciated it, but she was worrying over nothing.

“I promise you, Mrs. Turner, my heart is my own. I’m too busy with work to think of such things anyway. Lady Emmeline Ridlington is nothing more than a patient, albeit a pretty one. Come, let’s to the dining room. I’m famished.”

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Lady Emmeline Ridlington has always prided herself on the fact that she hasn’t needed to see a doctor in years. When she winds up in a life-threatening carriage accident and receives treatment from Buckingham’s handsomest doctor, Emmeline quickly realizes the error of her healthy ways. Dr. Hudson Trowbridge’s quick tongue and sharp good looks leave Emmeline willing to do just about anything to see him again, even if it means faking an illness. She’s had a good many suitors in her lifetime, including some of England’s most eligible bachelors, but Emmeline immediately sets her sights on Dr. Hudson Trowbridge, and she usually gets what she wants.

Hudson, on the other hand, had been living a happy and quiet life as a country doctor before he met Emmeline. As soon as he lays eyes on her famed beauty for the first time, he knows he’s in for the adventure of a lifetime. The young doctor has a lot to lose if anyone finds out he’s romancing an earl’s daughter, but Hudson can’t help himself from lending Emmeline the most romantic of novels, and staring at her full lips while reciting love poems to her. Stolen glances lead to clandestine meetings, and the two lovers find themselves falling for each other. What was supposed to be a diverting flirtation turns into so much more.

When her father decides to encourage one of his daughter’s former suitors to renew his advances, Emmeline realizes that everything could come crashing down around her if she isn’t careful. Her father isn’t likely to approve of a marriage to a doctor when there’s a viscount ready to get down on one knee again. If Emmeline and Hudson want to be together, they’ll have to risk not only the judgement of society, and her father potentially disowning her, but also the quick anger of her spurned suitor. Not all gentlemen take rejection well, and this particular one is vengeful. Will Emmeline and Hudson find their way to each other, despite the very real danger posed to them both?

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