Length: 68,000 words
Cover Design: Fantasia Frog Designs
Blurb
A man with nothing finds everything.
Abandoned at birth, WWI veteran Hal Stanton faces bleak employment prospects in post-war London. Desperation spurs him to reinvent himself to hook a wealthy wife, one he will be devoted to even if he feels no real passion. But when he meets his fianceís cousin, Julian Needham, itís all he can do to keep his heart in check and his eye on the prize.
From the moment heís introduced to the charming stranger Margaret plans to marry, Julian suspects the manís motives yet fights a relentless attraction. Heís determined to reveal Hal as a fraud but must handle the matter delicately to protect his sweet cousinís feelings. A weekend at the family estate should allow time and opportunity for him to expose Halstead Wiley.
Even as the men match wits in a battle of attempted unmasking, powerful sexual attraction threatens to overcome them both and win the day. Can a true love connection possibly grow between these adversaries without destroying lives and loved ones?
Excerpt
Drawing up in front of the Needham house on the curved driveway, Hal felt as if he ought to be arriving in a carriage and four rather than Margaretís Daimler motorcar. The sprawling limestone house was a convoluted collection of roof peaks, turrets, and wings added on over the years. It looked like a castle, proclaiming nobility dwelt within and an outsider like him would never belong.
Hal didnít resent the upper class their wealth, power, and prestige. He merely wanted to become one of them. Was that so awful? A friend had once come to Halís flat begging a sanctuary to spend a night or two. The stay had turned into something more like two months. But Hal certainly understood that desire to lay down the burden of constant struggle to survive and find a quiet, comfortable resting spot.
Margaret would be his safe place, and he would be hers, making certain she never wanted for companionship. In return, heíd have a nice house, good food, and a fine wardrobe. He would guard her fortune as if it were his own, spending wisely and increasing it shrewdly. He wouldnít be a burden but a life companion in an easygoing, if chaste, arrangement.
He got out of the passenger side of the car, and Margaret came around to join him. ìWhat do you think? The house may appear grand, but donít let the battlements fool you. Inside, itís quite shabby. Despite a respectable family name, my aunt and uncle arenít wealthy by any means.î
Hal tucked her hand through the loop of his arm. ìIím not nervous. Iím quite ready to meet them and explain why Iíve fallen in love with their one-of-a-kind niece. This must have been a wonderful place to grow up with all those nooks and crannies to explore.î
ìIt truly was. Mother and I could have afforded to stay in our own home after Father died. But Iím so glad we came to live with Aunt Agnes and Uncle Harold; otherwise, I never wouldíve had brothers like Julian and James.î She frowned. ìAfter nearly two years, I still have trouble thinking of James in the past tense.î
Hal recalled James had survived France but died in the influenza epidemic almost immediately upon his return home. He put an arm around Margaret and hugged her. ìYou must miss him terribly.î
ìHis passing has been difficult for me but nearly killed my aunt and uncle. Theyíre still mourning. And JulianÖî She shook her head.
ìMisses his brother and perhaps blames himself for being alive,î Hal guessed. ìI understand that feeling, having lost many comrades at the front.î
Margaret stopped at the doorstep and turned to him, eyes shining. ìYou survived because God had more for you to do in this life. He brought you to me, for which I am ever grateful.î
Hal hated himself just a little more at her declaration. When heíd begun this plan, heíd imagined landing a wealthy older widow who knew the score and didnít mind so long as she had a handsome young husband to show off to her friends like a trophy. But then heíd met Margaret. Heíd been so taken with her blend of sweetness and assertiveness that it had seemed possible to make a sham marriage work. Now he was stuck with the plan heíd devised.
The door opened before they knocked. A stooped older man with a paunch swelling his waistcoat greeted them. ìWelcome home, Miss Margaret.î
ìHello, Grover. Youíre looking very dapper today. Iím so glad to be back. Iíve missed home these past months. May I present my fiancÈ, Mr. Halstead Wiley.î
The butler bowed. ìGood day, sir. Welcome to Barton Park.î
Hal almost returned the bow, then recalled his proper standing and nodded politely instead. ìIím happy to be here.î
Grover escorted them to the drawing room, where Mr. and Mrs. Needham and Julian were already gathered. Hal assessed the room before following Margaret inside. Pale blue walls and rug offered a sense of tranquility and the room was not overly cluttered. The dark, heavy pieces of furniture from an older century didnít fit the pale color palette that suggested a more chic, modern dÈcor.
Margaretís aunt and uncle rose to greet him. The outdated style of Mrs. Needhamís gown didnít detract from her aura of grace and refinement as she offered her hand. ìMr. Wiley, weíre pleased you could come. Darling Margaret is the daughter we never had, and we were eager to meet the man sheís chosen.î
ìQuite so,î Mr. Needham said.
Hal wasnít certain if he was meant to shake Mrs. Needhamís hand or kiss it. The customs of the gentry werenít familiar to him. He gave a polite press before letting go, then turned to offer a hearty shake to Mr. Needham. ìThe pleasure is mine. Your niece is a prize.î
ìYes, she is.î Mr. Needham gave Hal an assessing look with gray eyes very much like his sonís.
Hal scanned the rest of the room to find Julian standing near the window. Sunlight burnished his brown hair with golden highlights. His well-cut profile with its straight nose and strong jawline was haloed in light. When he turned his stern gaze toward Hal, a little hum of anticipation awoke within him.
Hal squelched this reaction to a man he considered an adversary. Needham had invited him here to poke holes in his story, so he must be on guard every moment not to give himself away. If this wedding were to be called off, heíd be jobless and desperate again. One would expect work to be plentiful in the aftermath of the Great War with so few veterans returning, but the economy was in shambles. Odd jobs were all Hal had been able to find, spurring him to his mad scheme to land a wealthy woman.
He offered a bright smile. ìGood to see you again, Mr. Needham.î
As much as it wasnít, it actually was. Needham intrigued Hal, not only his physical demeanor but his affectionate manner with Margaret and his magnetic presence. Had they met under other circumstances, he and Julian might have been friendsóor probably something more than friends, for Hal guessed ìconfirmed bachelorî Julian shared his attraction to men.
Hal dragged his thoughts away from the sorts of activities they might have gotten up to in another time and place, as he sat beside his betrothed on a sofa. ìYou have a lovely home,î he complimented his hosts. ìIts history must be fascinating.î
ìThank you,î Mrs. Needham said. ìBarton Park was built in 1640 and belonged to several families before the Needhams took possession.î
Her husband added dryly, ìYou may learn the entire history on every second Wednesday of the month, when the house is open. I daresay the tour guide is more educated on both the history and the architecture than we are.î
ìTours?î Julian abandoned his spot by the window to stride across the room with long-legged grace. ìWhen did this begin?î
ìSurely I mentioned this in one of my letters. A company that arranges tours approached us this past summer,î Mrs. Needham explained. ìAt first, your father refused to speak with their representative, but when we learned other owners of other estates were allowing tours, we decided to give it a go. Itís a respectable way to share oneís heritage and is little trouble at all. Thus far, the tourists, both domestic and foreign, have been orderly and respectful.î
ìNot at all annoying having strangers troop through oneís home,î Mr. Needham continued in his sub-Saharan tone. ìAnd youíd know about this if you paid the least attention to what your mother writes, or if you came for a visit every so often.î
Julian stood before his parents, scowling. ìYou did not mention this in any of your letters. Iíd no idea youíd reached such aÖî He glanced at Hal and seemed to reconsider airing his familyís financial business. ìThat you were considering such a thing.î
ìIt has become quite common these days for historical houses to be on display,î Mrs. Needham pointed out. ìAs youíve said, times are changing.î
ìMoreís the pity,î the elder Needham growled.
Hal sat very still, wishing he were someplace else and not witnessing this family argument. Heíd had no idea the Needhams were in such difficult straits until today. Apparently, their children hadnít either. Surely Margaret would want to offer financial help, which would cut into the inheritance from her fatherís side. He was a horrible person to immediately consider how the Needham familyís misfortune might affect him and his plans.
ìHonestly, I think itís rather brilliant to open the house to tours.î Margaret smoothed the folds of her modish knee-length dress. ìTourists enjoy seeing grand houses from a former century. The building should earn its maintenance at the very least. But if you require more financial assistance, please let me know. I want to do my part for the family.î
Julian Needham quickly added, ìI can offer help as well. My investments are doing well enough.î
ìWeíre not quite destitute, although apparently our home has become a museum artifact to be gawked at by strangers,î Mr. Needham said.
ìThank you, my dears, for your generous thought. But such a discussion is most inappropriate at this celebratory occasion.î Mrs. Needham turned her attention to Hal. ìTell us how you two met.î
ìWe were both browsing at a bookstore. I shared a recommendation with Hal, and we talked for hours. You can see how that conversation ended.î Margaret turned her beaming smile on Hal. ìOr never ended, for we always find something to discuss.î
ìI was taken with Margaret from the moment we met. She manages to be both imaginative and levelheaded at the same time. One doesnít let a quality woman like Margaret slip away.î
ìYour family approves the arrangement?î Mr. Needham probed.
Hal seized a quick breath before plunging into his embroidered history. He hadnít tried to pretend to Margaret that he came from any sort of gentility, instead inventing middle-class parents of modest means.
ìMy parents have passed, and I have no extended family. But Iím certain both Father and Mother would have welcomed Margaret with open arms.î
ìTell us about your parents,î Needham senior pushed.
ìMy father owned several shipping concerns. But in one year, a freighter was lost at sea and another seized by pirates. This put a great strain on his fortune and took a toll on his health.î Hal patted his chest, indicating possible heart failure or a broken heart. Let them decide which. ìHe passed away within a year, and my dear mother followed soon after. I believe she couldnít face life without him.î
Mrs. Needham gave a soft murmur, and Margaret reached to pat Halís hand. He bowed his head, hoping he wasnít overdoing the drama.
ìWere you left penniless then?î Julianís tone was cool and less than sympathetic.
ìJulian!î Mrs. Needham exclaimed at his shocking ill manners.
ìItís all right, Mrs. Needham. It is quite reasonable to wonder about the stranger your niece has brought home. I should have followed custom and asked permission for her hand.î Hal offered an apologetic smile, then continued trying to reassure them he had nothing to hide.
ìI invested the small inheritance I received and have increased it over the years, so I live quite comfortably. I wonít pretend to be more than I am. I come from a middle-class background, and Iím in love with a woman who is clearly above me. But I care for Margaret very much.î
The last part at least was true. Hal took her hand, gazed into her eyes, and prayed his selfish intentions could be forgiven.
Margaret smiled. ìAs I care for you.î
Julian made a small sound that might have signaled either acceptance or disgust.
Hal darted a sharp glance at him.
ìItís a lovely afternoon. I should like to take you on a tour of the land before supper,î Margaret said.
ìPerfect weather for an invigorating walk,î Hal agreed and blessed her for freeing him from the relentless questioning.
ìIíll go with you.î Julian had not taken a seat during the entire conversation, and now he started for the door. ìI should like to see how the farms are doing.î
They bid their elders goodbye and entered the hallway. Margaret excused herself to change into proper attire.
Hal had brought no walking shoes and lingered awkwardly with Julian, who scanned him up and down.
ìYouíll want a pair of Wellingtons. The fields and woods are muddy. And a droverís coat to cover this fine wool.î He fingered the lapel of Halís jacket, tailored for a gentleman and discovered by Hal in a secondhand store.
Julian stood so near, Hal felt the heat of his body and inhaled the scent of his shaving lotion. Did Julian mean to be intimidating? Probably, because he stared at Hal with the assessing eyes of judge, jury, and executioner.
When Julian at last stepped back, Hal took a deep breath. Unfortunately, the man wasnít only a barrier to breach, he also unleashed attraction such as Hal hadnít felt in a long time. Perhaps Julian sensed his desire and was baiting him to make an impulsive move.
But Hal wouldnít reveal himself so foolishly. Nothing could come between him and the quiet, calm, comfortable life he craved. He must convince this doubting Thomas before he derailed Halís matrimonial plan.
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