His Christmas Countess
A Christmas baby…Grant Rivers, Earl of Allundale, is desperate to get home in time for Christmas. But when he stumbles upon a woman all alone in a tumbledown shack, having a baby out of wedlock, it’s his duty to stay and help her. …leads to unexpected wedding vows!Grant knows all too well the risks of childbirth, and he’s witnessed enough tragedy to last a lifetime. So once he’s saved her life Grant is determined to save Kate’s reputation too…if she will consent to marrying a stranger on Christmas Day!
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Bachelors for life!
Friends since school, brothers in arms, bachelors for life!
At least thatâs what The Four DisgracesâAlex Tempest, Grant Rivers, Cris de Feaux and Gabriel Stoneâbelieve. But when they meet four feisty women who are more than a match for their wild ways these Lords are tempted to renounce bachelordom for good.
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Read Alex Tempestâs story in
His Housekeeperâs Christmas Wish
And Grant Riversâs story in
His Christmas Countess
Look out for Cris and Gabrielâs stories, coming soon!
I have been exploring the world of four quite disgraceful lords who are each going to meet their match in the very unexpected love of their life.
This time it is the turn of Grant Rivers, a man with dark secrets he keeps close to his heart. He is a man in a hurry, for very pressing reasons, but even he canât abandon someone in even more of a hurry than he isâa young woman giving birth in a ruined bothy on the wild Scottish Borders on Christmas Eve. Grant finds himself with more than he bargained for as a result of helping Kate Harding, and I hope you enjoy finding out as much as I did what happens when two people with secrets find themselves forced to learn to trust and rely on each other.
You can meet Grant before his encounter with Kate in His Housekeeperâs Christmas Wish, the story of the first Lord of Disgrace, Alex Tempest. The next twoâCris de Feaux and Gabriel Stoneâare yet to come.
LOUISE ALLEN loves immersing herself in history. She finds landscapes and places evoke the past powerfully. Venice, Burgundy and the Greek islands are favourite destinations. Louise lives on the Norfolk coast and spends her spare time gardening, researching family history or travelling in search of inspiration. Visit her at louiseallenregency.co.uk, @louiseregency and janeaustenslondon.com.
Contents
Lords of Disgrace
Author Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
December 24, 1819âthe Scottish Borders
Becoming pregnant had been so easy, so catastrophically simple. An unaccustomed glass of champagne, a little unfamiliar flattery, a night made for romance, a careless, innocent tumble from virtue to ruin.
Somehow that ease increased the shock of discovering just how hard giving birth to the baby was. It is because Iâm alone, Iâm cold, Iâm frightened, Kate told herself. In a moment, when these pains stop, I will feel stronger, Iâll get up and light the fire. If I can get there, if there is any dry kindling, if I can strike a spark.
âStop it.â She spoke aloud, her voice echoing in the chill space of the half-ruined bothy. âI will do it because I have to, because I must, for the baby.â It was her fault her child would be born in a tumbledown cottage on a winterâs day, her miscalculation in leaving it so late to run away, her lack of attention that had allowed the pickpocket to slip her purse from her reticule in the inn yard, leaving her penniless. She should have gone to the workhouse rather than think she could walk on, hoping for some miracle and safe shelter at the end of the rough, muddy road.
Her mind seemed to have turned to mush these past few days. Only one message had been clear: get away before Henry can take my baby from me. And she would do anything, anything at all, for this child, to keep him or her safe from her brotherâs clutches. Now was the time to move, while there was still some light left in the lowering sky. She tried to stand up from the heap of musty straw, but found she could not. âPull yourself together, Catherine Harding. Women give birth every day and in far worse conditions than this.â Beyond caring that she was reduced to a lumbering, clumsy creature, she managed to get on to her hands and knees and began to crawl towards the hearth and the broken remains of the fire grate.
The weakness caught her before she could move more than a few feet. It must be because she had eaten so little in the past day and night. Shaking, she dug her fingers into the dirt floor and hung on. She would gather a little strength in a moment, then she could crawl nearer to the cold hearth. Surely giving birth could not take much longer? Learning some basic facts of life would be far more useful to young women than the art of watercolours and playing the harp. Learning the wiles of hardened rakes and the consequences of a moonlit dalliance would be even more valuable. Most of all, learning that one could not trust anyone, not even your closest kin, was a lesson Kate had learned too late.
