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Just released! A new boxed set from Mirror Press, including my first Regency, The Duke’s Undoing!

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G.G.’s Jottings

July, 2014



I am wrestling with Exile, my first sequel to The Last Waltz. It is demanding far more skill from me than my Regencies, not to mention research on subjects as varied as medical science, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, and of course pre-World War II politics and intrigue. Look for a September release!

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We welcome Astrid Carolyn Bailey to our family! She was born on July 8, and is a beautiful girl with very long fingers and feet! She is going to be tall an beautiful, and at the moment takes after her Aunt Amy, a marathoner.  David and I are currently in California, supervising Jack (8), Micah (4), and Nathan (1), trying to keep up with the laundry, and trying to offer aid and comfort to daughter, Buffy, as she recovers. The boys love having a little sister, and I predict that she will be Princess Leia in their Star Wars universe.  She doesn’t even flinch during  light saber duels.


Today, July 11, is Henry’s first birthday. We are missing it, but were able to Face Time with him this morning. His mom, Jessi’s, parents are home from Ghana after 3 years of service as Mission Presidents, and they are enjoying getting to know this new grandson.










We are having a lot of fun with our California grandchildren , however we also have something else to look forward to in October. We are going to cruise the St. Lawrence Seaway for ten days, starting in Quebec City and ending in New York. We have never been in that part of Canada before and are really looking forward to it, and hope there will be a few leaves left on the trees!



In Honor of the Centennial of World War I

As you have probably known or recently discovered, June 28 2014 marks the one hundredth anniversary of the Assassination of Archduke Ferdinand of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Because of entangling alliances and many more factors, this event signaled the beginning of what was known at the time as the Great War or The War to End All Wars.

I have mentioned that I am a history nerd. The particular focus of my nerdiness is the period of history from 1914-1945. I have referred many times on this blog to The Last Waltz: A Novel of Love and War, my Whitney Award-winning novel that covers the first part of this time: 1913-1938. Here is what one of my readers, multi-award-winning historical novelist and USA Bestselling Author of The Heart of the Ocean, Heather Moore, says about the book:

“It’s 1913 and the world is teetering on the brink of World War I. In the critically-acclaimed novel, The Last Waltz, award-winning author GG Vandagriff gives us an amazing glimpse into the volatile politics of Austria during the 1914-1938 era that eventually brings the Austrian people under Hitler’s rule. The Last Waltz is a beautiful story of love, but even more fascinating is learning about the Austrians and their role in the First World War, a century ago.. From the glittering aristocratic society rises a people who plunge whole-heartedly into preserving their country and their heritage, as a grand nation struggles to emerge from the depths of war.”

Don’t get us wrong. It is a grand romance, but it is something more–a story that has never been told in English language fiction. You can

read a lot more about it here.

Character Sketches:

Amalia Eugenia Faulhaber: Viennese beauty who develops from a nineteen-year-old debutante into a woman who would be remarkable in any age. Born into the middle class, she is nevertheless the great granddaughter of a count and the beloved niece of a socialist. The men in her life are:

Eberhard von Waldburg: Prussian Lieutenant in the Great War whose life is conflicted by the desires of a military father and a gentle, musical mother.

Andrzej Zaleski: Dashing aristocratic Polish doctor, beloved by Viennese Society and devoted to the cause of Polish liberty.

Rudolf von Schoenenburg: Austrian baron, colonel in the Great War, philanthropist, and great friend of Amalia’s Socialist Uncle, tormented by scenes from his childhood. 

Some Reviews:

“The Last Waltz is a book to savor. It educates; it is filled with action; the tender love story is mirrored in the political conflicts of the day, it is filled with points to ponder, and it entertains.”–Meridian Magazine.

“Once I started reading this novel, I could not put it down. The author took me right into Vienna before World War I and kept me enthralled with the personality and character of Amalia. Each of the men whom she loved were men of good character, as well. It was interesting to me to see the wars from the viewpoint of the Austrians, and to see the steps they took to remain out of the clutches of Hitler and the Germans. If you’re interested in history and want to read a novel with people of good character, then this one is for you.”–Five Star Review Amazon

“These characters were really brought to life by this writer. I could envision every scene, every city; I could feel every emotion of this woman., as well as the 3 men in her life. The twists and turns of the story kept the reader so engrossed that it was hard to put it down and turn out the light for sleep. I was grinning, I was tearing up, I was holding my breath throughout the entire novel. It is NOT just another romantic story. It is historical and geographical as well. My only complaint, and it’s a big one… WHERE IS THE SEQUEL! Is this writer seriously going to just leave it as it ended??!”–Five Star Review amazon

To answer the last reader: I am finally writing the first sequel!

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I Am Officially A Nerd

I am very excited to report that progress on Exile, the sequel to Last Waltz, is proceeding well. It will be a standalone historical romance with a great deal of suspense. I have plotted it through to the end, though I have never been known to stick to my plots! There is plenty of romance and a good deal of little known history that I have culled from my research.

I have decided that I might as well make my peace with the fact that I am a history nerd! I even ordered nerd glasses.

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Available in September


A Phenom Of Which Readers Might Not Be Aware

Many of the reviews of Lord Grenville’s Choice have judged poor Lord G. very harshly for his lingering fantasy of Elizabeth while he is married to Felicity. First of all, consider the thought that he didn’t marry Felicity for love, and back in the day, that was very common.

But my main inspiration for writing such a tale was the fact that many men never get over their first love and carry it enshrined in their hearts as part of their younger, more dashing self. As proof, I can offer at least two real stories that have come with the advent of Facebook.

I have witnessed two long-term marriages crumble suddenly when a husband discovered the “fantasy crush” or “first love” of his life on Facebook. On the strength of a few e-mails each of these men left his wife and children for his “old flame.”

Women: do not judge Lord G. so harshly just because the temptation was there! It happens, unhappily more than you think! And he did not give in, even when he did not think of the feelings he had for Felicity as true love. He saw through his infatuation. For the day in which he lived, this was admirable.

For the age, he was fairly enlightened, though that does not stop him from being maddening!

I welcome comments!


GG’s Jottings

June, 2014



“M” stands for May and for “Miraculous Month.”  Lord Grenville’s Choice hovered between #2 and #11 on the Amazon Romance Regency Bestseller and Historical Romance Regency Bestseller lists during the entire month of May. Thank you all you wonderful readers!

My current project is the first sequel to The Last Waltz: A Novel of Love and War, which readers have been asking for since 2009. For those of you who haven’t read it, The Last Waltz It is a historical romance set between the years 1913 and 1937. It is especially timely this year as 2014 marks the centennial of World War I.Read what  USA Today Bestselling Author, Heather Moore has to say about the work under the Historical Romance “button” above.

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The project of a sequel was so daunting, that I first decided to do it in novellas, but now that I am at the mark of novella length, I still have too much story to tell, so it is going to be the first of several novels.. However I’m hoping to have it ready for publication in September. The first sequel is called Exile, beginning on Amalia’s journey from Austria to Switzerland following the Anschluss. (If you have already read Waltz, peek at spoiler in “Work In Progress”)

TTT Love Unexpected 3-DMirror Press, LLC has asked to include The Duke’s Undoing in a boxed set of three romances, Love Unexpected,  which will be published in August.

Displaying TTT Love Unexpected 3-D.jpgDisplaying TTT Love Unexpected 3-D.jpgSpeaking of boxed sets, I have a new one of my own–Three Original Ladies and Their Gentlemen, a compilation of the following three Regencies: Rescuing Rosalind, Lord Trowbridge’s Angel, and The Baron and the Bluestocking. My first three mysteries in the Alex and Briggie series will soon be available as a boxed set, as well.

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Micah is four and fearless. This picture was taken a few days before his birthday. It now sits in my office.

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Our trip to Jackson was spectacular. Snow was still on the ground in the Grand Tetons National Park, but David got some spectacular photos. The food was fabulous. I had fish in every restaurant! We also really enjoyed the Wildlife Art Museum. There was so much to see and it is such a beautiful drive, we have decided to go back there for our fall vacation, too.




New Boxed Set Available

My second Regency Trilogy: Three Original Ladies and Their Gentlemen just became available as a boxed set! Great bargain. Great summer reading!

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This just in!

Lots of new news!

First of all, thanks to my wonderful readers, Lord Grenville’s Choice has been received with great enthusiasm. It has been on the Regency and Inspirational romance bestseller lists for a week and a half, ranking between 2 and 7 with rankings changing up and down daily.

Secondly, I just finished a hugely successful promotion on Bookbub of The Baron and the Bluestocking which has resulted in new readers for all my Regencies.

Thirdly, I have begun the first novella sequel to The Last Waltz, titled Exile. I am over halfway through it. It will be 30,000 words, roughly half the length of one of my romances. I have fabulous preliminary cover art which I will share with my readers as soon as it is finalized. I decided to write the sequels in novella form because the nature of the story from pre-World War II through to the end is episodic. Each novella will encapsulate one episode in the journey the von Schoenenburg family will make through this period. The genre will be Historical Romance.

For a sneak peek at what happens in Exile, go to my Work in Progress page.

Regency fans, do not despair! When this novella is finished, I will write a sequel to Lord Grenville. In the meantime, if you are not familiar with my award-winning epic, The Last Waltz, you might just want to give it a try. It is now available at the low promotional price of $2.99!



G.G.’s Jottings


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Today, May 6,, marks the release of my seventh Regency Romance,Lord Grenville’s Choice:

Alexander Lambeth, 5th Earl of Grenville, only had eyes for the fair Lady Elizabeth during his first London Season. Unfortunately, Elizabeth’s father brokered her marriage to another. Fancying himself broken-hearted, Alex consented to a loveless union with Lady Felicity, daughter of wealthy Lord Morecombe.

Five years into his marriage, his first love is widowed, and Alex’s wife seems to believe he will waste no time making Lady Elizabeth his mistress. As Felicity chooses to live apart from him, a surprisingly difficult choice is thrust upon Alex. Whom does he truly desire—the ethereal Elizabeth or the maddening Felicity?

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(Trumpets!) Our son Greg graduated from college this month after a long and varied career as a student. For at least the last five years he has been working full time, building a great resume. As a result he landed a peach of a job which started today. Congratulations, Greg!

Grandson Henry ( 9 mos) has mastered crawling, sitting, and standing all during the month of April. He also went to Hawaii with his parents to stay with his great uncle Greg and great aunt Diana. Morgan reports that Henry is a fan of “island living.”

Jack (8) is enjoying swim team, Micah (3) is hatching dinosaurs on his parents’ bed, and Nate (1) is being chased away from all the “fiery and dangerous” toys that Micah objects to him playing with. All of us are awaiting the exciting July event: “Petunia’s” birth.



David and I leave soon for our vacation in Jackson Hole, Wyoming where he will try out his new wide-angled lens on the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone. Expect pictures!


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London, 1812


Alexander Lambeth, Fifth Earl of Grenville, opened the door to the nursery on the second floor of his townhome.

“Hello, Papa!” His son scrambled off his nanny’s lap and ran across the wooden floor to greet him, throwing his arms around Alexander’s legs and hugging his knees. “I found a birdies’ nest today.”

“What a clever boy you are.” Alex hoisted his son in the air, lowering him slowly until their noses touched. “Did it have eggs in it?”

Jack wiggled in his arms. “Throw me in the air, Papa!”

“Not until you tell me about the nest!”

“It had blue eggs.”

“Did you steal it?”

“No. Nanny would not let me. She said it belonged to the mama bird and that inside the eggs were her babies.”

“Well done.” Alex threw Jack in the air and caught him. “Once! Twice! Thrice!”

His son giggled uproariously before Alex set him down. At that moment, Felicity came through the nursery doorway. He could smell her vanilla scent as she moved up behind him.

“Mama!” Jack ran on his sturdy four-year-old legs to embrace his mother, who immediately knelt down to his height.

“We are having strawberries for tea tomorrow. Shall you come?” Jack asked her.

“Of course I shall. I would not miss it for anything.”

In spite of her caramel-colored satin evening dress, she picked up the youngster until she cradled him in her arms. Felicity began kissing him under his chin, behind his ears, and finally asked him sotto voce, “Jack-Jack, do you know how much I love you?”

“More than all the stars in the sky!” he said.

He giggled again, and Alex’s heart warmed as it did every time he saw his wife’s unrestrained affection for their son. Her chignon of golden hair began to loosen precariously and her honey-colored eyes were bright with mischief as she tickled him.

It was all quite unfashionable. But if Felicity had her way, she would be in the nursery all the day long. He wondered, as he so often did, how such a loving mother could be such a difficult wife.

All too soon, Nanny Owens said, “Now, now, your ladyship, you are getting Lord Jack far too excited before bedtime. He will never go to sleep.” She shooed them both out of their son’s rooms.

As the doors closed behind them, Alex was feeling the glow of fatherhood when Felicity said, her voice strained, “I need to speak to you, Alex. Now, if you please.”

With a small sigh, he said, “Come, then. We will speak in my library.” He led the way down the three flights of stairs.

When they reached his very masculine room, lined with his well-read philosophy tomes and volumes of modern poetry, he stooped to light the fire.

“Shall I ring for some wine?” he asked, pouring himself a short whiskey.

“No, thank you,” Felicity said, sitting gracefully in a straight-backed chair before his desk. “This will not take long.”

He was relieved to hear it. Seating himself behind his desk, he raised his drink.

“Alex, I thought you ought to know that your Elizabeth’s husband died suddenly this afternoon. It seems he had a defective heart. He collapsed at the Norwich card party. A physician was called, but nothing could be done.” She looked him in the eye. “The love of your life is now a wealthy widow.” Her words were as much of a challenge as though she had dashed his face with a glove.

Stunned, Alex could only look at his wife. Her head was held high, her golden hair wrapped around it like an aureole, her eyes not quite steady.

Then her words hit him, and his heart leapt in his breast. There had been a time when Elizabeth, with her white-blonde hair and sea green eyes, was all he thought of morning, noon, and night.

He swallowed his whiskey in one burning gulp. “How do you know about Elizabeth?”

“Alex, the last thing I want to appear is a jealous wife. I know that is not seemly. But do you really think I do not know who my rival has always been? The woman who has always owned your heart?”

Her words jolted him. He supposed all of society knew of his love for Elizabeth, and his wife was not a stupid woman. She had known from the start that theirs was not a love match. They had been paired by their fathers after Elizabeth had become Countess of Beaton. Felicity knew she was not his choice. A gremlin of guilt entered his breast, but he banished it. She was not the first woman in history to make a dynastic marriage; she knew the rules.

“What do you expect me to do? Run off with her to the Continent? There is a war on, Felicity.”

“Please do not laugh at me.” She lowered her head and pleated the satin of her gown. “I know I am meant to look the other way.”

He stood. “You are being melodramatic. Elizabeth chose another. Our infatuation ended long ago. Now, if you please, I am off to the club.”

Felicity raised her chin. “I will order Easter lilies for her tomorrow. From both of us.” She rose and preceded him out of the room.

Alex chose to walk to the club, his stride measured and confident. Even his closest friend would not be able to discern that his mind was in an uproar. As he strolled out into the brisk night, he thought, not for the first time, how different life would have been if he and Elizabeth had been able to marry. She was a polar star in his life. She would have been tractable, elegant, a companion, not only in his bed, but in the rest of his life as well. Alex had always thought of her as his natural mate. But they had married elsewhere, and both had chosen to honor their vows. How would things change now that she was a widow?

As thoughts of Felicity intruded, he tried to push them aside. It was true she had surprised him by being an eager and passionate lover. She still was. The only time he felt like he was not disappointing her was in the bedroom. But she wanted from him what he could not give—his whole heart. As Felicity appeared to have guessed, Elizabeth still held a large piece of it, and he supposed she always would.

What now? What lies in the future for Elizabeth and me? Can we at least be companions?

Taking out his pocket watch, he could scarcely make out by the pea-sized glow of the street lantern that it was now just on nine o’clock. Elizabeth would not be gracing society tonight or any night soon. She was in mourning. He would pay a call of condolence tomorrow.

Once he was settled in his favorite armchair at Brooks,’ pretending to read the latest edition of Punch, his friend Sir Charles Winton approached. “Grenville! Well met!”

Alex stood and greeted his friend with a hearty handshake. “Winton! Did you buy those chestnuts after all?”

His friend was a natural born rider, holder of many records among racing gentlemen. Lean, with a handsome face given to generous smiles, he was still unmarried but greatly sought after. As a matter of fact, Alex now remembered, he had frequently been seen about town with Felicity before Alex had become betrothed to her.

After discussing his new chestnuts, Winton asked after her now. “How is Lady Grenville? Still mad about that boy of yours?”

“I know it is highly unfashionable to say so, but he is the light of our lives. You need to busy yourself about finding a wife and producing an heir yourself, Winton.”

His friend gave one of his hearty laughs and instead busied himself lighting a cigar. “I hear Lady Beaton will be available in a year’s time.” He looked at Grenville, one eyebrow cocked.

Alex shifted uncomfortably on his feet at the mention of Elizabeth. “Sit down, Winton. Brandy?”

When his friend agreed, he changed the subject from women to the news of the day, casting Punch aside. “The country is in more danger from within than from Napoleon, I think,” Alex said. “With this assassination of the Prime Minister, are we to go the way of France, do you think?”

“Anytime a PM can be shot on the floor of the House by a mere commoner with a grievance, I think we must worry. Poor Perceval. He left twelve children, you know.”

Alex sighed, “Yes, Felicity and I called on his widow a couple of days ago. Though Perceval was a Tory, we were friends. The woman is wretchedly downcast.”

“Who do you suppose will be the new PM? Liverpool?”

“Undoubtedly. We Whigs have fallen out of favor with the Regent.”

“Yes, and I do not know how long we are to endure this cursed war,” his friend said fractiously, tipping his ash onto the carpet.

They fell to discussing the recent defeats on the Peninsula. Alex’s younger brother, John, for whom his son was named, was fighting, his well-being a constant source of worry.

They came to no conclusions but grew more mellow with further discussion and the consumption of brandy. By the time Alex returned home, the night was far advanced.

His wife was not waiting up for him, reading by candlelight in their bed as was usually the case. She must be in her own room. Annoyed, he wondered if her unavailability had anything to do with Elizabeth.


Elizabeth, Countess of Beaton, looked stunningly regal in black as she received her calls of condolence. There were so many callers that she stood in the drawing room at the head of a veritable receiving line.

Alex thought she looked not one bit older than eighteen instead of the still relatively young age of twenty-four. Her father, Lord Whitby, stood by her, and he knew that the man would not be at all pleased to see him.

When he approached the love of his life, he noticed that she trembled and wondered if the cause was grief, exhaustion, or possibly the stern presence of Whitby. He could not flatter himself that it was because of his own appearance. Elizabeth had always been fragile, had always been in awe of her father.

He took her small black-gloved hand in his. “Lady Grenville and I extend to you our sincerest condolences,” Alex said quietly. “If there is anything either of us can do for you in your time of grief, you have only to ask.”

Those sea green eyes seemed to look a question at him. He wondered what it was. Through the glove, her hand was icy. She said, “Thank you for coming, my lord. I hope Lady Grenville is well?”

“Very well, indeed.”

Whitby was looking daggers at him, and he felt the press of other callers behind him. Alex held Elizabeth’s hand just an instant more and then took his leave. He carried her image in his mind all the way home, where he ensconced himself in the library to attempt to read his post and the Times.

Her image fled as he noticed there was a letter from his brother, John. Moving quickly, he sliced it open.

Dearest Brother,

By the time you receive this, no doubt I will be right as rain, but this is just to inform you that although I have so far survived the continuing carnage of Salamanca, I have sustained a wound in my upper arm. There is hardly anyone I know who has not received a wound of some sort. It is a bloody battle, though Field Marshal Wellesley continues to be a brilliant leader. I think we will eventually be victorious. We fight alongside the Portuguese, but our losses are heavier.

Hope my namesake is well and thriving. I expect his marching will have improved when I return for my autumn leave. Give my love also to Felicity and thank her warmly for the new socks and blister salve she sent. She is ever thoughtful.



For John to mention his wound at all, it must be significant. Greatly alarmed, Alex sprang to his feet and began to pace, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Which arm was hit? Was it a flesh wound, or did it contain a ball? Was it inflamed? Was there a danger of amputation?

He might not know the answers to his questions for weeks. He should never have bought the commission for his brother. Guilt had plagued him ever since. But John had wanted a pair of colors ever since he was a boy. He had played with his painted lead soldiers on the nursery floor, and their father had always shared details about the battles being fought against Napoleon’s armies. John’s chief worry had always been that the war would end before he could take part.

One of the first things Alex had done, once he had received Felicity’s sizable dowry, was to purchase a commission for his brother. He remembered thinking that at least one of them should have what he wanted.

Sitting behind his desk once more, he dipped his quill, pulled out a sheet of vellum, and began to write.

My dear brother,

Your letter was welcome, but pray tell me frankly how you do. You are a hero in our little family, though you may not see yourself that way. I must confess I am anxious about your wound and wish I could be certain that it was getting the proper attention. I am following the details of your battle as they appear in the newspaper and am glad to know of your confidence in the Field Marshall.

Please write as soon as you are able.

Your devoted brother,


Sealing and franking the letter, he knew of one thing only that would lessen his anxiety—spending a few minutes with his son and heir before he had to go out again. Alex read rapidly through the remainder of his post, finding nothing of significance. He made a stack of letters to attend to, another stack of invitations for Felicity to respond to, and a third stack that he must answer himself. After removing his jacket, he went quickly up the stairs to the nursery, where he found Nanny Owen reading a book to Jack.

“What ho, me hearty!” Alex exclaimed. “What is this you are reading?”

“It is a book about springtime, Papa. About little birdies hatching, and lambs and colts being born. It even has some kittens. May I have a kitten, Papa?”

“There are kittens in the stables, as a matter of fact. I am certain Mama will take you to look at them if you ask her.”

John clapped and then extended his arms. Alex hoisted him onto his shoulders and obediently played the role of horse for several minutes, allowing his son to clutch at his black hair for a mane. Never mind that it had been carefully styled.

“Faster, you slow old horsey!” Jack chivvied him.

“Mind your manners or I shall buck you off onto the ground!”

When the ride was over, Alex sat his son in the window seat and looked into his golden-skinned features. He looked very much like Felicity now that the baby chubbiness was disappearing. His cheekbones were high, his little chin pointed under a small mouth shaped in a perfect bow. Jack’s eyes were particularly large and honey-golden.

“You are a handsome rascal,” Alex said.

“Nanny says I look like Mama. Mama’s not handsome. She’s beautiful.”

He pinched Jack’s cheek. Was Felicity beautiful? Not a classic beauty like Elizabeth, but attractive enough in her own way. Her features certainly became Jack. Who would have thought this engaging scamp could have such a hold on his heart?

“Well, son, you are none too bad to look at, let us say that.” He stood. “And now, I must away. I have business to attend.”

The boy’s face suddenly became thoughtful. “Are you coming with us to Grandpapa’s?”

Startled, he said, “I did not know you were going.”

John nodded. “We are. Even Nanny Owen is coming.”

Alex frowned while something shifted in his chest. Why would his household be decamping to his father-in-law’s? “I must speak to Mama about this. Then I will tell you.”

When he left the nursery, Alex tried without success to find his wife. Norse, the butler, informed him that she had gone out the night before and had not yet returned.

Why had no one informed him? Before he could think, he asked, “Where was she going, Norse?”

“I believe to Lord Morecombe’s house, my lord. A footman in his lordship’s livery came for her at ten o’clock. She left almost straightaway. Her ladyship was most agitated.”

What was this mystery? Between seeing Elizabeth and getting his brother’s news, he was not ready to face anything else today. In fact, it was precisely times like these when he needed his wife. Glancing at his watch, he saw that he must leave at once for Perceval’s funeral at Westminster Abbey.

Stepping out into the street, he signaled a hackney coach. When his head cooled, he realized what he should have seen in the beginning. Perhaps Felicity’s father was ill. Yes, that was it, most likely. His mood softened. He would go to her later. She was terribly fond of her remaining parent.

Realizing suddenly he had come out in his shirtsleeves, he redirected the coach back to his townhouse. Undoubtedly, he should see to his “horsey mane” as well.

Really, it was turning into a very disconcerting day.



Looking for Reviewers!

Lord Grenville’s Choice is back from the editor, and I will be posting it to Amazon soon. Any reviewers who are interested in reviewing it on their blog, Amazon, and Goodreads, please leave your name and e-mail in the comments. This is exciting!