The Fall of Lord Drayson

WHEN COLIN CAVENDISH, the newly minted Earl of Drayson, coldly informs Lucy Beresford that she and her mother must leave the home they’ve lived in for two years, Lucy’s world collapses. Penniless, friendless, and betrayed by a promise his father swore to keep, she has every reason to loathe the man, but no power to stop him.

Until fate delivers the earl senseless, bleeding, & devoid of memory in the middle of the road.

Lucy soon introduces the proud earl to his new identity: not a lord at all, but a servant. Her servant. What follows is a witty battle of wills between a humbled aristocrat and a sharp-tongued young woman, bound by secrets, deception, and a lie that grows more dangerous by the day.

Caught together in a tangled web of mistaken identities and reluctant attraction, one question looms: will they ever get out?

EXCERPT

He stared at her incredulously, as though she had escaped Bedlam. "Are you in your right mind, woman?"

Lucy leaned forward and planted her palms on his bed so that her eyes were level with his. "My name is Lucy Beresford. I have lived in Askern all my life. I'm the sole daughter of a vicar and a seamstress who lived most happily despite their differences in station. When my father passed away, I came here, to this dower house. So yes, I am in my right mind. It is you who are not."

The earl's jaw clenched, and Lucy took some pleasure at the sight. Perhaps he would come down off his high horse and show at least a small amount of kindness or respect.

"I may not know who I am or where I came from," he finally said, "but at least I do not feel the need to tell tales."

"Tell tales?" Lucy gaped at him. Was he accusing her of telling untruths? Her, of all people? What untruths? How dare he!

Lord Drayson glanced down at his fingers, frowning when he spotted grime under his nails. He began to scrape it out as he spoke. "Claiming to be the daughter of a vicar and seamstress is all very romantic, but it cannot possibly be the truth."

"And why not?" she asked.

His gaze returned to hers. "In my experience, the daughter of a vicar would behave with more decorum, would know how to make a palatable broth, and would never allow herself to be alone in a room with a man who is not her relative. If there is one thing I know with absolute certainty, it is that you are no relation of mine."

Lucy's jaw clenched as she fought to control the rage building inside her. Ever so slowly, she pushed herself up to standing and glared down at the earl. "You are correct in thinking I am no ordinary vicar's daughter. I do not love unconditionally. I show decorum only when I wish to. And I despise those who care for no one but themselves. But I do not tell tales."

He actually chuckled, but it was more of a scoff than a show of humor. "Did you learn those traits from your father?"

"Do not speak of my father."

"I would prefer to speak of myself, but you do not seem to share that preference, so perhaps we should speak of your father instead. Where is he, by the by? I would very much like to meet him."

Lucy's fingers became fists while her conscience became a battleground between all that was good and evil inside her. It was a short battle, with evil making a quick triumph.

Ever so slowly, her body still trembling with anger, she lifted her chin. If he was going to accuse her of telling tales, then tell them she would. "Very well, Collins. If you must know, I am your employer. And though you may not remember me, or this house, or your position in it, or the fact that you are perfectly susceptible to coming off a horse, just like any other human, I still expect some kindness and respect from you."

"What on earth are you talking about? What position?"

There was not a hint of hesitation in her voice when she answered. "You are a servant in this house."

SERIES NOTE:

While each book in this series can stand alone, they are best read in the following order:

The Fall of Lord Drayson, Tanglewood Book 1

The Rise of Miss Notley, Tanglewood Book 2

The Pursuit of Lady Harriett, Tanglewood Book 3