Jo has always been what
he is and never what he seems. Will his grandmother force him to live a life he
doesn't want, or can he figure a way out?
Jo's life had
never been simple. But since he moved in with his grandmother, things only
became worse. First, she assumes that Jo stood for Josephine not Joseph. Then
she believes all young women should be suitably married, especially her
granddaughter, Jo.
So now Jo's
expected to marry a man he's never met and whose own grandmother also wants the
match. But how can he when he must protect his secret?
Marcus would
rather spend time with his books and the gentlemen at his club than women, let
alone marry one.
With both their
grandmothers working against them, will they be able to find their way out of
this potentially scandalous situation? After spending time together, will they
want to?
Excerpt:
Jo couldn't help but laugh out
loud at that statement. "I will bet you any amount of money you care to
name that you will never meet a girl like me again." Jo moved well back
from the edge of the cliff and opened the basket to retrieve the blanket that
lay across the top of the food. Marcus helped Jo to set out the food, and they
sat down.
"How did your grandmother
convince you to come, if you do not mind me asking?" Jo asked.
"She did what every mother
and grandmother does when she wants a male of her acquaintance to do something
he might not want to do. She threatened me. She told me that if I did not
comply, then I would be cut off and disowned."
"That seems rather extreme."
"My grandmother wishes to
see me settled down before she dies. And my mother, well..." Marcus
paused, staring down at his food and avoiding eye contact.
"I know we just met, but I
promise you nothing you say to me will go any further than the two of us. My
grandmother, after all, is doing the exact same thing to me."
Marcus nodded. "I suppose we
are somewhat in the same boat, as it were. Very well, my mother is too
frightened of my grandmother to dare oppose her on anything. She is my father's
mother, and very used to getting her own way. She also has the type of mind
that once 'tis made up, there is no changing it."
Jo nodded. "Grandmother is
just the same, but I have no mother and father any longer whom I could turn to.
I shall have to put up with it. I must confess, I fully intended to make myself
as unpleasant as possible for the duration of your stay to insure that you
wouldn't even think of making me an offer."
Marcus laughed good naturedly.
"I planned to be as boorish as I could manage, so you wouldn't accept when
I did. Ye gads, we are a pair, aren’t we."
"What are we going to do
now? You have to ask, and I have to say yes."
Jo couldn't help but feel
downcast as this all became extremely overwhelming. He just did not know what
he could do now.
"I do not know. If they were
not such close friends, I would suggest we lie. You could say I never asked,
and I could say that you refused me."
Jo huffed a laugh. "A good
suggestion, but it would not work. I never expected to marry. My mother used to
tell me that one day, I would find someone I wished to spend my life with, and
she and my father would be happy for me no matter who the person was. But now
they are gone. All Grandmother cares about is that I marry someone
suitable."
"Why would you not marry?
You are a beautiful woman; gentlemen must have made you offers before,"
Marcus asked as if genuinely surprised that Jo thought so lowly of himself.
"We better get back to the
house. You'll want to settle in and get ready for dinner," Jo said,
getting up and artfully avoiding the question.
"Yes, you are quite right.
It would be most rude of me to delay you any further."
Jo couldn't help but smile.
"I doubt the staff expected me back in time for dinner tonight. That is
why they gave me the packed meal."
"Planning to avoid my
arrival?" Marcus asked with a wry smile.
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About the Author:
Rhiannon has been
making up stories as long as she can remember, admittedly they had less sex in them
back then. She never goes anywhere without a pen and notebook, and has often
been known to
stop mid-conversation, get a glazed look in her eye and need to
write down a line, or even an entirely new plot to add to her ever growing 'to
do' pile.
Rhiannon's
approach to writing, and life, is best described by the following conversation
with her very understanding, and often bemused husband.
"You got bit
by the plot bunny again didn't you?"
"Um
maybe"
"Small bunny
or big one?"
"It was a
tiger in a cunning disguise."
When she's not
writing she has a full-time job and a family who she loves very much, she's
very grateful for all the wonderful things in her life and hopes to keep
writing for a long time. Working on her books is Rhiannon's escape, she can
lose herself in different worlds and situations, if for no other reason than
that she will write for as long as she is able to hold a pen and paper and type
on her ever present laptop.
As Rhiannon likes
to talk quite a lot she set up a page on face book where people can come and
get information as it happens. She will respond to all messages sent to her,
currently the page only has a little over 100 likes, but considering the short
time she has had the page Rhiannon is thrilled with the response she's gotten.
She also has a
blog, that’s updated as often as she can think of witty and interesting things
to say, which is never as often as she'd like.
Rhiannon also has
an account on Goodreads
Lightson Dynasty
is published by Three Worlds Press. For more information on this book or their
other works please visit: Three
Worlds Press.
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