TO SEDUCE A STRANGER
by Susanna Craig
Pub date: 4/11/2017
Genre: Historical Romance
Desire waylays the plans of a man with a mysterious past and a woman with an
uncertain future, in Susanna Craig’s unforgettable series set in Georgian England.
After her much older husband dies—leaving her his fortune—Charlotte Blakemore
finds herself at the mercy of her stepson, who vows to contest the will and destroy
her life. With nowhere to turn and no one to help her, she embarks on an elaborate
ruse—only to find herself stranded on the way to London. . .
More than twenty years in the West Indies have hardened Edward Cary, but not enough to
abandon a helpless woman at a roadside inn—especially one as disarmingly beautiful as
Charlotte. He takes her with him to the Gloucestershire estate he is determined to restore,
though he is suspicious of every word that falls from her distractingly lush lips.
As far as Charlotte knows, Edward is nothing more than a steward, and there’s no reason
to reveal his noble birth until he can right his father’s wrongs. Acting as husband and wife
will keep people in the village from asking questions that neither Charlotte nor Edward
are willing to answer. But the game they’re each determined to play has rules that beg
to broken, when the passion between them threatens to uncover the truth—for
better or worse. . .
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kind of you to drop in, Mrs. Henderson,” Mama said
Mrs. Henderson was the vicar’s wife, a heavyset woman with a prominent nose and
hair the color of a mouse’s hide. But she always smelled of gingerbread and was kind
to him and the other boys tutored by Mr. Henderson’s curate, Cummings
“Will you take tea?”
“It’s very kind of you, I’m sure, but I can’t stay, my lady. I only called to see if young
Ravenswood was unwell. He wasn’t at his Latin lesson today, and Mr. Cummings
seemed to think that he wasn’t quite himself yesterday.”
“Oh, that!” Mama laughed, a shade too brightly. “He was petulant because his father
forbade him a new toy.” Her words made him bristle. “Boys will be boys, Mrs.
Henderson. But I’ll see to it he does not miss another lesson.”
A long pause. “And you, my lady—are you quite well?” It seemed Mrs. Henderson
was not content to let sleeping dogs lie.
“I? Why, yes, of course,” replied Mama.
The boy heard the click of the door latch, and before he could wonder who had dared
to close a door that Father never allowed any- one to close but him, he heard
Mrs. Henderson say, “My lady, I know it’s not my place. But that’s an
When Mama had come in last evening to say goodnight, he had seen the bruise at
her hairline near her temple, only partially hidden by her lace-edged cap. He
could picture her slender hand rising now to shield her face from the other
woman’s sight. “It’s nothing. I—I tripped and—”
A love affair with historical romances led Susanna Craig to a degree (okay, three degrees)
in literature and a career as an English professor. When she’s not teaching or writing academic essays about Jane Austen and her contemporaries, she enjoys putting her fascination with words and knowledge of the period to better use: writing Regency-era romances she hopes readers will find both smart and sexy. She makes her home among the rolling hills of Kentucky horse country, along with her historian husband, their unstoppable little girl, and a genuinely grumpy cat.
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