Being a sensible young woman, Lydia Craven had naturally done the former. As a matter of fact, she was very fond of Robert, Lord Wray, who was kind and affable, with a quiet charm that never grated on the nerves. He was handsome in an approachable way, his refined features providing the perfect framework for a pair of intelligent blue eyes and a smile that was employed somewhat judiciously. In fact, he shared her interest in mathematics and science.
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Being a sensible young woman, Lydia Craven had naturally done the former. As a matter of fact, she was very fond of Robert, Lord Wray, who was kind and affable, with a quiet charm that never grated on the nerves. He was handsome in an approachable way, his refined features providing the perfect framework for a pair of intelligent blue eyes and a smile that was employed somewhat judiciously.
In fact, he shared her interest in mathematics and science. And he mingled easily with her family - her unconventional, close-knit family, which had been blessed with enormous wealth but possessed a singularly undistinguished pedigree.
The only mild objection had come from her mother, Sara, who had seemed vaguely perturbed by her determination to marry Wray. Sara had stared thoughtfully at the rich planting of golden kingcups and yellow irises that lined the neat, brick-paved walkway. It had been a warm spring day, the pale blue sky embossed with fleecy clouds. You are such a serious girl, my dearest Lydia. Sara had smiled. When we played with blocks and I began to build houses and towns with them, you showed me how to construct a dihedral pyramid - " "All right, all right," Lydia had grumbled with a reluctant grin.
He loves machines and physics and mathematics. No horses necessary! As Sara had lifted her skirts ankle-high and waded among the thick carpeting of violets and white narcissi, the sun shining on her chestnut hair, she had looked far too young to be a matron of forty-five. She had paused to scoop up a clump of violets and inhale their heavy perfume. Her speculative blue eyes had regarded Lydia over the brilliant knot of flowers.
Suddenly the image of Jake Linley had appeared in her mind, his dark golden head bending over hers That night had been an anomaly that she would do well to forget. Linley had only been toying with her - the kiss had been nothing more than a prank fueled by one glass of brandy too many.
She had not seen Linley at all in the three months since then, and when they next met, she would pretend to have forgotten all about the episode. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Against the odds
Tazahn The book is about Dr. I know that different characters and couples resonate very differently with different readers and the disparity in opinions is what makes this site so much funbut Lydia was the type of heroine I happen to love most. Simon had a nick too, the Wraith. I totally recommend it. Want to Read saving…. However one callous remark from Jake dispels her of any notions that Jake might odxs her.
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Unfortunately, no matter how much he drank this evening, it was not going to numb the bitter awareness of what he could never have. Jake was tired, and hot, his caustic resentment seeming to rise with each moment he spent in the luxurious, crowded cavern of a ballroom. Separating himself from a group of friends, he wandered to a gallery that bordered the room, glancing at the sky that loomed dark and cool beyond a row of glittering windows. At the end of the gallery, Robert, Lord Wray, was surrounded by a smiling throng of friends and well-wishers, all of them congratulating him on the betrothal that had been announced an hour ago. Jake had always liked Wray, a pleasant enough fellow whose combination of intelligence and unoffensive wit made him welcome in any company.
Where's My Hero?: Against the Odds/Midsummer's Knight/A Tale of Two Sisters