Ewan Mostyn thinks a job as a duke’s daughter’s bodyguard will be easy―but Lady Lorraine has a few tricks up her sleeve that spark an undeniable passion…
Fiercely loyal to his friends and comrades, Ewan Mostyn is the toughest in a group of younger sons of nobility who met as soldiers and are now trying desperately to settle back into peaceful Society. Ewan trusts his brawn more than his brains, but when he’s offered a job watching the Duke of Ridlington’s stubbornly independent daughter, he finds both are challenged.
Lady Lorraine wants none of her father’s high-handed ways, and she’ll do everything in her power to avoid her distressingly attractive bodyguard―until she lands herself in real trouble. Lorraine begins to see Ewan’s protectiveness in a new light, and she can only hope that her stoic guardian will do for her what he’s always done―fight for what he wants.
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After our hero, Ewan Mostyn, interrupts Lady Lorraine trying to get her would-be-lover Francis to kiss her, she makes her case to Ewan about why she should be allowed to marry Francis.
“I love Francis Mostyn. Is it unnatural for me to want to express my love with a token of affection?”
“Kisses lead to further improprieties,” Ewan said. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to turn and see if his father stood behind him and had voiced them. It was exactly the sort of lecture the earl would have given to Ewan’s sister.
“I am prepared for that,” Lady Lorraine argued, turning and pacing the other way. “I want to marry Mr. Mostyn. I will make whatever sacrifice is required.”
“Washing and baking,” he said, recalling her speech earlier.
She stopped pacing and glanced at him. “You heard that then? Yes. As I said, I could earn money by taking in washing or baking pies to sell.”
The woman had no idea what she was talking about. “Have you ever laundered a garment?” Ewan asked.
“I…” She scowled at him. “It cannot be too difficult to learn.”
“It is hard work,” he said. He had never washed any of his own clothing until he’d entered the army, and while the work did not tax him physically, there was an art to it. “The soap roughens your hands and burns your skin, and the fabric grows heavy when wet so that scrubbing it requires some strength. Then it must be rinsed and wrung out and hung to dry.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I understand the process.”
“Have you ever looked at a washer woman?”
“Yes, of course.”
Ewan stared at her. He was a nobleman as much as she was a lady by birth. The nobility was not raised to look at the servants but rather to look through them.
“I have looked at them,” she insisted.
“What did her arms look like?”
Lady Lorraine’s brow creased as though she were deep in thought.
Ewan rarely interrupted, but she looked more chilled by the moment, and he wanted to finish the conversation and bring her inside. “Her arms were large and muscled and probably quite red and chafed. If you lasted in that work for a week, your delicate white arms would be ruined.” He looked at the patch of exposed skin between her gloves and her excuse for a sleeve.
She looked down at it as well. And then she looked back up, her glittering eyes brimming with determination. “Then I will bake pies instead.”
Ewan sighed. “Have you ever baked a pie?”
She looked at him as though she wished lightning might strike him dead. “Listen, Mr. Mostyn, I do not see why my abilities are any of your concern. And don’t think I don’t know why you want to thwart any chance I have of eloping with Francis.”
He’d never supposed she did not know why he wanted to stop her. His father had hired him for that precise purpose. “Your father—”
“No! That’s not why. It’s because you hate your cousin.”
Ewan stared at her. How had she known that?
“You tormented him as a boy, and now you see an opportunity to continue the abuse.”
Ewan was frequently speechless, but he’d never been made so purely by shock. Was that the story Francis had told her? Perhaps that was what his bastard cousin had told everyone. It would have garnered him sympathy, and Francis thrived on sympathy. Ewan could hardly fault her for believing it of him before they had met, but how could she think that of him now?
Ridiculous. Of course she would think such horrors of him. She didn’t know him at all. She didn’t even know the man she claimed to love. Ewan wanted to pity her, but he was far too angry.
“I love Francis,” she was saying, “and I won’t allow—”
“You don’t love him,” Ewan said with more vehemence than he’d intended. That little knot of fury he’d balled up unraveled slightly. She stepped back, clearly surprised as well. “You don’t know the first thing about my cousin or me or, for that matter, love.” He didn’t know why he’d added that last bit. He didn’t know anything about love either.
“And you do?” she challenged, clearly not afraid of him.
“I don’t claim to know about love,” he said honestly, “but I know my cousin, and he is not the innocent you think him to be. He is conning you, my lady—an easy task as you can be taken in for a kiss.”
“That’s not true.”
He advanced on her, but she did not move away. She merely scowled at him.
“You think my cousin loves you? He loves your dowry.”
“How dare you!”
“And if you were ever kissed by another man or two—kissed soundly and thoroughly—maybe you’d see that Francis Mostyn is not the paragon you seem to think.”
He put his hands on her upper arms, and even through his gloves he could feel the coolness of her skin.
“And who will kiss me? You?”
He heard the note of hope in her voice. There was anger as well but he’d heard the hope. She wanted him to kiss her. Well, better him than the next man she encountered, who might be a rake or worse. He would give her what she seemed to want so desperately, and then she would see that there was a world of men beyond Francis Mostyn.
Ewan Mostyn is a hero, a former soldier who fought with a daring group of thirty men who accepted extremely dangerous missions. Only twelve men of the thirty survived, and are now known as Draven’s Dozen, after their leader. Ewan is the third son of an earl, though he’s estranged from his family, due to their cruel treatment of him as a child. Ewan has a reading disorder (most probably alexia or dyslexia) and though he was quite intelligent, he was taunted as being stupid and unteachable. His cousin, Francis, was his biggest tormentor, and also replaced him in his father’s affections. Because of this treatment, Ewan chose to become a bouncer in a club which he partly owns. He has his own room away from his family, and mostly associates with his fellow soldiers. He’s content with his life, which is about to be shaken up when he accepts a job as bodyguard for the Duke of Ridlington’s daughter.
Lorraine “Lorrie” Caldwell is the duke’s young daughter, who’s had a successful season, has a very large dowry, and is determined to marry Francis Mostyn, Ewan’s horrid cousin. The duke is determined she will not marry Francis, and knowing Lorrie’s stubbornness, he hires Ewan to basically shadow her everywhere she goes to keep her away from the fortune hunter. Lorrie believes all of Francis’s lies, from how he was the one abused by Ewan as a child, and how he loves her dearly, but won’t marry without the duke’s permission. Of course, he doesn’t want to lose the fortune that is her dowry that the duke threatens to withhold if they marry.
Lorrie is now thwarted at every turn by Ewan, who stops her meeting Francis. It seems that he’s always two steps ahead of her. To me, Lorrie initially appears very immature and flighty. She’s a constant chatterbox, who boldly states that she can work as a washer woman or baker and live without money, just as long as she has her precious Francis, whom she’s never even kissed yet. And Lorrie is very anxious to kiss and to pursue physical pleasure, and Ewan is starting to look very appealing. The big, gruff bodyguard falls prey to her beauty, and gives in to the temptation of giving Lorrie her first small taste of what passion feels like.
As Ewan begins to fall for Lorrie, the pain is even worse since the object of her affection is his longtime enemy. Surprisingly, Lorrie shows fairness and maturity by asking Ewan to tell his side of the story of his childhood and the altercations with Francis. Ewan tells her a story that is sad enough to break your heart, and she does believe him, and starts to question her own feelings. As Francis realizes he is losing his heiress, he resorts to desperate measures. Will Ewan be able to save the day one more time? And can the mere third son of an earl ever win the daughter of a duke?
I love Ewan to pieces. It’s so hard to see such an honorable, strong, and heroic man have such vulnerability. The fact that it’s his own family who caused the most damage and couldn’t accept and love him that makes it even more painful. I was so happy for the strong bonds of unconditional friendship he has with his fellow soldiers. Lorrie showed a lot of growth throughout the book, and I admire how accepting she was of Ewan’s inability to read. She is determined to love and help him, and she’s not shy of telling him of her love, or expressing it. There is also a lovely secondary story of Lorrie’s father trying to win back the love of her mother, as they’ve been estranged for years, even though they live under the same roof. I would have liked to have seen Francis have to suffer more than he did, as he’s truly scum. THIRD SON’S A CHARM is a captivating read, full of heart tugging emotion, an interesting storyline, some humor, plenty of steam, and a satisfying happy ever after.
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