Nita had been the Bellefonte hostess for years taking care of everything, until Nick married. Now, Nita travels the countryside picking up the slack of the local midwife and making the resident doctor look incompetent. Both have given her a dim view of marriage.
Tremaine arrives at the Bellefonte estate planning only to purchase sheep but finding the Earl would like for Tremaine to also marry one of his siblings he’s a bit put out. Until he meets Nita.
Now, Tremaine has a new mission. Showing Nita that life isn’t all about saving the lost… she also needs to live.
Hott Review:
I absolutely loved Tremaine’s True Love!
Nita is an amazing person. She’s someone I’m absolutely going to miss and think about for years. Tremaine is a really great guy.
Though this is a historical romance, so much about Tremaine’s True Love is really women’s fiction. It’s about growth as a person and about finding yourself.
I just know I’m going to be rereading Tremaine’s True Love for years!
Tremaine’s True Love Excerpt:
Tremaine rapped on Lady Nita’s door, quietly, despite a light shining from beneath it. Somebody murmured something which he took for permission to enter.
“Mr. St. Michael?”
Tremaine stepped into her ladyship’s room, closed the door behind him and locked it, which brought the total of his impossibly forward behaviors to several thousand.
“Your ladyship expected a sister, or a maid with a pail of coal?”
“I wasn’t expecting you.” Lady Nita sat near the hearth in a blue velvet dressing gown. The wool stockings on her feet were thick enough to make a drover covetous. “Are you unwell, Mr. St. Michael?”
“You are not pleased to see me.” Did she think illness the only reason somebody would seek her out?
She set aside some pamphlet, a medical treatise, no doubt. No vapid novels for Lady Nita.
“I was not expecting you, sir.”
“You were not expecting me to discuss marriage with you earlier. I wasn’t expecting the topic to come up in a casual fashion either. May I sit?”
She waved an elegant hand at the other chair flanking the hearth. Tremaine settled in, trying to gather his thoughts while the firelight turned Lady Nita’s braid into a rope of burnished gold.
“You are pretty.” Brilliant place to start. The words had come out, heavily burred, something of an ongoing revelation.
“I am tall and blond,” she retorted, twitching the folds her of her robe. “I have the usual assortment of parts. What did you come here to discuss?”
Lady Nita was right, in a sense. Her beauty was not of the ballroom variety, but rather, an illumination of her features by characteristics unseen. She fretted over new babies, cut up potatoes like any crofter’s wife, and worried for her sisters. These attributes interested Tremaine. Her madonna-with-a-secret smile, keen intellect, and longing for laughter attracted him.
Even her medical pre-occupation, in its place, had some utility as well.
“Will you marry me, my lady?”
More brilliance. Where had his wits gone? George Haddonfield had graciously pointed out that Nita needed repose and laughter, and Tremaine was offering her the hand of the most restless and un-silly man in the realm.
The lady somehow contained her incredulity, staring at her hands. “You want to discuss marriage?”
“I believe I did just open that topic. Allow me to elaborate on my thesis: Lady Bernita Haddonfield, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I think we would suit, and I can promise you would know no want in my care.”
A proper swain would have been on his damn bended knee, the lady’s hand in his. Lady Nita would probably laugh herself to tears if Tremaine attempted that nonsense. Lady Nita picked up her pamphlet, which Tremaine could now see was written in German.
“Why, Mr. St. Michael?”
“I beg your pardon?” Tremaine was about to pitch the damned pamphlet in the fire, until he recalled that Nita Haddonfield excelled at obscuring her stronger emotions.
“Why should you marry me, Tremaine St. Michael? Why should I marry you? I’ve had other offers, you’ve made other offers. You haven’t known me long enough to form an opinion of my character beyond the superficial.”
This ability to take a situation apart, into causes, effects, symptoms, and prognosis was part of the reason she was successful as a healer. Tremaine applied the same tendencies to commercial situations, so he didn’t dismiss her questions as coyness or manipulation.
She wasn’t rejecting him either. She most assuredly was not rejecting him.
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Author: | Grace Burrowes | ||
Source: | Sourcebooks Casablanca | ||
Publisher & Date: | Sourcebooks Casablanca | ||
Genre: | Historical Romance | ||
ISBN: | 1492621021 (ISBN13: 9781492621027) | ||
Pages: | 384 | ||
Grade: | A | ||
Ages: | 18+ | ||
Steam: | Adult + | There are a few pages of descriptive imtamacies. Also, one of the minor characters is dealing with “non-traditional attractions”. | ||
Setting: | England | ||
This Counts for these Challenges: | 2015 Let Me Count The Ways Reading Challenge, 2015 Just for Fun Reading Challenge, 2015 Women Challenge, 2015 Historical Romance Reading Challenge, 2015 NetGalley Reading Challenge | ||
Series: | True Gentlemen #1 |
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I love seeing growth of characters in books, and you see it quite a bit in romance which I love.
I know! This one is terrific!