The Bridal Contract (Darrington family Book 3)

The Bridal Contract

A Darrington family novel

by

Sandra Sookoo

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THE BRIDAL CONTRACT  2014 by Sandra Sookoo

Published by New Independence Books and Sandra Sookoo

ISBN-9781507056875

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Publishing History

First Digital Edition, 2014

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Blurb

When a bridal contract is struck, either parental outrage will void the arrangement or the love of a child will sweeten the deal.

Oliver Darrington—Viscount Tralsburg—wants nothing more than to hide out at the family property in Brighton until he can secure a sea-worthy ship and return to adventuring the world. However, being handed his former mistress’ child isn’t part of that plan. Neither is the sudden longing for his pretty Italian neighbor.

Eloisa Hawthorne is in dire straits. Her older brother has gambled away her sister’s hand to a horrible man. In order to save her sister’s virtue and her future, Eloisa needs a fast fortune—or someone who can immediately cover the debt. When her handsome neighbor offers a temporary engagement contract, she accepts with alacrity. Too bad she fell in love with his dark-haired offspring. How scandalous!

When the two attend his mother’s London dinner party, Oliver wishes the union wasn’t merely a lark. Eloisa fears for the adorable child’s upbringing in heathen locales, but what can she do? The contract is only for a month, and love was never an option. Something must be done to throw over convention before the moment is lost and matters of the heart are sacrificed.

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Excerpt

She sucked in a breath as his Darrington-blue eyes bore into hers. Why did they appear so intense, so insistent? “I…” What was it they were discussing? Eloisa slipped her hands behind her back to prevent the temptation of running her fingers along those whiskers at his jaw. “I would like to see this bargain sealed with a kiss.”

“A kiss?” He drew back slightly. “That’s it?”

“Well, yes.” She tilted her head and peeked into his face. “You see, it’s such a lovely gesture and I very much enjoy kissing. I haven’t had a beau in a long time, and even though I’m still in love with my dead fiancé and feel absolutely nothing for you, I think having one kiss from you would—”

“Oh, for pity’s sake,” he muttered seconds before he laid a hand to her waist and covered her lips with his.

Eloisa had the distinct impression of tumbling during the all-too-brief meeting of mouths. There wasn’t any passion behind it. She never brought her hands around from their position behind her and he didn’t press his body into hers, but the heat he imparted, the tingles that shot down her spine, the shivers of awareness that raced along her skin couldn’t be denied.

Perhaps she felt a tiny bit of
something
for him after all. That
something
grew into a worry that knotted her stomach.
I’ve failed Peter after all.

All too soon he pulled away and merely stared at her with confusion on his face. “Well, then. I suppose the contract is sealed.” His voice held a hint of breathless wonder.

“Yes, I suppose is it. Thank you for the celebration, small as it was.” She forced a swallow into her suddenly dry throat then patted her hair. It wouldn’t do to appear disheveled upon meeting the rest of her family. “I should go tell Helen and Charles the joyous news.” Without waiting for his agreement, she slipped around him and fled the parlor.

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to some of my favorite ladies on Facebook who are always there with love, support, humor and sympathy. You always keep me busy and keep me going. I love and appreciate you all so much! I’d say the wind beneath my wings, but then that would be so cliché and you know how
that’s
frowned upon in romance writing.

Mary Beth FitzHarris, Judy Furry, Fran Randazzo-Hesse, Emma Lai, Jenifer Raneri, Gail Delaney, Paula Farrell, Sue Brandes, Marie Tuhart, Angie Eads, Leah Cummins Guinn, Sonya Grady, Rebecca Poole, Bobbie Jo Baynard, Sheryl Hugill, Allie K. Adams.

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Author’s Note

You’ve heard the saying “Life is what happens when we’re making other plans.” (from John Lennon but originally attributed to Allen Saunders from a
Reader’s Digest
“Quotable Quotes” article from January 1957.)

Well, the same can be true of my Regency stories.

While this book is set in the Regency period, please note this is not your “usual” or “traditional” Regency tale like what was popular in the 1990s or early 2000s. My Regency stories have a dollop of humor, are oftentimes highly improper and are very much a showcase of how life could be when human nature and matters of the heart take over, despite the class a person belonged to or duty they felt they were bound by. When emotions are involved, rules and etiquette are thrown out and love comes flowing in. So, suspend disbelief as well as pre-conceived notions and come fall for the romance of my Regency world.

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Chapter One

Late April, 1815—Brighton, England

Oliver Darrington, formally known as Viscount Tralsburg, the courtesy title being bestowed upon him for actions of heroism and deeds done while fighting Napoleon in Spain—a title he’d vigorously attempted not to accept but ultimately his protests were ignored—paced about the confines of the front parlor. His older brother, Felix, was the new earl of Swandon now that their father had died, and Oliver was eternally grateful he was the second son. That much responsibility and expectation on a man’s shoulders was stifling. Being a viscount rankled. It was much too confining for his freedom-loving soul, and if he had his way, he wouldn’t linger upon England’s shores long enough to make much use of it. The title could languish for all he cared. It hadn’t done anything for him yet, and with his intent to return to the sea, it wouldn’t still.

“I appreciate your wish to stay on and see to my every need, but again, I must tell you that I won’t have need of your services, for I don’t plan on being in residence for longer than a few months.” As patiently as he could, Oliver explained his stance to the older couple who stood before him. Probably the same age, if not a few years older than his mother, they’d both been retained to look after the Darrington family’s Brighton property and resembled matching bookends, if human beings could be such. They took the responsibility of caring for the family and property seriously. “I’d hate to dash your hopes.” In fact, he disliked having to act the man in charge and take time out of his day for servant affairs.

“Then we’ll stay for as long as you’re here, Lord Tralsburg,” the male of the pair stated with a slight nod. A bit of scalp shone through his thinning gray hair. Caruthers had been employed when Oliver’s father had inherited the title. They’d been contemporaries of sorts, though separated by social order, and his father had wished to take care of the man and his family. Oftentimes, the Darrington siblings had played with Caruthers’ children when at the property in Kent.

“That’s just the thing, my good man,” Oliver rejoined. “I’m quite capable of looking after myself. No need to put yourselves out.” He’d been on his own for too long to have servants constantly underfoot. “I learned how to feed myself and wash my own clothes long ago.”

Caruthers’ wife, Susan, spoke for the first time since he’d joined them. “If you don’t mind, my lord, we’d enjoy serving you as much as we did your father. It’ll be our pleasure and our way of honoring his memory.” Her brown eyes shone the way they had back in his childhood when she’d slip sweets to him and his brother between meal times. “The old earl was so good to us, and there’s more to life here in Brighton than merely getting a bit of sup and clean breeches.”

When her husband chuckled and she smiled, the heat of embarrassment crept up the back of Oliver’s neck. Obviously, life was more than that. He wasn’t a callow youth. “What I meant to say,” he continued as he clasped his hands behind his back, “is that I don’t wish to make use of any servants for any reason. My time here is most limited, as I’ll return to my ship once the repairs on her are finished.” He thought wistfully of his fair schooner lying in berth in the Brighton port. Though he consciously knew it was a vessel, he fondly referred to her as a female, for she had that sort of personality, and at times, the ship and the sea played games with his affections.

“No more excuses, my lord,” Susan stated while shaking her head. Fat, gray sausage curls bounced beneath her mobcap. “The mister and I know how independent you are, but even a sea-faring viscount has needs, and you’ll be wanting a bit of conversation now and again while you’re on land. Nothing for it. You must accept the time for relaxation.”

Oliver employed precious willpower into not rolling his eyes. “Yes, and if I truly feel as if I’ll go mad without the human connection, I shall call upon one of our neighbors.” Except, he truly couldn’t recall their names or even if they were the same neighbors as they were the previous time he’d visited the Brighton town house years ago. On the off chance they hadn’t changed, what did he really have in common with them when he’d already seen so much of the world? Beyond fighting the French with Felix, and his Father’s pride, protest then ultimate resignation of having both sons fighting in Spain, he’d visited exotic ports all over the world and had immersed himself in the different cultures. Returning to England seemed so… tame comparatively.