A Ring from a Marquess (The de Bryun Sisters), by Christine Merrill
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A Ring from a Marquess (The de Bryun Sisters), by Christine Merrill
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Mistress or Wife? Independent Margot de Bryun has no intention of giving a man control of her life! Although handsome rake Stephen Standish, Marquess of Fanworth, does pique her interest… Maybe a man can offer other advantages? Stephen sees Margot as perfect marriage material—talented, intelligent and alluring. But when a stolen family ruby is traced to the jewelry shop Margot owns, Stephen is infuriated and demands she become his mistress. Except Margot's not one to be easily tamed—and whether she be mistress or wife, sparks will certainly fly! "Merrill delivers another juicy, scandalous romance." —RT Book Reviews on The Fall of a Saint
A Ring from a Marquess (The de Bryun Sisters), by Christine Merrill- Amazon Sales Rank: #2107746 in Books
- Brand: Merrill, Christine
- Published on: 2015-03-17
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.61" h x .76" w x 4.21" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 288 pages
About the Author Christine Merrill wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. During a stint as a stay-at-home-mother, she decided it was time to “write that book.” She could set her own hours and would never have to wear pantyhose to work! It was a slow start but she slogged onward and seven years later, she got the thrill of seeing her first book hit the bookstores. Christine lives in Wisconsin with her family. Visit her website at: www.christine-merrill.com
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Margot de Bryun ran a professional eye over the private salon that had once been the back room of Montague and de Bryun Fine Jewellery, then paused to plump the velvet pillows on the chaise. The old shop had been a rather stuffy place. But now that she was in charge and the late and unlamented Mr Montague's name had been scrubbed from the gilt on the windows, she felt that the design was cheerfully elegant. The walls were white and the columns on either side of the door were mirrored. In the main room, the gold and gems lay on fields of white velvet and carefully ruched blue silk, in cases of the cleanest, clearest glass.Once she was sure the stock was in order, she checked each shop clerk to make sure their uniforms were spotless. The female employees wore pale-blue gowns and the gentlemen a not-too-sombre midnight blue. She inspected them each morning, to be sure that no bow was crooked, no button unpolished, and no pin in a pinafore out of line. She required nothing less than perfection.She took great care with her own appearance as well, making sure that it did not distract from the wares on display. It was vain of her to dote on it, but she shared her sister's fine looks. Until her recent marriage, Justine's beauty had brought her nothing but misery and Margot wanted no share of that. Better to dress simply than to attract the attention of alleged gentlemen who thought a slip on the shoulder would be preferable to an honest living in trade.But neither did she want to appear dowdy. She avoided bright gowns and excessive jewellery in favour of the same simplicity that decorated the shop. Today's gown was a muslin as white as the walls with a gold ribbon at the waist to match the amber cross worn on a thin gold chain around her neck.Such aloof elegance inspired awe from the customers and not the discomfort gentlemen sometimes felt in surroundings they deemed overly feminine. They left de Bryun's Fine Jewellery convinced that they had gone no further than the anteroom of the female realm to seek advice on those strange creatures from an oracle. They trusted that the luminous Miss de Bryun would know better than any other jeweller in Bath what their wives, daughters, and even their ladybirds might want in way of a gift. And it amused Margot to be treated as a high priestess of human ornament.It was good for business as well. When she had taken over the shop she had not been able to make head or tail of the books that Mr Montague had kept. She suspected that the profits had been meagre. The majority of them must have gone into his own pockets, for she and Justine had gained little more than modest allowances when he had been in charge.But now that the business was totally in control of the de Bryun sisters, the figures in the ledger showed a careful line of sales adding to a tidy profit. Her sister, who had sworn that there were nothing but bad memories in it for her, could not help but smile at the success Margot had made of their father's business. Justine might not need the fat cheque Margot sent her each quarter, but it was concrete proof that her little sister was more than capable of handing the place on her own, Once she was sure all was in order, Margot gave a nod of approval to the head clerk, Jasper, who unlocked the door and turned the sign in the window to indicate they were open for business. Only a few minutes passed before the brass bell on the door jingled and one of her best customers crossed the threshold.And, as it always did when the Marquess of Fanworth entered her shop, Margot's breath caught in her throat. He was probably going to make another purchase for one of his many mistresses. There must be several Cyprians fawning over him. What single woman could wear as much jewellery as he seemed to buy? Since arriving in Bath, he'd visited her shop at least once a week. Sometimes, it was twice or more.When such a smart gentleman took a liking to her humble business, it brought other patrons with equally full pockets. That was the main reason she took such care to treat him well and stay in his favour. He was good for business.Or so she told herself.Who could blame her heart for fluttering, at least a little, upon his arrival? Lord Fanworth was a most handsome man. In her opinion, he was the handsomest man in Bath, perhaps in all of England. His chestnut hair gleamed in the morning sunlight, even as his broad shoulders blocked the beams that came to her from the open door.But it was so much more than his looks or his patronage that made him her favourite customer. He did not buy a bijou and hurry away. He lingered over each transaction, sipping wine and chatting with her in the private salon reserved for her most important customers.When they talked, it was as if there was no difference in their ranks. To speak with him made her feel as important as one of the great ladies who sometimes frequented the shop, dithering over the baubles in the glass cases that lined the walls of the main room. In truth, she felt even more important than that. They might speak briefly with Lord Fanworth in the crush of the pump room or the assembly rooms. But each time he visited de Bryun's she had his full attention for an hour, or sometimes more. He treated her like a friend. And she had far too few of those.Today, his emerald-green eyes lit when they fell upon her, standing behind the main counter. 'Margot,' he greeted her with a bow and a broad smile. 'You are looking lovely this morning, as always.''Thank you, Mr Standish.' That was how he had introduced himself, on the first day he had come to her. Not with a title, but with his surname, as though he was an ordinary man. Did he truly think his noble birth was so easy to disguise? Everyone in town knew of him, whispered about him and pointed behind their fans as he walked down the street.But if he wished to be anonymous, who was she to enquire his reason? Nor would she demand formality from him. Her heart beat all the harder whenever he said her Christian name. He pronounced it with the softest of Gs, ending in a sigh. It made him sound like a Frenchman. Or a lover.That thought made it difficult to look him in the eye. She dropped her gaze as she curtsied, to compose herself before returning his smile. 'What may I help you with today?''Nothing important. I have come to find a trinket.' He pinched his fingers together to indicate how insignificant it was likely to be. 'For my cousin.'In her experience, the smaller he made the purchase sound, the more money he was about to spend. 'Another cousin, Mr Standish?' she said with a sly smile. 'And I assume, as always, it is a female cousin?'He sighed theatrically. 'The b-burdens of a large family, Margot.'After one such visit, she had taken the time to check Debrett's and discovered that his family was exceptionally tiny and, other than his mother and one sister, exclusively male. 'Such a large family and so many of them undecorated females,' she said playfully. 'Do you not have a single piece of family jewellery to offer them?''Not a stone,' he said with a solemn shake of his head.She gestured towards the door that led to the salon. 'Well, we must help you with this immediately. Come. Sit. Take a glass of wine with me. We have something to suit, I am sure.' She touched the arm of the nearest shop girl and whispered the selections she wished brought from the safe and the show-cases. The work she had just finished for him must be delivered as well. She had been waiting all week to see his reaction to it.Then she held aside the gauzy white curtain that separated the private salon from the rest of the shop so that he might enter. There was already a decanter of claret waiting on a low table beside the white-velvet divan.As she passed the doorway to the workroom, she caught a glimpse of Mr Pratchet shifting nervously in his seat at the workbench. He did not like the special attention she paid to the marquess. She frowned at him. What Mr Pratchet liked or did not like was of no concern. She had hired him as a goldsmith, but he sometimes got above himself in thinking that he was a partner here and not just another of Margot's employees. To take orders from a woman, and a young woman at that, must be quite difficult for him.But he would have to learn to do so, she thought, with a grim smile to herself. If he harboured illusions that his talent with metals made him indispensable, he was quite wrong. Nor did she intend to marry him so that control of the shop might fall to him. Mr Pratchet was the third man to occupy the workbench since she had taken over the business. The last two had found themselves without a position at the first suggestion that their place at de Bryun's would be anything more than back-room craftsman.Before she could step through the curtain to follow the marquess, Pratchet came to the doorway and whispered, 'It is not wise for you to be alone with a gentleman in a private room. People will surely talk.''If they did not speak of what went on here, when Mr Montague was alive, I doubt they will have anything to say about me,' Margot said firmly. The whole town had turned a blind eye to Montague's mistreatment of Justine, ignoring the fact that she was more a prisoner than an owner of half the shop. No one had offered to help her. Nor had Montague's unsavoury behaviour halted custom. Why should her innocent interaction with a member of the nobility be a cause for talk?'Lord Fanworth is a perfect gentleman,' she added, glancing wistfully towards the salon. Almost too perfect, if she was to be honest.'He is a rake,' Mr Pratchet corrected. 'A gentleman would not lie about his identity.''Who are we to question the ways of the gentry?' she said with a smile. 'If he wishes anonymity when visiting my humble stop, then I am the last person who will deny it. Especially not while he is such an excellent customer. And since the curtain that separates us from the main room is practically transparent, I am hardly secluded with him.' She passed a hand behind the cotton to demonstrate. It had been a particularly clever addition of hers, she was sure. It gave privacy to the more important clients, while giving the less important ones a glimpse into the dealings of the ton-weary aristocrats. If they should happen to gossip that Lord Fanworth had been seen at de Bryun's today, there would be all the more customers tomorrow, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.But there would be no customers at all if her employees scolded her instead of working. 'Please tend to your job, Mr Pratchet. There is a necklace with a clasp that needs mending and I wish to see the setting for my most recent design by this afternoon at the latest. You had best hurry for you have not even carved the wax for it.'Pratchet looked as if he wished to correct her, then thought the better of it and went back to his station without another word.Only then did Margot sweep through the curtain, letting it whisper shut behind her. Before approaching the marquess, she resisted the urge to check her appearance in one of the many mirrors on the shop walls. But a single glimpse wouldn't hurt. It was only to be sure that she was showing the proper, professional smile that such a good customer deserved.And a professional relationship was all this was. Mr Pratchet was right in part. Lord Fanworth was a rake and a very handsome one. For the sake of her reputation, she'd never have dared speak to him outside of de Bryun's.But Mr Standish made her smile. And it was no polite, ladylike raise of the lips. It was far too close to a grin. When he realised that he could make her laugh, he went out of his way to do so. His visits were the highlight of her day.But it was more than that, she was sure. He acted as if it was also the best part of his day to sit in the salon with her, drinking wine and spending his money. Today, his features lit into a dazzling smile at the sight of her. Then, he leaned forward, eager for her company.Without his asking, she poured the wine into a crystal glass and offered it to him, pulling up a cushioned stool to sit beside him, as he drank. 'And what may I show you today, sir?'He gave her a low, hot look. 'There are any number of things I would like to see. But let us limit ourselves to jewellery, Margot. We are in a p-public place, after all.'She pretended to be shocked. And for a moment, he looked sincerely alarmed to have offended her. Then she laughed, for there was never any real harm in him. And it was clear by his returned smile that she knew he was not laughing at the stammer that sometimes appeared when he said certain words.They both smiled in silence for a moment, enjoying the easy camaraderie. Then she said, 'Jewellery is all you are likely to be shown. It is all you will get from me, at any rate.'That had been foolish of her. If she wanted the world to believe that these visits were innocent, she must learn not to encourage the man when he flirted. But it was too tempting not to play along with his little game.He grinned back at her. 'I must hope, when I find a wife as lovely as you, she will be more agreeable.''Oh, I seriously doubt so, Mr Standish. You seem like the sort of man who will be back in my showroom the day after the wedding, buying gifts for your many cousins. I would advise any wife of yours to bar the door against you, until you promise some modicum of fidelity.''If you were my wife, I would bar the door myself, with us both inside.' She was sure that he meant it in jest. The idea of him taking her as his wife was quite ridiculous. It was only her overwrought imagination that made the words sound like a sincere offer.But that did not keep her from dwelling on the scene. The thought of the two of them, locked together in a secluded room gave her a strange, nervous feeling, somewhere between anticipation and fear. She ignored it and gave him a wide-eyed innocent look, as though she could not possibly understand what he meant by such a suggestion. 'But if you locked me up, how would I get to the shop?''You would not need to be in this showroom, to show me all the treasure I wished to see,' he pointed out, quite reasonably.'All the more reason not to marry you then,' she said triumphantly. 'The shop belonged to my father and now it belongs to me. It would be like denying my first love for another, were I to marry you.'
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0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. great sweet romance By Debbie Lou Margot de Bryun knew him as Mr. Standish, the ton knew him as the handsome rake Stephen Standish, Marquess of Fanworth. He came to her every day, fulfilling her desire to spend time with him…..even if it was only to buy the jewelry for his “cousins”. Mistress most likely, he didn’t have that large of a family. He was a duke to be, she was a jewelry store owner.She could never be his wife, but would she be his mistress if he ask? While their friendship grew closer, the interruption of stolen gem stones and misunderstanding come between them. But he is determined to have her for his wife, even if his father would hate it. Will they ever have a HEA together, or will their different of standing in society tear them apart? Another great sweet romance by Christine Merill.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. She never expected to fall in love. Stephen finds Margot intriguing and a perfect candidate ... By Isha Coleman Taking pride in her independence Margot is not about to allow anyone to control her life. She never expected to fall in love. Stephen finds Margot intriguing and a perfect candidate to be the wife of Marquess. When Margot's trustworthiness is called into question will the budding romance be able to whether the storm? Or will it drift like a feather in the breeze? I receive an ARC of A Ring from a Marquess for an honest review. I am a fan of Christine Merrill. I love the Margot's strong and independent outlook on her worth and what she will or will not stand for. Stephen at times came across cold. I thought this book was a good story.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. A Nice Romance By Diane Spigonardo Blackmail and revenge can be bitterly sweet. I enjoy this Regency romance a lot. Mrs. Merrill writes strong heroines and how they weaken the hero's heart. The interaction between the heroine and the hero was well done. A strong heroine who knows what she wants and a hero who helps her to reach her goals. A nicely written romance.
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