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Loving Mister Lockwell (Regency Christmas Novella)
Loving Mister Lockwell (Regency Christmas Novella)
Loving Mister Lockwell (Regency Christmas Novella)
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Loving Mister Lockwell (Regency Christmas Novella)

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LOVING MR. LOCKWELL (Originally from Summons from the Duke)...

Lady Isabel Whitton has no use for people other than her twin sister -- she much prefers the company of her books. So when she discovers that all her cousins from near and far have been summoned to her home, Danby Castle, for Christmas, she isn't pleased. To make matters even worse, the deplorable Mister Lockwell has come uninvited.

Damien Lockwell, 3rd son of the Earl of Totterdown, has invited himself to Yorkshire for Christmas. Spending the holiday with the Whittons seems far preferable to watching his father drink himself into a stupor. And Lady Isabel proves to be just the kind of entertainment he was looking for -- she's smart as a whip and quite the most unique creature he's ever met -- not to mention she despises him, which is the most thrilling part of all for a man like Damien.

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Release dateNov 5, 2014
ISBN9781310878695
Loving Mister Lockwell (Regency Christmas Novella)
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Jerrica Knight-Catania

Jerrica Knight-Catania knew from an early age that she was destined for romance. She would spend hours as a young girl sitting in a chair by an open window, listening to the rain, and dreaming of the day Prince Charming would burst in and declare his undying love for her. But it wasn't until she was 28-years-old, tired of her life in the theater, that she turned her focus toward writing Regency Romance novels. All her dreaming paid off, and she now gets to relive those romantic scenes she'd dreamt up as a child as she commits them to paper. She lives in sunny Palm Beach with her real life Prince Charming, their Princess-in-training and their aristocat, Dr. Snuggle.

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    Loving Mister Lockwell (Regency Christmas Novella) - Jerrica Knight-Catania

    Loving Mr. Lockwell

    A Love for all Seasons Novella

    Originally from Summons from the Duke

    Jerrica Knight-Catania

    Smashwords Edition

    This book is a work of fiction.

    Names, characters, locations and events are either a product of the

    author’s imagination, fictitious or used fictitiously.

    Any resemblance to any event, locale or person,

    living or dead, is purely coincidental.

    Loving Mr. Lockwell

    Copyright 2012 by Jerrica Knight-Catania

    Smashwords Edition

    All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or part in any format.

    Cover design by Lily Smith

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    Dedication

    One

    Two

    Three

    Four

    Five

    Six

    Seven

    Eight

    Nine

    Ten

    Eleven

    Twelve

    Thirteen

    More from Jerrica

    About the Author

    To my husband, Eric -- Thank you for knocking me up at just the right time to have a Christmas baby! Best present ever! I love you!

    And to Ava Stone – You’re a wonderful friend, and collaborating with you has been one of the highlights of my writing career.

    ~ Jerrica

    Lady Isabel Whitton despised a house party. But she particularly despised house parties that took place in her own house. It was unfortunate she didn’t have a say in the matter, being only nineteen years of age, and seeing that she sat rather low on the proverbial totem pole at Danby Castle. She had the unfortunate luck to have the heir to the dukedom for a father, which meant her family resided at the ducal estate. With the duke.

    Oh, she loved her grandpapa, and her parents and siblings too, of course. She just wished it could always be just them. She didn’t care to see her home overrun with her multitude of cousins. They would surely try to occupy her favorite spots in the house and make it impossible for her to enjoy reading in peace and quiet.

    Blast, but she hated distractions! They were not conducive to retaining the information one read within the pages of a book, and if there was one thing Isabel valued, it was knowledge. She absolutely relished knowing things. Things that most people didn’t know. It was such a great deal of fun to see the look on her sister’s face when she said things like, "Dear, sweet Emma. That ribbon is not simply yellow, it is jonquil. A flower from the genus Narcissus, though you might know it better as a daffodil—"

    At which point her dear, sweet twin sister Emma, would usually cut her off with a grunt and a huff and say something like, "I didn’t ask for a horticulture lesson, Isabel."

    At which point Isabel would return the huff and leave the room, affronted and appalled that her sister did not share her love of knowledge. Not that Emma wasn’t smart. Quite the contrary. She always excelled in their lessons; she just didn’t care to go beyond their lessons, academically speaking. No, she believed in being well-rounded. Isabel did not, which probably explained why she failed miserably at things like the pianoforte, dancing and—God save her—needlepoint. Mama was forever chastising her for refusing to take her nose out of her books. She would tsk and shake her head. Isabel’s mother worried about her future state of matrimony based on the fact that she was completely tone deaf, lacked any sense of rhythm whatsoever, and couldn’t thread a needle properly if her life depended on it.

    Isabel hated to disappoint, but if it came down to the choice between disappointing someone else and disappointing herself, she rather thought it was better to disappoint someone else, since she would have to live with herself the rest of her life.

    Izzy, are you paying attention at all?

    Emma’s exasperated voice brought Isabel from her thoughts. Shall I tell you what you want to hear or shall I tell you the truth?

    Emma rolled her eyes. Never mind. I shouldn’t expect you to help me with matters of the heart, should I?

    Isabel reared back a bit. What is that supposed to mean?

    It means that you’re far too sensible to ever let love cloud your vision.

    That was true. Well, why should I? Love is a horrible emotion that makes people do ridiculous things. Like send fake letters to their brother’s friends.

    Just because you don’t care for the idea of love and romance doesn’t mean you have to poke fun at those who do.

    I’m not poking fun, Isabel said, tilting her chin up indignantly. I’m just being…sensible. Silence fell between them. Isabel hated silence. Besides, what you wear today is hardly a matter of the heart.

    If you’re not going to be helpful, you might as well leave. Emma’s tone held censure, and Isabel felt properly chastised by her sister.

    Fine. Isabel rose and crossed to the armoire where Emma stood staring at more than a dozen dresses and gowns. What about this one?

    Don’t be silly, I’ll freeze to death.

    Isabel gave her a wry smile. Isn’t that the point? To inspire a chivalrous act from your dear Lord Heathfield? Surely he will offer to warm you if you’re turning blue.

    Finally, a smile appeared on her sister’s lips. You are truly ridiculous sometimes, you know?

    Isabel shrugged. Yes, I know. Ridiculous, but brilliant nonetheless.

    Emma ignored her last statement and moved on. "And what will you wear today?"

    It doesn’t really matter, does it? A houseful of cousins is certainly not equivalent to the marriage mart. Her eyes scanned the multitude of fabrics hanging before her and settled on a long-sleeved cotton gown with a high waist and a high neck."

    Emma gasped. "You can’t wear that! You’ll look like a maid…or a spinster at the very least."

    Then it’s perfect! Isabel smiled wide at her

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