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    The Lesson Plan: The Highwayman's Hellion
    The Lesson Plan: The Highwayman's Hellion
    The Lesson Plan: The Highwayman's Hellion
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    The Lesson Plan: The Highwayman's Hellion

    By Jackie Barbosa

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    Wild and carefree Winifred Langston has nursed a crush on her best friend's older brother for years, but Conrad Pearce has never deigned to notice her. Little does she know that Conrad has been concealing his attraction to her beneath his stuffy, respectable exterior. But when Conrad hears of Freddie's plans for one last, wild caper before she's sent to London for her first season, he's convinced to teach her a well-deserved lesson. He intercepts her disguised as a highwayman only to find he can't resist the sensual beauty hidden beneath the maddening hellion's exterior and what began as one sort of lesson becomes quite another...

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    Tropey Goodness...

    Mutual pining. A brother’s best friend and best friend’s sister. Wild and carefree meets buttoned-up and sometimes stuffy. Barbosa packs many well-loved romance tropes into the first book in her “Lords of Lancashire” historical romance series, and it’s a delightful beginning. Barbosa’s characters are immediately recognizable, albeit in cravats and ball gowns, and the blossoming romance between these two is well-done.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBryant Street Publishing
    Release dateSep 21, 2021
    ISBN9781094428451
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    Jackie Barbosa

    I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be a writer when I grew up, but there were plenty of times when I wasn’t sure I ever would be. As it turns out, it just took me about twenty years longer to grow up than I expected! On the road to publication, I took a few detours, including a stint in academia (I hold an MA in Classics from the University of Chicago and was a recipient of a Mellon Fellowship in the Humanities) and many years as a technical writer/instructional designer for a data processing company. I still hold my day job, but my true vocation has always been writing fiction and romance in particular. To stay informed of my release schedule, you can sign up for my newsletter (which I only send out when I actually release a book) or follow me on Twitter or Facebook. As a matter of public record, I tend to be a lot more active on Twitter, but also a lot more political. I am represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency. I’m a firm believer that love is the most powerful force in the world, which that makes romance the most powerful genre in the world. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise!

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      Freddie is a hoot. All ladies who are tomboys at heart will appreciate this story.

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    The Lesson Plan - Jackie Barbosa

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    Lancashire, September 1794

    The Honorable Miss Winifred Langston had achieved, through a combination of blind luck and careful contrivance, the prodigious age of twenty-one without ever having suffered the indignity of a London Season. Her luck came in the form of a doting, distractible father who seemed not to notice that his only daughter had long since reached an age past which gallivanting about the countryside dressed as a boy could be considered an excusable, childish prank. The contrivance came in convincing her brothers that, should she have her debut, it would be their duty to chaperon her to endless Society events at which they would be every bit as much on the market as she. As every one of them still possessed a good many wild oats yet to be sown, they were more than happy to help persuade her father that Freddie’s debut could surely wait until next Season.

    And the next. And the next.

    But now, neither providence nor machination could forestall the inevitable. In a mere two weeks’ time, the Langstons would complete their prescribed year of mourning for that doting, distractible father, and the new viscount, Freddie’s brother Nash, had come to the stark realization that if he did not marry off his little sister, he would be stuck with her for the rest of his born days.

    There was nothing to be done for it, of course. Nash had always been the most imperious of her three brothers, no doubt the result of being the heir, and Freddie knew he would not yield now that his decision was made. That did not mean, however, that she had any intention of being happy about it.

    Dressed as usual in her twin brother’s outgrown breeches, shirt, and waistcoat, Freddie sat cross-legged beside the river that separated the Langston estate from the neighboring, much larger property belonging to the Earl of Ormondy, dangling her fishing line in the icy water as she bemoaned her predicament.

    "I shall have to wear gowns all the time and dance and take tea. And be ladylike." The last word came out on a groan.

    Thomas Pearce, who happened to be not only Ormondy’s spare but Freddie’s friend since both were in leading strings, sat on her left. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. If it would help, I’d marry you, Fred old girl. We could just carry on like always, then.

    Freddie’s twin and perpetual partner-in-crime, Walter, emitted a peal of laughter from her right. Are you mad, Tommy? You’re not even three-and-twenty. You can’t get married yet. Puts too much pressure on the rest of us chaps. Besides, you and Freddie as man and wife…? He shuddered indelicately. I’d rather contemplate the vicar and Miss Stanley engaging in intimacies than that.

    Thomas’s cheeks turned a hot shade of red, though whether at the thought of the elderly vicar and the stern headmistress of the girls’ school in a torrid embrace or of himself and Freddie as a married couple, she couldn’t be sure. Either one was rather alarming to contemplate.

    Well, he said staunchly, if that’s what it takes to keep your brother from forcing Freddie to marry some withered-up husk, I’m willing to make the sacrifice. Least you could do is support me.

    So, marrying her would be a sacrifice for him, would it? That was certainly flattering. Although strictly speaking, she felt much the same. If she were to imagine marrying a Pearce, it would most certainly not be Thomas.

    No, it was Conrad Pearce, seven years Thomas’s senior and heir to their father’s earldom, who moved Freddie’s otherwise romantically disinclined heart, not to mention other considerably more unmentionable parts of her anatomy. Other young ladies might have waxed eloquent upon any number of his attributes. handsomeness—exceptional; his height—prodigious; the breadth of his shoulders—impressive; or the remarkable color of his thick-lashed eyes—silver and just as opaque as the real thing. But, though Freddie appreciated these qualities as much as any other female, these attributes were not the primary source of his appeal.

    Quite simply, Conrad fascinated her by virtue of being everything she wasn’t—levelheaded, self-contained, urbane, reserved—and that air of perfect, impenetrable composure seemed both a careful façade and a deliberate challenge. Unsettle me, it dared her. Muss my never-out-of-place hair, put my impeccably knotted cravat askew, overset me with passion and recklessness. She found it impossible to believe he was as imperturbable, as detached, as he appeared. Beneath that cool, polished exterior, she believed there lurked a kindred soul, and she ached to set him free from his prison of decorous self-restraint.

    Unfortunately, despite years of trying, she had absolutely no hard evidence to support her suspicion. Conrad was about as likely to part with his good sense and marry her as he was to fly to the moon and back. He knew her far too well for that.

    In point of fact, everyone in Winmarleigh knew Winifred Langston was not marriage material, which was undoubtedly the reason Nash wanted to remove her to London. There he could foist her off upon unsuspecting gentlemen who might be kept from knowing, until too late, that the object of their affections could shoot the cherry off a cheroot at thirty paces whilst merrily puffing on one herself.

    But certainly not if Freddie could prevent it.

    She returned her attention to Thomas. That’s quite all right, she assured him, giving his arm a sympathetic pat. "No-one needs to make any sacrifices on my behalf. Nash can make me go to London, but he can’t make me marry anyone, and he certainly can’t make anyone want to marry me."

    Far from appearing relieved, however, Thomas looked even more morose. If the men in London have eyes, you’ll have suitors by the dozen. Once you go, you won’t be back. You’ll see.

    Freddie stared at him. Was he suggesting she was…pretty? Because, truly, nothing could be more ludicrous. Not that she was ugly, of course; she didn’t think that. But she was boyish, sturdy, solid. Certainly nothing so frilly or feminine as pretty.

    But now she couldn’t help seeing Thomas through slightly different eyes. Did he see something about her that she herself did not? Did he perhaps actually want to marry her? That was a considerably more unthinkable possibility than that he would consider doing so a sacrifice.

    Oh, don’t be maudlin, Walter interjected. She’ll be back come the end of the Season, right as rain, and we’ll all just pick up where we left off.

    Ah, that was more like it. Leave it to her sunny, never-malcontent brother to keep things in perspective. Of course, he would think that nothing would change, because as far

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