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I met up with His Grace, the Duke of Morewether, and Lady Penelope at the fashionable wedding of their good friends and brother, Lord Dalton and Lady Olivia. I was able to convince them to dish on the newlyweds.
The Gossip Sheet: The couple is so obviously in love. How did the newlyweds meet?
His Grace: I wasn’t there, but I understand she quite literally threw herself at him.
Lady Penelope: That’s not it at all. Don’t tell salacious lies. The poor woman fainted from exhaustion on Bond Street. My brother caught her. It was really quite romantic.
HG: And then he took her right home and put her to bed. (The duke waggled his eyebrows)
LP: That’s true only in the sense that she was unconscious.
HG: Apparently the smooching didn’t happen until days later.
LP: Your Grace! I assure you and your readers that nothing untoward happened.
TGS: So when did you finally think they would end up together?
HG: Oh that’s easy. As soon as he started showing up at my house drunk and trying to fight me.
LP: From what I understand gentlemen try to fight you all the time. Are you suggesting you’re a great, all-knowing duke? That you’re the greatest matchmaker in London?
HG: No, but when one of my best friends appears and threatens to clock me, I can usually deduce a woman is at the root of the trouble.
LP: It’s more likely the result of the fact that you’re so hittable, your Grace.
HG: Oh, then perhaps you’re suggesting you’re the better matchmaker?
LP: Well, she was my friend first.
HG: (snorts) If you were such a good friend, why was Lady Olivia and her brother living on the streets of London then?
LP: (cough) I think we’re getting off track of the question. You wanted to know when I thought they were meant to be together. I’d say after their first dance. You know you’re right, your Grace. Henry did start acting like quite the ass about then.
TGS: Were there any bumps along the way before the wedding?
HG: Bumps?! Good lord, there were veritable upheavals along the way.
LP: Indeed. Between the threats on her life, and then mine – it’s a miracle, really.
HG: Remember that ridiculous debacle at the docks?
LP: Oh that part was really quite exciting, I thought.
HG: That’s because you were warm and dry, not shoved into the Thames.
LP: (shakes her head) You weren’t shoved.
HG: What do you know? You were safe on your boat.
LP: You have to admit, we ladies were awfully heroic, don’t you think?
HG: (grumbled something unintelligible)
TGS: So you both think the bride and groom are well suited for each other then?
HG: Well, since she’s not interested in me, then yes, she should end up with Dalton.
LP: Most definitely. They’re just lovely together. I couldn’t be happier for them.
TGS: What advice would you offer the couple as they start married life?
LP: (Interrupts) Don’t listen to him. I hear he can’t even keep a mistress. I’d tell my brother and dear sister-in-law to get me a niece or nephew right away.
HG: Oh for God’s sake! (wanders off)
About Miss Goldsleigh’s Secret
When Henry Cavendish, Marquess of Dalton, leapt to catch the fainting woman before she hit the cobblestone, he never thought that one chivalrous act would set his well ordered life on end. His ingrained need to protect her has every bit as much to do with her enchanting beauty as it does his desire to wipe the hunted look from her startling blue eyes. He thinks he has everything in hand, but the lady has secrets that puts everything he loves at risk.
Olivia Goldsleigh just wants to live without terror, but a gunshot in the night proves things can always get worse. The beautiful and god-like Lord Dalton swears to protect her, to make the danger go away. She wants the man, the life, the family, the bliss he promises, but her secrets are certain to destroy them all.
About Lady Belling’s Secret
Francesca Belling is torn between two worlds—her past infatuation with her brother’s best friend and her future obligations. She never intended to end up in the bed of her longtime crush, Thomas Wallingham, but that’s exactly where she finds herself.
Unfortunately, mail is slow during a war. She thought he knew everything. He had never suspected.
Thomas has always wanted to be a part of the Belling’s family but he was too foolish to grab the chance when she threw herself at him before. Instead, he ran off to war. Emboldened by his new-found appreciation for a grown-up Francesca, he finds that dream is within his reach.
If she thinks he’s running away this time, she has no idea what she’s in for.
About the Author
Amylynn read her first romance novel in 2008 after being a lifelong literary snob. By the time she was done, she was hooked. Inspired, she challenged herself to write an entire manuscript from start to finish. Lady Belling’s Secret became the first in a three series set.
She is an Arizona native and lives in the same house her husband owned before they were married. Amylynn fears she will never call another state home unless someone tells her husband there are forty-nine others to choose from. In reality, she’d settle for a walk-in closet.
Her family consists of the aforementioned husband, two beautiful children, two dogs, two cats, some fish, and a hankering for a panda. She’d like it mentioned she’s never been in prison but we’ll see how that panda thing works out.