Sexy Sophisticated Historical Romance
THE RAKE WHO LOVED CHRISTMAS
Christmas wasn’t fashionable. The languid denizens of the London beau monde cared little for the winter holiday. Oh, the tedium of having to prepare Christmas boxes for the servants and tenants. Such a bore to make merry with one’s relations. As for dragging around Yule logs and bringing in greenery, it did terrible things to the perfection of one’s garments.
This year Sir Devlyn Stratton didn’t have to worry about holly prickles snagging his coat or mud on his boots. His broad shoulders would not be put to the undignified task of hauling half a tree trunk. He was spending Christmas in London.
He dodged out of the emporium in High Holborn, keeping an eye open for anyone who might have strayed out of the more refined parts of town. At Noah’s Ark, famous as the best toy shop in London, he’d had his choice of rocking horses for his nephew, who at three was begging for a living pony, but would be satisfied, for now, with the splendid dapple gray on green rockers. He bought a set of carved wooden animals for four-year-old Maria, the cows, pigs, and horses so perfect he wanted to play with them himself. But his oldest sister and her family weren’t coming south this winter. Neither would he see seven-year-old Sally arrange the lavish doll’s house. His purchases would be packed and sent by carrier to Yorkshire by Mr. Hamley, the proprietor of the store.
Hamley's, the vast and famous toy store in London's Regent Street, was founded in 1760 by William Hamley. Originally called Noah's Ark, it was located in High Hoborn.