Book Two of The Burgundy Club


She is determined to find a husband ... now!

Diana Fanshawe's impeccable bloodline doesn't stop society from laughing at the antics of her eccentric family. She knows the right marriage is her one chance to make her way in the world--which is precisely why she will marry Lord Blakeney. But then she's kissed by the brilliant and unconventional Sebastian Iverley, and her well-laid plans tumble into disarray.

Sebastian wants absolutely nothing to do with love or marriage. He likes his books, his male friends in the Burgundy Club, and he avoids women. But when he arrives at his hated cousin Blakeney's house party, he's smitten by the tantalizing Diana.

Should the lady follow her heart and try to win Iverley's, though it seems hardened against her–or should she sacrifice love for respectability?




Mandeville House, Shropshire, England, July 1819

It all began with a glimpse of stocking.

Women’s stockings were not something he’d ever thought about. He didn’t know they were made of silk. Or that they could be pink.

He walked through the arch into the stable yard and saw her. Already mounted, she leaned over to adjust her stirrup, revealing the arc of a calf, the rounded angle of a knee.

His breath hitched. Instead of turning on his heels like the sensible man he was and always had been, he found himself propelled forward, captivated by the expanse of shapely leg bracketed by an ankle-high boot and a green cloth habit. A leg encased in pink silk that—although this fact was unknown to him—had been christened Maiden’s Blush by the exclusive Bond Street haberdasher who sold the stockings.

A name, as it happened, quite appropriate for Sebastian Iverley, a man whose carefully arranged existence included the avoidance of all things female.



Historical Background 

including pictures of the great houses that inspired me, and more information on the infamous weighing scale. Contains mild spoilers.