ebook edition published by Kelly McClymer, July 2011
The Infamous Bride
Book 4 – Once Upon a Wedding
Juliet Fenster is a notorious flirt, who enjoys the wooing that occurs during the London Season too much to give her heart, especially not to a proper stuffy American like R.J. Hopkins. R.J. is determined not to be drawn into Juliet’s scheming plans. He has no intention of becoming one of the beguiling beauty’s legion of admirers until he sees her singing under the full moon and falls under her spell. Now this Romeo and Juliet have to try not to succumb to the tragic fate of their namesakes and instead find their way to a happily ever after.
Excerpt of The Infamous Bride by Kelly McClymer
Knowing he had another hour at this tedious dance before Annabel would allow him to escape, R.J. Hopkins leaned against a convenient wall and watched the spectacle before him. The musicians played so that their music filled every nook and cranny in the room. The wine and champagne flowed freely. The ladies’ eyes shone as they whirled about the dance floor.
So much silk and satin, so many feathers. And the jewels that adorned the bared wrists and necks must have cost several small fortunes. All to show off a handful of eligible men to the girls — and their families, who wished to make a match. What a waste.
His friend Freddie Snow, alternately known as Lord Pendrake, poked an elbow in his ribs, discreetly but with force. “You’re looking at them as if they were the most dangerous of lions.”
“The young hopefuls.” Freddie laughed, his snub nose crinkling with amusement. “Why don’t you ask one of them to dance? I guarantee she will not eat you. And your stepmother will stop glaring holes in your back.”
“Considering that you yourself just willingly stepped into the maw of one of the young hopefuls, I respectfully decline to trust your judgment.” R.J. sipped at the champagne in his glass, marveling at the excellent vintage and wondering at the cost.
Freddie’s smile dimmed. “A man has to marry. And my mother has had her heart set on Elizabeth since the day the girl was born.” He stretched his lips into a grimace. “You know her mother and mine are boon companions. They are set on the match.”
“You would not have asked for her hand if you thought her wrong for you, Freddie. You are just suffering the natural jitters of a soon-to-be-caged man.” He knew his friend was ambivalent about his engagement. Privately, R.J. believed Elizabeth would make his friend a perfect wife. She seemed to know what Freddie thought before he spoke a word.
The two were well suited — if Freddie would only forget the fascinating Miss Fenster, his latest obsession. R.J. had heard all he wished to about Juliet Fenster. Beautiful. Charming. Witty. Not one whit of Freddie’s endless prattle could adequately explain his desire for the girl to R.J.
“I suppose I am — ” Freddie broke off.
R.J. felt the tension suddenly coiling in Freddie as his friend’s shoulders stiffened. R.J. looked for the source with idle curiosity. His stepmother and sister were bearing down upon them, a young woman in tow. Annabel seemed less than happy, but Susannah was glowing, obviously pleased with herself.
He groaned inwardly. No doubt Susannah had found yet another sacrificial lamb to parade in front of him. He loved his younger sister, truly he did. Though she had the same desire to run his life as her mother did, Susannah’s heart was gentle and kind. She wanted only the best for him. She had told him often enough that her one wish was to see him happy.
He wished, though, that she had not set herself out to introduce him to every unsuitable woman in London. Even at a distance he could see that the woman at Susannah’s side had none of the qualifications he was looking for. She carried her head regally, and her honey-colored hair was artfully curled with a certain flair that suggested she might be impetuous. Other men’s eyes followed her movements openly, which suggested she was a known flirt. The women watched her with envy, which suggested she was successful at capturing men’s hearts.
R.J. sighed as he smiled at his sister. In this one thing, he wished Susannah had her mother’s discretion.
“R.J., I have someone for you to meet,” she said exuberantly. He saw the disapproving glances cast her way — the English seemed to wish every young woman to act as if she had no more energy than she would need for her deathbed — and instantly forgot about his own annoyance. “Miss Juliet Fenster, may I present my brother, Mr. R.J. Hopkins. R.J., may I present Miss Juliet Fenster.” She added, “Her sister is the duchess of Kerstone.”
The infamous Miss Fenster smiled at him charmingly. No wonder Freddie was so miserable. R.J. smiled and bowed politely, suspecting that he would be expected to scribble his name on the young lady’s dance card in order to appease his sister.
Susannah confirmed this by saying sweetly, “I have told Miss Fenster how exquisite a dancer you are, R.J. You will not disappoint me, will you? She has an empty space on her dance card.”
“Not at all, Susannah.” R.J. saw, to his amusement, that Miss Fenster had not intended a dance with him. Her startled glance at Susannah was utterly guileless. Unlike the expectant glance she bestowed upon Freddie. No doubt she had been keeping a space on her full dance card just for him.
Freddie, almost visibly squirming as he spoke, said only, “Miss Fenster, I hope you are enjoying your evening.”
“Indeed I am, Lord Pendrake.” She lied quite charmingly, but the lie was evident in the way she leaned forward ever so slightly to encourage poor Pendrake to ask her to dance. “The musicians are playing well tonight, are they not?”
R.J. took pity on the cornered lord. “Indeed they are,” he said as he held out his hand to the forward Miss Fenster. “You must dance with me or my sister will be most disconsolate.”
She took his hand reluctantly, but her hesitation did not show as they walked swiftly to the dance floor and joined the dance. Indeed, the casual observer would think that she had become quite taken with the handsome Mr. Hopkins, considering how she smiled and batted her lovely lashes at him.
It would have been simple enough for him to return her flirtation as they danced, as was expected of him. She glided through the movements of the dance as if her feet did not touch the floor. Returning her charming smile was instinctive. For some reason, though, he wanted her to know that he was not fooled by her manner. “He is quite besotted by his fiancee, I assure you.”
He was surprised when she did not pretend to misunderstand him. “Lord Pendrake? Well, I would hope so.” Her smile was brittle, and he knew he had overstepped English propriety. But that was something he enjoyed in London; the one thing he enjoyed, perhaps. Americans were considered little better than barbarians and so could get away with the most outrageous pronouncements.
Still, he decided to push her a bit more. Apparently she had not been quite bored enough with Freddie to welcome his change in affections. He was curious to see how far the infamous Miss Fenster was willing to go to change Freddie’s mind.
Next time, if he had any influence upon her, she would think twice before trying to reengage the affections of a newly affianced man. “I take it you are disappointed that you are not the one he asked to be his wife.”
“Me?” She looked at him fully for the first time since Susannah had introduced them. “Certainly not.” The intensity of her gaze contained a warning. Apparently she did not enjoy being trifled with.
For some reason, the warning glance goaded him to further rudeness. “No?”
“Really, Mr. Hopkins. I should think even an American would know this topic is most inappropriate.”
R.J. had sympathy for the first time ever for what his father must have gone through when his mother had so disastrously snared his affections. Miss Juliet Fenster’s attitude dripped condescension. The sound of her words, magnified by the husky overtones of her voice, rippled through him. A beautiful sound to match her beautiful hazel eyes. Though her hair was almost gold in the light of the ballroom, her lashes were darker, framing her eyes in a most attractive way.
He blinked, reminding himself that she had gone through the whole charade of being introduced to him just to reach Pendrake. If R.J. could keep this young woman from making Freddie as miserable as R.J.’s mother had made his father…. He said, “I do apologize, Miss Fenster. I had thought you would wish me to leave you somewhere near poor Pendrake so that he would be compelled to ask you for the next dance.”
“My card is filled,” she informed him frostily, nipping the dance card at her wrist. “I could not have danced with you had not Lord Turrington been taken suddenly lame just as we were to step out onto the floor.”
“Just before you were introduced to my sister?” He let his gaze make clear that he did not believe her. He wondered if she used artifice to darken her lashes, the effect was so striking, with her otherwise pale blondness.
She frowned at him in rebuke but said only. “Exactly so.”
To his relief, the music ended, and he quickly guided her back to her sisters. The duchess had been watching them dance with such worry in her expression that he felt as if she’d shouted an accusation of kidnapping against him aloud. Apparently she knew her sister’s intentions toward Freddie. Given the duchess’s expression as he bowed, he doubted the flirt’s intentions were in the least honorable.
He supposed it was his duty as a friend to protect Freddie from the troubles a determined young woman could cause.