The Intrigue and Romance of A Marriage for the Marquess

A Marriage for the Marquess is a tale of intrigue, romance, and the complexities of human emotion. From the very first chapter, you’ll be drawn into the lives of Ewan, Marquess Glenraven, and Lady Juliet Hayward, two people whose paths are intertwined by fate and necessity.

Ewan, with his stoic temperament and sense of duty, is a character who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. His return to London is marked by a mission to uncover a web of deceit and to fulfill a personal ultimatum that could change his life forever. Juliet, on the other hand, embodies resilience and determination as she seeks to clear her brother’s name and secure her own future.

Their initial meeting is charged with tension and mutual distrust, yet beneath the surface lies an undeniable attraction. As they navigate the challenges before them, their partnership evolves into something more profound—a marriage of convenience that challenges their deepest beliefs and desires.

The beauty of this story lies not only in its compelling plot but also in the rich development of its characters. You’ll delve into the intricacies of Ewan and Juliet’s personalities, which are both relatable and endearing. The juxtaposition of their external struggles with their internal conflicts adds depth to the narrative, creating a multi-layered reading experience.

Prepare to be swept away by a tale of love, sacrifice, and the resilience of the human spirit. This Regency romance promises to captivate your heart and leave you yearning for more.

 

An excerpt from Chapter One: A Marriage for the Marquess

Book 1 of Barrington’s Brigade

How Ewan and Juliet Met

“Oh, sir, could you help us, please?” A neatly dressed man called out to him from the puppet stage.

The crowd, which he realized had gathered waiting for the puppet show, turned their attention toward him.

Glenraven scanned the area, unsure if the gentleman was calling out to him. He glanced back at the man.

“Yes, sir, you. You look like a man who would help a lady in distress.” A soft chuckle rippled through the onlookers. “It is a simple script that needs to be read.”

“Forgive me. I would gladly help a lady in distress.” Glenraven glanced at the crowd. “I see some lovely ladies.” He nodded to several ladies not too far from him. “But I do not see any ladies in distress.”

The man operating the puppet stage peeked under the curtain. “My lady. Are you in distress?” he called out.

“Yes, my lord,” came a voice from behind the curtain. As the puppet master opened the curtain, a female puppet was revealed. “I have no Punch.”

Glenraven checked his watch. It was ten minutes past one. “Ne’er let it be said that I didn’t come to a lady’s aid.”

Glenraven made his way to the stage to the crowd’s chuckling and applauding.

“Thank you, my lord. Thank you.” the puppet master whispered to him before turning to address the audience.

“Kind people. I am the puppet master, Percival Thimbleby. You’ve already met Miss Juliet Hayward, who will be our Judy. She has taken her place. This is,” the puppet master turned to Glenraven and waited. He coughed and waited a bit more. “And this is?” He raised his eyebrows at his Punch.

With a good natured smile, he slightly bowed to the audience. “Lord Glenraven at your service.”

“My lord.” The puppet master doffed his cap and bowed to him. “Ladies and Gents, we have a real hero,” he added with a playful eye roll, making everyone laugh. “Lord Glenraven will be playing our Punch. We are fortunate to have found two willing people to help us today. They do not know what has happened in the story so far. It will be very telling how they portray this scene. Be gentle with my actors, my friends. I dare say they are new to this trade. We want to encourage them. Who knows, you may witness the beginning of a most enchanting partnership.”

The puppet master turned to Glenraven. “This way, my lord. While you and your Judy say your lines, I will manage the puppets.”

He guided Glenraven to his spot, handed him his script, and then returned to address the audience.

Glenraven glanced at the paper and burst into laughter, the sound echoing for all to hear.

“Are you all right, my lord?” the puppet master called out.

“Quite. I see you are also a magician. For us mortals, the script is blank.”

The audience laughed along with him, clearly in on the jest.

“Well, my lord. I am a poor puppet master. I only had one script and, as a gallant puppet master, gave it to your Judy as I know you would want me to. After all, you are a gallant hero.”

“Yes, I am.” Glenraven chuckled. “I accept the challenge. You, my friend, may have to suffer the consequences.”

“Very well, my lord. I am certain your quick wit and heroism will come to the fore.” Again, the audience chuckled.

The puppet master turned to the audience.

“I will set the stage. Punch has brought back a treasure and must convince his Judy to let him keep it.” The puppet master paused. “Punch. You can begin whenever you are ready.”

Glenraven took a moment, cleared his throat, and began with a theatrical flair.

“Oh, Judy, my love.” Glenraven’s voice, a warm whiskey baritone, rang out. “I have fought hard and long. I’ve brought back a treasure. It must be protected at all costs.” He paused a heartbeat and continued, his voice a bit lower, “I won’t let anyone take it from us!”

“But Punch, dear, we must be careful.” His Judy’s voice was sweet and slightly breathless. “There are those who covet what we have.”

“Fear not, my sweet Judy.” Glenraven’s Punch declared with theatrical bravado. “I’ll stand against them all, even if it means facing the darkest of contenders.”

He imagined Judy gazing at Punch as she went on, her voice sweet and a touch unsteady, “Then let us be strong together, my Punch. Our love will guide us through.”

Glenraven stared at the curtain separating him from his Judy and put the papers down. He focused all his attention on his unseen partner.

“And when the storm clouds gather,” Punch continued, his tone filled with anticipation, “and the world around us seems uncertain…” A dramatic pause lingered. “We’ll find shelter in each other’s arms, and our hearts will be our fortress. But, Judy, my love,” Punch’s voice softened, “there’s one thing you must know. Our journey won’t always be easy.”

The puppet master skillfully moved Punch to Judy’s side, his puppet arm around her.

“I understand, Punch. I’m prepared to face whatever challenges lie ahead.”

“Then, my dear Judy, let us embark on this adventure together, hand in hand.” The puppet master had Punch take Judy’s hand.

“Together, we’ll find the strength to conquer all,” Judy declared.

“And as we travel through life’s mysterious twists and turns…” Punch turned his head and looked around. “We’ll uncover the secrets hidden in the shadows, and they shall not hold us back. Judy, my love,” Punch’s tone deepened with passion, “desire burns within me like an unquenchable fire.”

Judy delicately touched Punch’s face. “And what of commitment, Punch? Will your flames endure, or will they be snuffed out?”

“Fear not, dear Judy,” Even the audience could hear the smile in Punch’s voice, “for desire may kindle our passion, but it’s a commitment that fuels our eternal flame.”

“Then let our love burn brighter than the stars, Punch, for we are bound by both desire and commitment.”

This little game excited Glenraven in ways he hadn’t anticipated. The essence of sincerity he heard in ‘Judy’s’ voice warmed him. The more he spoke, the more the line between him and his Punch blurred.

Absurd. He gave himself a mental shake. This puppet performance is only a game. Judy isn’t the only one capable of playing a believable game.

“So, my love,” Punch said tenderly, “let us dance through the pages and write our own story, bound by fate and love.”

“Forever entwined, together we’ll craft our own destiny. It awaits, Punch, my dearest.” There was a pause. “Forever,” was Judy’s breathless reply.

Glenraven’s Punch took Judy in his arms, dipped her backward, and kissed her to the laughter of the crowd. The puppets then parted, each taking a bow as the curtain closed.

The puppet master stepped forward. “Oh, my dear friends, this conclusion has been special. Please, Judy and Punch, come out so we can properly thank you.”

The curtain on the left side of the puppet stage parted, and a young woman emerged as Glenraven came out through the drape on the right side.

“Miss Juliet Hayward, you were a wonderful Judy. You are welcome to join our traveling show anytime you like,” the puppet master said.

She turned to thank the puppeteer, but her gaze met Glenraven’s, causing her to pause.

“Lord Glenraven, thank you again for an interesting reading.” Glenraven nodded to the puppeteer and tipped his hat to Miss Hayward, no, Juliet. That is how he would remember her.

“Fare thee well, my dearest. Parting is such sweet sorrow.” Glenraven lifted Juliet’s hand and kissed her knuckles, mischief in his eyes.

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