Lady Elizabeth's Comet
by Sheila Simonson
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title:
Lady Elizabeth's Comet
author:
Sheila Simonson
genre:
Regency Romance
isbn-
13:
978-1-60174-046-5
length:
77700 words. Approximate reading time 222 to 311 minutes.
price:
$5.99
~Why does Lady Elizabeth pursue comets across the night sky when she could be distracted by the Earl of Clanross?~
Elizabeth Conway's greatest ambition is to discover a comet. Unfortunately, she is the eldest of eight daughters of an earl, so her relative expect her to take her rightful place in Society. The heavenly bodies she views through her telescope hold far more fascination for Elizabeth than any mere male, although her perpetual beau, dashing Lord Bevis, would change that if he could.
When Tom Conroy, a distant cousin and the new Earl of Clanross, appears after a year's delay, Elizabeth offers him a cool welcome. He is a dull stick and ill-mannered to boot. Yet he is the only man who has shown respect for her astronomical work, and his concern for her younger sisters' welfare reveals a different side to him. Then his heir, Elizabeth's cousin Willoughby, appears with the obvious intent of making a match between his lovely but silly sister and Clanross--and with making as much mischief as he can. Lord Bevis presses his suit with Lady Elizabeth, until she agrees, at long last, to marry him. She resists making an announcement, though, until he tells his somewhat traditional father that he will not only be marrying an heiress but her telescope.
Elizabeth discovers a comet. Clanross proclaims his pride in her accomplishment, but Lord Bevis's reaction is far more traditional. Willoughby introduces a beautiful woman into the mix and the twins further complicate it. Distraught, confused, perhaps even heartbroken, Elizabeth faces the question of what to do with the rest of her life. And what to do about Clanross, whom she just might love.
"This is a superior Regency, with wit and characters of some substance." LJ
"Simonson has captured the elegance, the stylishness, and the unique voice that makes readers of this genre so faithful... I wish I'd written this book." Donna Meyer
How came I to feel so strongly? I had not loved Clanross when I poured laudanum down his throat. My feeling for Clanross was not an overnight flower. It had been growing for some time. When was it planted?
It happened, I reflected, after he started walking the grounds and bathing in the lake and began to feel better and look less wan and sleepless. It is a dreadful thing for a woman of intellect to admit so physical a criterion for love. I wanted to evade the fact but there it was. I was a mere animal after all, drawn by a bright eye and a healthy complexion. Alas. I knew that I had persuaded myself to love Bevis the better because he was beautiful. Clanross was not, but he was now far from being an antidote, and he had very fine eyes. And excellent shoulders and well-shaped, long-fingered hands, and a pleasant voice, too.
Of course I had liked him for a long time-since he had organised the dinner for the Chactons and put Willoughby's nose out of joint. Clanross was a generous, civilised man with a lively sense of humour and a sharp mind. I liked him enormously.
But he thinks of you as a combination of Galileo and his nanny, I told myself, suppressing a strong wish to howl, and he is consulting Aunt Whitby about suitable brides.
With a stab I recalled making up my mind to find him a wife. "Not Cecilia." Of all the wrongheaded, arrogant, blind, feebleminded nitwits. Oh, wretched, wretched woman. Complete ninnyhammer. Goat. I abused myself roundly. At least Cecilia knew her own feelings.
As I lay staring up at the blonde satin bedhangings it crossed my mind that I might as well be at the bottom of the ornamental lake at Brecon. It is a curious fact that if one weeps while lying on one's back the tears eventually trickle into one's ears.
There was no doubt that I loved Clanross. Like, love, lust--I was deep in all three with very little idea how I had come to such a predicament. I believed Clanross liked me, at least sufficiently to enjoy our exchanges and chess games. Try as I might, however, I could not push the evidence beyond that.
I was born in Montana and raised in eastern Oregon, graduated from the University of Washington, and have advanced degrees (English and history) from the UW and Portland State. I taught at Clark College in Vancouver, WA for more than thirty years before I retired to write full time. I've had nine novels published--four regencies and five mysteries--and am now collaborating with my friend, Sarah Webb, on a YA fantasy set in Ireland before the Christian era. I also continue to write mysteries and might even write another regency if the spirit moved me. I've been happily married for many years to a man who is not only terrific but a great photographer and a computer genius. I have a son whose company I enjoy and whose Rhodesian ridgeback, Mugabe, is the model for Towser in Buffalo Bill's Defunct, my current mystery. I also have a cat, Ethel White, who is less jolly, but I'm used to her. I enjoy cooking, traveling, and reading (all kinds of fiction, archaeology, and history). I've taught fiction writing, sciece fiction, and Irish history, among other things, and I miss teaching mainly for the students, who were wonderful. It may be that growing up with four brothers and a sister has had greater impact on my fiction than my other life experiences, but who knows? I enjoy their company, too.
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