When Melissa Atwell's father dies, her uncle, Lord Braddock
travels to Bamburgh along with Melissa's chaperone, Miss
Diane Stanhope in order to introduce his niece to London
society. But leaving her home will not be easy for Melissa,
who has spent her entire life cloistered behind the walls of
her country home in Northumberland. Melissa's eccentric
father was rumored to have gone mad with grief after the
death of his wife. In order to keep his daughter safe,
Melissa was kept within the walls of her home. However, the
death of Melissa's father brings Lord Braddock to Bamburgh,
who plans to find her suitable husband in London. But Lord
Braddock cannot foresee the dangers of bringing a beautiful
young woman in his home, especially when his own son, John,
has vowed to never allow himself to fall in love.
Melissa is instantly enchanted by her cousin, John
Willington. Although her cousin is the most handsome man
Melissa has ever seen, John stuns Melissa by confessing that
he does not believe love is possible between a man and
woman. John believes that romantic love is simply confused
with overwhelming lust. But when Melissa begins to come out
of her shell and is courted by one of the most eligible
bachelors in London, John feels a strange heaviness in his
heart which he can no longer deny. When John learns that
Melissa is not really his cousin, he must decide between
honoring his father's wishes or fighting for the only woman
he has ever loved.
THE MAD LORD'S DAUGHTER is a griping love story which will
make readers wish they could bring John Willington out of
the pages of the novel. Jane Goodger has written a perfect
love story with plenty of angst and suspense as the truth
about Melissa's history comes to light. Readers will also
have a lot of fun, as John struggles with his outdated
beliefs about love and his unpredictable passion for
Melissa. Goodger even creates an incredibly entertaining
love story between Lord Braddock and Melissa's chaperone,
Diane Stanhope. THE MAD LORD'S DAUGHTER is romantic,
beautiful, and the perfect read for anyone looking to lose
themselves in a flawless romantic novel.
Locked away by her reclusive and intensely protective
father, the recently deceased "Mad Lord of Northumberland,"
Melissa is beautiful and educated but painfully naÃ¯ve about
the real world--and the dark secrets of her birth. Now in
the care of her uncle, the Earl of Braddock, she must
prepare to enter London society and find a proper husband, a
task that grows complicated when she falls for the one man
she can never have. Just as a promising new life begins to
eclipse her tragic past, she'll find herself consumed by a
forbidden love that could destroy it all. . .
How could she allow a man to touch her anywhere he
wished when she'd never even held a man's hand? She pressed
her gloved hands against her cheeks, feeling the smooth
silk against her flesh. In quick, angry movements, she tore
the gloves from her hands and threw them to the floor.
John's heart nearly broke for her at that moment. He
knew she didn't want his pity, but by God, how could he not
give it, watching her fall apart in front of him.
"Sometimes I want to go home so badly I could scream,"
she said fiercely, staring at the floor, her fists clenched
against her stomach.
"Melissa, come sit by me," John said, walking over to
the settee. She looked at him uncertainly, then joined him
and sat, very much like a petulant child. John slowly took
off his gloves and placed them between them on the
settee. "Now, give me your hand."
She looked up at him, and he nearly got lost in those
magnificent eyes of hers, still shining from her brief bout
of crying. Instead of giving him her hand, she clenched her
fingers tighter in her lap and gave her gloves, still lying
on the floor, a look of longing. Taking a shuddering
breath, she said, "I wasn't allowed to take my gloves off
except to bathe and at night. And no one was ever allowed
to touch me without wearing them." She shook her head and
fresh tears fell.
He laid his hand, palm up, in the space between them.
She looked down at her hands for a long moment before
finally, and with great hesitation, laying her palm on his.
Her hand was small and cool, and he could feel slight
tremors as he closed his fingers slowly 'round hers.
John watched her face, ready to withdraw if he saw any
fear in her eyes. All he saw, though, was wonder, and
something inside him gave a sharp, almost painful tug. She
looked up at him, then back to where their hands were still
"It's so warm. And soft," she said. Then her brow
furrowed, and she lifted his hand up as if inspecting it.
With the index finger of her other hand, she trailed her
fingertip across the calluses in his palm.
"From riding," he said gruffly, agonizingly aware that
her touch was beginning to physically affect him in a way
that was completely unexpected. How could her moving her
finger across his palm be so incredibly erotic? He wanted
to jerk his hand from her grasp, but he knew if he did, he
would only frighten her more. So instead, he gritted his
teeth together and prayed his body would stop betraying
him. Unfortunately, the more he thought about how he didn't
want his body to respond, the more it did. When she moved
her thumb across his wrist, he became achingly aroused, and
he let out a strained laugh and slowly withdrew his hand
from her curious grasp. It was monstrous that he should
react to her so, that he would allow his mind to picture
her in his bed, exploring his body the way she was
exploring his hand.
Bloody, bloody hell.
"Yes?" he choked out, moving slightly away from her.
"Would you allow me to kiss you? I..." Her cheeks turned
a vivid red. "Just to see what it is like and so that I'm
not such a ninny if a man does try to kiss me. I know it's
a lot to ask, but I don't want to make a fool of myself
when the time comes. Is it very revolting?"
Dear God, why are you doing this to me? Is this a test?
Because I fear I'm going to fail it. Sorry.
"Kissing is not revolting. Not with someone you're
attracted to, at least."
"Oh. Then it shouldn't be too revolting with you. I do
John swallowed and gave her a strained smile. "No, it
shouldn't be too revolting, but I don't think...that is to
say..." She kept looking at him with wide eyes, her mouth
slightly open, her lips full and delicious and—oh,
Lord, he thought, I am doomed.