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    Landing a Laird (Novella)
    Landing a Laird (Novella)
    Landing a Laird (Novella)
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    Landing a Laird (Novella)

    By Jane Charles

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    Heiress Lady Moira Kirkwood will do anything it takes to marry a laird to take her north - far, far away from London and her domineering mother. Unfortunately, a pair of gentlemen overhear her jest about Scotland and compromising a fellow if she has to. Before the sun has risen the next day, Moira’s name and a scandalous wager have found themselves inside the infamous betting book at White’s.

    One penniless gentleman after another begs Gideon Baxter, Viscount Ainsely, for his assistance in wooing Lady Moira. Unfortunately, Gideon would like to woo the charming lady himself. If only she cared more for him than for the location of his estate, he’d could be assured of where her true feelings lie.

    ***This novella (approximately 22,000 words) was originally published in the anthology The Betting Season, and the collection Scots, Spies and Salacious Lies. It is available now by itself for the first time.***

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJane Charles
    Release dateOct 6, 2013
    ISBN9781301464180
    Landing a Laird (Novella)
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    Jane Charles

    Jane Charles has lived in the Midwest her entire life. As a child she would more likely be found outside with a baseball than a book in her hand. In fact, Jane hated reading until she was sixteen. Out of boredom on a long road trip she borrowed her older sister’s historical romance and fell in love with reading. She long ago lost count of how many fiction novels she has read over the years and her love for them never died.  Along with romance she has a passion for history and the two soon combined when she penned her first historical romance.  What turned into a hobby became a passion, which has been fully supported by her husband, three children and three cats. JaneCharlesAuthor.com Jane can be contacted at: janecharles522@gmail.com Twitter and FB: JaneACharle  

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      Landing a Laird (Novella) - Jane Charles

      The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

      Landing a Laird

      Copyright © 2013 by Jane Charles

      Smashwords Edition

      Cover Design by Lily Smith

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any electronic or mechanical means—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without written permission.

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

      For Christy & Jay

      ~ Jane

      Note from the Author

      Landing a Laird, a novella, first appeared in anthology, The Betting Season. It later appeared in a compilation, Scots, Spies and Salacious Lies. While it is not technically a Tenacious Trents novella, one is present in this story.

      If reading the Tenacious Trent series in order, Landing a Laird, took place between Compromised for Christmas and A Misguided Lord.

      Mr. Fiske bets Lord Alston three hundred pounds that Lord Lydell will allow encourage

      be compromised by Lady Moira Kirkwood and be hauled off to Scotland

      before the end of the Season. ~ April 19, 1813

      Lady Moira Kirkwood stretched her arms above her head, opened her eyes, and immediately sat up. Goodness, what time is it?

      Beatrice, her maid, popped her head out of the dressing room. It is close to noon, Lady Moira, but I am not surprised you slept so late, last night being your first ball and all.

      If Moira hadn’t insisted Beatrice not wait up for her, the maid would have known she hadn’t been out until the wee morning hours, but that was not the case.

      In fact, she’d barely made an appearance at the Heathfields’ ball before her mother determined it was time to leave. The only friend she had seen was her dear friend, Pippa, Lady Philippa Casemore, and that was from across the vast ballroom. They’d shared a quick wave before her mother had pulled her away. Once the introductions were out of the way, Moira hoped to find Miss Patience Findley and join Pippa, who seemed to be having a grand time, but her mother insisted on leaving.

      It adds mystery, Mother had insisted.

      Mystery? This is my first ball. May I at least stay long enough for one dance?

      No, you may not.

      And that was it. An hour after they walked through the door, they were walking back out. Upon arriving home, her mother sent her to bed for a good night’s rest so that she wouldn’t develop wrinkles or bags or circles under her eyes, and to consider the gentlemen she had met that night.

      Instead of doing as she was told, which Moira rarely did, she made a list of the few eligible men that had made her acquaintance that evening. There had to be at least one Scotsman, with an estate close to Edinburgh, preferably. The Highlands would never do because they were far too remote. One must have access to a good modiste, a lending library, and a haberdashery if one was to survive so far away from friends and family.

      Moira rose from her bed, walked to her desk, and picked up the list she had penned before falling asleep. There were only five names, and none of them sounded even remotely Scottish. If her mother was going to limit her time at balls to only an hour, Moira needed a new plan.

      The light blue will look lovely on you.

      Moira glanced at the walking dress Beatrice laid out on the bed. Walking dress. She was to meet Pippa at the entrance of Hyde Park today. Moira glanced at the clock again. She still had two hours until their appointment. At least Pippa would have stayed for the entire night and probably had a wonderful time. Moira couldn’t wait to hear the stories. Oh, why couldn’t she have an old, lax guardian instead of her mother?

      A scratch at the door drew Moira’s attention. Come.

      Mary, another maid, popped her head inside the chambers. Lord and Lady Hearne to see you, Lady Moira.

      Tell them I will be right down. Why were her brother and sister-in-law here? And have tea and cakes delivered. Lots of cakes, please. Her stomach grumbled. Normally, she would have had her morning meal before now.

      Very good. Mary bobbed a quick curtsey and closed the door.

      Moira rushed through her toilette, without allowing Beatrice to do much with her hair except brush and to pin it back before rushing to meet her brother and sister-in-law. Nyle and Alvina had been at the Heathfields’. Perhaps they would have stories to tell.

      "Moira Kirkwood, ladies do not run down stairs. They do not appear below stairs without their hair being arranged and their clothing properly attired."

      She skidded to a halt, her slippers carrying her a few extra feet on the marble floor, the moment she heard her mother’s voice. Moira glanced down at her gown. It was precisely what she’d planned on wearing to meet Pippa later that day. Oh, she so hated changing clothing three, four, five times a day. It was a terrible waste of time when one could be reading, shopping or simply enjoying a glorious day.

      She turned to face the woman who was the bane of her existence. Alvina and Nyle are here. I wished to see them and they don’t care how I’m dressed.

      Her mother reached the foyer and raised an eyebrow. What of other callers? They will care.

      Moira suppressed a sigh. There are no other callers, Mother, nor do I expect there to be any.

      Of course there will be callers, her mother insisted. You made quite an impression last evening. I expect they will be arriving within the hour.

      How did one make an impression when barely a few words were spoken and her outing had only lasted all of sixty minutes in a room full of at least one hundred people? Her mother was daft.

      "Go upstairs and change into a morning gown, and have Beatrice do something

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