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To Marry a British Lord

To Marry a British Lord

Once the toast of Richmond, Virginia, Constance Lloyd left a string of misfortune behind and traveled to England to become a mere governess for an upper-class British family. Her high-spirited American ways are not always appreciated, nor is her refusal to act like an empty-headed ninny when around gentleman. But when her beauty catches the eye of none other than the Prince of Wales, Constance is suddenly a social sensation -- and finds herself proposed to by the son of the Duke of Hastings! But as she waltzes in the halls of royalty, Constance is less than madly happy -- for she is filled with doubts about her fiancé and his secrets.

Then she meets her intended's best friend, Joseph Smith, an all-too-handsome, self-made man. Now, about to embrace the priveleged life she's always desired, Constance begins to dream of forbidden and unexpected love -- with the one true prince in Britian's glittering palaces.
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  • Gallery Books | 
  • 320 pages | 
  • ISBN 9781451677652 | 
  • December 2011
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Chapter One

COWES, ISLE OF WIGHT, ENGLAND
AUGUST 1874


My goodness, Miss Lloyd! You are so very, very lucky! How I envy you! Was there ever a more fortunate girl on the face of the earth?"

Constance smiled as she held the veil over her head. "I doubt it, Melody. I doubt it very much indeed. But at the age of twenty and seven, I do believe I ceased being a girl sometime during the last decade."

"Do you know how the other girls envy you? The coming out was for us, after all. And who won the glittering prize? Who danced with the Prince of Wales himself for three waltzes in a row? Who did the son of a duke ask to... see more

About the Author

Judith O'Brien

Writing romance novels has got to be the way to make a living in the world. What other career allows you to send the kids off to school, walk the dog, and vanish into the most fascinating of historical times and places, with the most glorious of men, to escape danger and find everlasting love for the rest of the day?
Like most writers, I knew early on that I wanted to be a writer. Well, almost. Actually, writing was the third choice on my short list of career possibilities, right after Fairy Princess and Prima Ballerina. The first two didn't work out. So after college I moved to New York, where I worked for Seventeen Magazine. Not only had I never really been to New York before, but I believe I was the only editorial assistant in the magazine industry who still wore knee socks. Soon I was promoted to Editor of the "Letters to the Editor" department. Yes, there really IS an editor for the letters to the editor column. But it allowed me to write articles, answer the personal problems of teens (boys and zits were the big topics of concern), and rummage through the back files of the magazine. I found Sylvia Plath's original carbon of a short story she submitted while still in high school. There were articles on up-and-coming talents with names like Judy Holiday, Marlon Brando and Elvis. And very occasionally I was employed as a last-minute makeover subject. That was me looking miserable after getting the "Brideshead Revisited" bob.
Then I lucked into a fabulous job - as a jacket copy writer at a publishing house called Pocket Books. There I first read Jude Deveraux, Judith McNaught and Julie Garwood in manuscript form, and from those I would compose the blurbs for the book covers. It was heaven. I would read straight through my lunch hour, thus accounting for the chicken salad and iced tea on the returned manuscripts. But as much as I loved reading those marvelous stories, what I really wanted to do was to write one. Just one. Just to see what would happen.
Life interfered. I went back into magazines, this time at Self as an editor and writer. I got married, then had my son. I was still on maternity leave, writing general health articles while bouncing a newborn on my knee, that I began to dream once again of writing a romance novel. So that is exactly what I did. And I modestly claim to have written the most horrendous first three chapters of ANY book, in ANY genre, at ANY time in history. Unfortunately, still addled by the turmoil of being a new mom (hey, it's an excuse), I actually sent the wretched chapters to agents and publishers.
The rejections were polite form letters. Dozens of them. I shoved them into a bottom drawer and stuck to articles, becoming a free-lance writer and full-time mom. A few years later I gave romance writing another try. This time I sent it to only one person, Linda Marrow, with whom I had worked at Pocket Books years earlier. I certainly did not expect her to accept the manuscript. But I did hope she would let me know which editor at whatever house just might be interested in my time-travel romance.
Instead, I received a call from Linda three days later, offering me a two book contract.
Now I am a single mom. My son is twelve. I live in Brooklyn. And I'm lucky enough to write romance novels for a living. So please excuse me while I slip into something more comfortable. Such as Civil War Atlanta, or Tudor England, or Georgian Ireland, or....Did I mention how much I love this job?

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