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  His new governess...

  Is getting under his skin!

  Infuriating, impertinent...just some of the words Colonel Hugh Glendenning could use to describe Miss Olivia Overton! She’s insisting he spend time with his orphaned wards—which has forced him to admit he’s been keeping the world at arm’s length since losing his wife and baby son. That’s not all that’s disturbing him. It’s the new temptation Olivia’s sparking in Hugh to enjoy life again—with her!

  Had he truly just pledged himself to work closely with Miss Overton? Hugh wasn’t sure how wise that might prove.

  He’d shut himself off from more than just his emotions after the deaths of his wife and son. Grieving, angry, guilty, anguished, he’d closed out every pleasure. Including the pleasure of feminine company.

  He couldn’t deny, much as he’d deliberately tried not to notice, that Miss Overton...stirred something within him that he’d repressed for a long time. Forcing himself to open up to his cousin’s children was necessary, whatever the pain. They were his wards, his legal responsibility, and duty required that he do everything possible to make life easier for them.

  Exposing himself to the allure of feminine company was not required. After the way his marriage had ended, he didn’t think he would ever risk his heart again. But presented with temptation, his body might not be so amenable to control.

  He didn’t see how he could avoid working with the governess—but he must take care to maintain his distance and remember she was an employee. A dependent female member of his household he had a duty to support and protect. And nothing more.

  Author Note

  What do you do when everything you’ve counted on having in your life is suddenly lost?

  Heroine Olivia Overton planned on spending her life forwarding the great reform legislation under consideration by Parliament. But when her trustees’ mismanagement of her inheritance leaves her virtually penniless, and unwilling to depend on a relative’s charity or accept a marriage of convenience to a man she could never love, she chooses to remain independent by becoming a governess.

  Hero Colonel Hugh Glendenning planned a life of service in India—until the tragic loss of his wife and child, followed by the death of his older brother, called him back to England to take over his family’s badly neglected estate. Guilty and grieving, he escapes the past by burying himself in his work.

  Their paths collide when Hugh’s cousin dies, leaving him guardian of two little girls—who are unexpectedly deposited on his doorstep. Their presence is an agonizing reminder of the son he lost, so he hires a governess to deal with them until he can find a suitable female family member to take over their care.

  As Olivia works with Hugh to try to do what is best for the girls, they both discover that sometimes what you need can be very different from what you expected. And that having the courage to seize second chances offers the possibility of joy more wondrous than you could have imagined. I hope you will enjoy their journey.

  JULIA JUSTISS

  The Tempting

  of the Governess

  Julia Justiss wrote her first ideas for Nancy Drew stories in her third-grade notebook and has been writing ever since. After publishing poetry in college, she turned to novels. Her Regency historicals have won or placed in contests by the Romance Writers of America, RT Book Reviews, National Readers’ Choice Awards and the Daphne du Maurier Award. She lives with her husband in Texas. For news and contests, visit juliajustiss.com.

  Books by Julia Justiss

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  The Cinderella Spinsters

  The Awakening of Miss Henley

  The Tempting of the Governess

  Sisters of Scandal

  A Most Unsuitable Match

  The Earl’s Inconvenient Wife

  Hadley’s Hellions

  Forbidden Nights with the Viscount

  Stolen Encounters with the Duchess

  Convenient Proposal to the Lady

  Secret Lessons with the Rake

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  at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  To my darlings Anna, Samantha and Bennett. You prove every day what a delight little girls can be.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Excerpt from The Brooding Earl’s Proposition by Laura Martin

  Chapter One

  ‘I am very sorry, Miss Overton, but you have no more money.’

  Numb with shock, Olivia Overton walked slowly back down the stairs from the solicitor’s office, his unexpected and horrifying news still echoing in her ears.

  Reaching the pavement, she hesitated. The prospect of returning home to Upper Brook Street brought back all the unhappy memories of two weeks earlier, when she’d come in to discover her mama expired upon the drawing-room sofa.

  Adding in the unpalatable fact that the home she’d occupied for more than twelve years now belonged to someone else and she knew she couldn’t bring herself to cross that threshold again just yet.

  She’d go visit Sara Standish and reveal her drastically changed circumstances to her best friend, the one person in London who would understand her shock, pain and distress.

  Thinking with gallows humour that she’d better enjoy the luxury of travelling by hackney before her few remaining funds ran out, she walked down the street and found a jarvey to convey her to Hanover Square.

  * * *

  A short time later, the butler escorted her to the Standish town house’s small back parlour. ‘I’ll send Miss Standish down immediately,’ he whispered, his cautious glance towards the grand front salon letting her know that Sara’s mother, who had long enjoyed being an invalid, must be reclining on her couch there, receiving friends conveying the latest ton gossip.

  A ripple of anguish went through as she realised that the next likely topic of gossip would be her.

  Have you heard? That Overton girl has lost all her money! A shame she’s so odd—and plain. No chance of her getting some gentleman to rescue her with an offer of marriage.

  She took a deep, steadying breath. Ton gossip would soon be the least of her worries. Whatever she decided to do next, she would have very little time to figure it out—before her cousin Sir Roger and the new Lady Overton arrived in London to take possession of her house.

  Too restless to take a seat, she paced back and forth in front of the mantel, halting when Sara appeared on the threshold. Taking one look at Olivia’s face, her quiet, gentle blonde friend came over and pulled her into a hug. ‘My poor dear! Have you been missing your mama badly today?’

  For a moment, Olivia clung to Sara, to the person who seemed her last safe haven in a suddenly chaotic and threatening world. ‘No more than usual,’ she said, releasing her to take a seat beside her on the sofa. ‘Isn’t it strange how you can live with a person for years, finding them an indifferent companion, sometimes even an annoyance, and yet miss them quit
e dreadfully when they are gone?’

  Sara cast a glance towards the front parlour. ‘I understand completely. And Mama isn’t even much involved in my life, having taken to her couch and delegated all responsibility for me to Aunt Patterson years ago. Whereas your mother actually dined with you and took you into society with her.’

  Olivia laughed wryly. ‘A society I never appreciated and whose rules and expectations I could not wait to escape. Ah, how I longed to leave the Marriage Mart for good, to set out upon our independent lives and finally, finally be able to pursue what we feel is important.’

  ‘Praise heaven, we won’t have to wait much longer,’ Sara said with feeling. ‘The Season is nearly over. Soon, we’ll be able to move to our house on Judd Street and begin those new, independent lives! At least, when we do, your unfortunate loss means you won’t have to suffer any further tears or lamentations from your family about having made a choice that will “doom your matrimonial prospects and see you exiled from society for ever.”

  Enthusiasm shining in her eyes, Sara continued, ‘Only imagine, no longer being dragged out on pointless afternoon calls or having to attend endlessly boring evening entertainments! We shall be able to devote all our time to supporting Ellie Lattimar’s school and working with Lady Lyndlington’s Ladies’ Committee. Think of all the letters we’ll be able to write, urging support of the reform legislation Lord Lyndlington and his party are pushing forward in Parliament! Issues so much more important than the cut of a bonnet or the style of a sleeve, the only pressing topics being discussed by the ladies at the Emersons’ ball last night. Ah, here’s our tea. Thank you, Jameson.’

  ‘Lady Patterson asked that I inform you that she will join you in a few moments,’ the butler said as he set down the tray.

  Sara nodded, then rolled her eyes at Olivia as the butler walked out of the room. ‘If you have something important to say, better tell me before Aunt Doom and Gloom arrives.’

  Olivia uttered a laugh that sounded a bit hysterical, even to her own ears. ‘I’m afraid I do. Something of rather major importance. I visited Mr Henson this morning to enquire about transferring funds for my part of the maintenance of our Judd Street house. Only to discover that... I have no money.’

  Sara angled her head, her expression puzzled. ‘You have no money? I thought that, though the trustees retained the management of them, you could draw on your funds at will, once you reached one-and-twenty. Indeed, I thought you had been doing so these last two years.’

  Olivia’s smile turned bitter. ‘So I had. Except now, it appears, the trustees have “managed” me right out of my inheritance. They invested both interest and capital in a canal project that has just gone bankrupt. All I have left in the world, apparently, is one hundred pounds in the London bank.’

  For a moment, fury consumed her that, while she, as a single female, had not been considered competent to manage her own funds, the supposedly wiser and more experienced male trustees had been free to gamble her money on a risky project.

  The solicitor might be apologetic.

  She was destitute.

  Sara’s eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock. ‘That’s...all? One hundred pounds?’

  ‘Between me and penury. And to make the situation even sweeter, Mr Henson said that Sir Roger, who now owns the Upper Brook Street house, wants to take possession—immediately.’

  ‘Oh, Olivia,’ Sara whispered, taking her hand and squeezing it. ‘I’m so sorry. What are you going to do?’

  ‘That’s what I must figure out. All I know for certain—and I am sorry, too, Sara—is that I will not be able to join you in the Judd Street venture.’

  Sara sat silently a moment, her expression growing more and more appalled as the implications of Olivia’s changed circumstances registered. ‘No, of course you can no longer contribute. But perhaps all is not lost. Perhaps I could—’

  ‘No, Sara, we discussed this. The expense of maintaining a separate establishment wouldn’t be possible without an equal contribution from both of us. And even if you could manage the finances without me, I couldn’t let you do that.’

  ‘Hmmph,’ said the stout dowager, entering the room. ‘You’d do better if you both abandoned that foolish idea and got yourself husbands, like sensible females! As for you, missy,’ she said, turning her gimlet stare upon Olivia, ‘I heard you recently turned down Lord Everston. Silly girl! Don’t you realise how rich he is?’

  ‘There should be more to life than having a rich husband whose money you can spend,’ Sara objected.

  ‘You’re going to give me some drivel about mutual respect and intellectual companionship?’ Lady Patterson said. ‘I guarantee you, a handsome income and a steady supply of fashionable gowns and bonnets is far more lasting.’

  ‘Lord Everston is pushing fifty and only wanted a wife to watch over his household and seven children,’ Olivia retorted. ‘Preferably a plain, older spinster who would be grateful enough for his proposal that she’d overlook his gambling and his mistresses.’

  ‘As long as the settlements guarantee the wife a good income, she’d probably be happy to leave intimate matters to his mistresses,’ Lady Patterson said.

  ‘That may do for some, Aunt,’ Sara said in her soft, placating voice. ‘But not for us.’

  ‘The more fool, you,’ Lady Patterson retorted.

  ‘I should probably leave you...and go do some hard thinking,’ Olivia said with a sigh.

  Sara pressed her hand again. ‘If there is anything I can do...’

  Her brows creasing, Lady Patterson looked from Sara to Olivia. ‘What is going on, if I may ask?’

  Much as Olivia hated to confess her private tragedy to anyone but Sara, Lady Patterson had been kind to her, and in truth, a much more careful chaperone than her own mother. Nor was she a tale-teller. And in any event, gossips would get hold of the news soon enough anyway. After all her efforts on Olivia’s behalf, Lady Patterson might be offended if she learned of it second-hand, rather than from Olivia herself.

  ‘To reduce it to the bare essentials, Lady Patterson, Mr Henson informed me today that I am penniless, my inheritance lost by my trustees in a risky investment. He’d known about the bankruptcy for several weeks, but wanted to give me some time to recover from the sudden loss of my mother before he told me. However, as my cousin, Sir Roger, who now owns the Upper Brook Street house, wants to move in with his new bride immediately, I must decide in short order what to do.’

  Lady Patterson stared at Olivia thoughtfully for some minutes, then nodded. ‘Then I will waste no words telling you what a tragedy that is or how sorry I am, both of which are obvious. If you want my opinion, I think you should approach Lord Everston. I’m sure he’d renew his offer. Granted, marrying him isn’t the solution you would have wished, but it will guarantee you a handsome income and a respectable position for the rest of your life. Perhaps even an enviable one, since Everston will almost certainly predecease you.’

  ‘So after avoiding a marriage of convenience these last five years, I should now marry a man I neither like nor respect, hoping he will stick his spoon in the wall soon enough that I will have time left to do what I want with my life? That’s assuming, since I no longer possess even a modest dowry to bring to the union, he would be willing to settle a “handsome sum” on me.’

  ‘Your solicitor would insist on it and Everston would agree,’ Lady Patterson replied. ‘He’s well enough off, even with all those offspring to fund and he’s Everston. Since he insists on wedding a gently born lady of good family, he doesn’t have many choices.’

  ‘That’s true,’ Sara observed. ‘Practically every female he considers worthy of bearing his name has already refused him.’

  ‘At least you’d have a home and money of your own,’ Lady Patterson argued. ‘With your inheritance gone, you’ll have to abandon that Judd Street scheme anyway. Marrying Everston is better than goi
ng begging to Sir Roger, leaving you always dependent on his charity. Or canvassing your distant relatives for a home, sinking you to that worst of lowly situations: an indigent, unmarried female, shuttled from household to household to care for sick children or querulous elders.’

  ‘Couldn’t she stay with us?’ Sara said, looking to her aunt.

  ‘Please, don’t even ask, Sara,’ Olivia said before Lady Patterson could answer, tears pricking her eyes. ‘You are a darling to want me, but...but I don’t want to become your dependent, any more than I wish to rely on Sir Roger or some other relative.’

  ‘Then it must be Lord Everston,’ Lady Patterson said. Her voice softening, she continued, ‘I understand you have your pride, dear, and I respect you for it. But you have few alternatives.’

  ‘If the choice is between tending snivelling brats or drooling centenarians,’ Olivia said, thinking rapidly, ‘I’ll take the brats. And if tending them is to be my lot, I’d rather make use of my elevated education and become a governess. Oh, I know, I’d only earn a pittance—but the money would be mine. Not available for trustees to lose or a husband to spend on his fancy women. And I wouldn’t have to become intimate with Everston to earn it.’

  ‘Please, don’t do anything hasty!’ Sara said. ‘Couldn’t you reconcile it with your conscience to stay with us, just until Emma and Lord Theo return from Italy? I’m sure, among the three of us, we could work something out. Become a governess in some out-of-the-way manor in the back of beyond and you may be lost to us for ever.’

  ‘It’s always possible I could find a position here in London.’

  ‘In London—where you would inevitably run into the friends of your employers, all of them well aware of your humiliating loss of status?’ Lady Patterson said.

  Olivia sighed. ‘Not London, then.’ Having her acquaintances looking down on her with scorn and pity would be intolerable.

  Her mind whirling, Olivia felt driven to halt the dizzying, out-of-control spin of her life by making a decision here and now.