Chris, I would like to start out saying that I simply love your writing. I took a couple of days and went back into the archives to re-read 2 more of your stories "Love Beyond All Measure" and the sequel "Dimensions of Loving." Both are still as fresh and creative as I first remembered them.
I love your characterizations in this Regency romance.
Lucius, eighth Earl of Kentham, was exquisitely dressed, as befitted a man of fashion and wealth.
Two years ago, when he'd taken control of his inheritance, Lucius had encountered a younger and more stiff-necked Cedric who had openly challenged his new lord's every decision regarding the estate. It had taken time, but the Earl was proud of the changes he'd wrought, both in his nephew and around Kentham.
Lucius had then proceeded to make the kinds of changes he'd known would be most galling to the younger man....Rather than see the estate and its people defenceless against Lucius' thoughtless ways, Cedric had agreed to stay on as his steward.
"You're always sorry, aren't you, my dear nephew," Lucius said in a drawling, biting tone which he reserved for those moments when he was alone with Cedric.
I envision Lucius/Lucifer/Lex Luthor. Only grandson of the seventh Earl, he had been brought up on the estate after the untimely deaths of his parents had left him orphaned when he was six years old....However, Cedric had thrived in that quiet, but loving atmosphere for the old man had opened not only his home to the orphan, but also his heart.
A well-enough-looking young man, Cedric nevertheless seemed to fade into the background, especially when his magnificent uncle was around.
Clark always tried to blend in. However, Cedric had thrived in that quiet, but loving atmosphere for the old man had opened not only his home to the orphan, but also his heart.
Cedric, blending in, orphaned at a young age and raised in a loving pastoral setting. A sweet, caring, gentle man. "The pleasure is mine, monsieur. I apologise that I was unable to greet you when you arrived."
"Ah, oui. Your uncle explained ... the headache, non?"
At least Cedric's "illness" is not a lame excuse for his absence.Cedric was the only person at the table who was facing the door, and so to him was granted the privilege of witnessing Mademoiselle Lavinia's entrance... he thought her the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen... and the sight of her nearly took his breath away.
Whether seeing her enter Perry's office or a breakfast room in an English manor, it's love at first sight for our guy. Some things never change in any universe.Chris, you post, I'll read. Cheerfully.