Lord Cuckoo Comes Home: By Jude Knight

Dom Finchley only came to York as a favor to his half-brother, who asked him to attend a meeting there. After a devastating break with the Finchley family followed by ten years at war, he is keen to get the favor done and then leave to build the home he’s never had. A place to call his own.

Then he meets Chloe.

Chloe Tavistock is past the age for the marriage market, and unfashionable in her shape, her opinions, and her enthusiasms. She is not going to find a husband in York, whatever her fond brother might think.

And then she meets Dom.

Two people who have never fitted in just might be a perfect fit.

And 8 other great stories.

Excerpt

“Did you always want to be a soldier?” Chloe asked.

“Yes, for as long as I can remember. Gary and I had complex battles with battalions of soldiers back in nursery days. We planned to join up together and win glory for King and country.” His wistful smile faded, and his face hardened. “After Pevenwood threw me out, I thought I was going to have to take the King’s shilling.”

Chloe gasped. “He threw you out?”

Dom’s shrug belied the hurt that lingered in his hazel eyes. “Perhaps an exaggeration. It was my eighteenth birthday. He said I could continue to live in one of his houses until I reached my majority, but I could choose one he didn’t visit. He said I was no son of his, and that he’d more than fulfilled any obligation he might have had to his wife’s brat by paying for my education until I could stand on my own two feet. I asked if I might have the money to purchase a commission, and he turned me down flat. So, I walked out.”

“The old fiend!” Chloe wished he was here. She would—she would push him in the lake, that is what she would do. “What a nasty old man! Well done you for becoming such a good person despite him!”

“I am not a saint,” Dom warned. “But I will try to be a good man for you, Chloe. I can promise, if nothing else, that I want a true marriage, where both parties are faithful. Where they respect one another, and look after one another’s interests.” The wistful smile returned. “And I would like to be an involved father.”

It sounded appealing. Chloe barely remembered her own father. Her step-father Lord Seahaven was more absent than cruel. He ignored all the females in the nursery, and it was well known that his only interest in children was in siring an heir. As for Uncle Swithin, he readily explained to anyone who would listen that a family was a yoke around the neck of a godly man, and his cross in life was to be burdened with a wife and his nephew’s children.

She returned Dom’s smile. “Did you, then? Take the King’s shilling and win a commission in the field?”

“I went to all the relatives I could think of. As a last throw of the dice, I even went to the Duke of Haverford, and was being refused an audience when the Marquis of Aldridge arrived and invited me to talk to him, instead. He purchased my commission and paid for my kit. He said it was the least he could do for a brother.”

“That was good of him. And you have stayed in touch. He is the duke, now, isn’t he? His seal was on your letter.” Aunt Swithin had often read bits from the gossip columns about the duke when he was the Marquis of Aldridge. He had married two years ago and disappointed many avid readers by becoming a devoted husband.

Whatever his past, Chloe was predisposed to like him for his kindness to Dom.

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