Chapter 1 London, England December 1818 Telly Kay Winston looked out of her uncle Samuals coach window with livid amythest eyes wrinkling her small petit nose at the fools slipping and sliding across the frozen ground. Why couldnt uncle Samual and his evil wife Isabella come out to the country? I hate London, its to darn cold here and smells. Telly said in her smoky vocie to her mother, who was also looking out the opposite window. Telly be nice this time. Samual wrote saying that Isabella was with child and he feared that the trip to Eden Glad would be to long for her. Francis said softly looking at her drop dead gorgouse 17 year old daughter. It always amazed her every time she looked at her how much Telly looked like her love with her long thick black hair, amythest eyes, and tall slender body. How she missed her husband so much in the past five years since his death. Telly snorted then looked at her beautiful mother. Her mother still wore black for the death of her husband, but she looked beautiful in black with her flamming red hair and blue eyes. Telly knew shed probably never find that true love her parents had for each other. Isabella is a fighty airhead with no sense and uncle Samual is an old fart. Telly said with another snort. Francis tsked her daughter as the coach came to a halt in front of her brothers town house. Be nice Telly... Samual isnt old hes only thirty-four and Isabella is twenty. Its their first child and your uncle loves her rather you care for her or not. Francis tsked her daughter. The coach door was throwed open and a big smiling Samual peered in. Sister you made it. Samual pulled his big sister out and into a bear hug. Francis squealed. You big loot put me down. Francis laughed softly hugging her baby brother back. Telly laughed as she darted past her uncle and as she started up the stone steps and ran straight into a hard brick wall. Gasping she started falling backwards when the brick wall grew arms and scoped her up against a very warm tingling wall. Telly looked up in shock amythest eyes colliding with smokey grey ones. Well now it seems youve caught a big prize your grace. Samual said with a twinkle in his blue eyes. Jonas Storm Stoneridge, The Marquess of Stonehaven smiled coolly as he ran his big long fingers up her slender arms to release her. It would seem that indeed Samual. Jonas let go and stepped back. Indeed. Telly snorted at him then toss her thigh length coal black braid over her shoulder and ran up the stone steps. Jonas stopped and looked up smiling as she stormed into the town house. Not looking back Jonas started after the girl, she most defintely had his attention. Ive changed my mind Samual, your invitation for dinner is most welcomed this evening. Jonas yelled back and then went back up the stone steps. Samual smiled and winked at his sister. Samual Ray Conner what are you up too? Who was that man? And why is he changing his mind for? Francis said frowning at her brother who was beaming now as they walked up the stone steps theirselves. That my big sister is The Marquess of Stonehaven, Jonas Storm Stoneridge. He is Isabellas half brother and id hoped a perfect match for my head strong niece. Samual said lightly. Francis gaped at her brother speechless as he whisked her into the town house and Samual laughed with glee. -----to be continued----
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