Year of Folly

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YEAR OF FOLLY (Scandalous Scions: Book 12.0)
Historical Romance

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The train had arrived early.  He could see the billows of steam above the station building and spotted the last third class carriage at the very end of the long platform.  The platform had been extended six years ago by one hundred feet, and already the townsfolk spoke of extending the platforms once more. A roof had been added, so the center portion of the platform was sheltered from the rain and the sun.

Morgan leapt from the carriage almost before it came to a full halt.  “I’ll be but a moment, George,” he told the driver.

“Right ye are, Mr. Davies.”

He hurried through the station building and onto the platform, weaving through disembarking passengers fussing over their trunks and luggage, or waiting patiently for a porter.  Most of them looked tired and bedraggled.  The train provided bunks for sleeping away the overnight journey, but Morgan had learned from a great many journeys to and from London that the bunks did not provide a completely comfortable night’s sleep.

Morgan looked for a girl with dark brown hair and a sulky expression, for that was all he remembered of Emma.  She was the youngest cousin in the family and Morgan could not remember the last time he had spoken to her directly.  Possibly at one of the family gathers at Innesford.  As he had not attended one of those for a number of years, it still put the date rather far in the past.

The train must have only just arrived, for it was still chuffing steam in great clouds all over the platform.  Morgan waited for the mist to dissipate, so he could scan the north end of the platform where the engine sat, the hot metal ticking.

Figures formed in the mist and grew clearer as it dispersed.  The driver stood with his cap in his grubby hands, speaking to a woman who looked as though she belonged to the grand drawing rooms of London.

She wore a gown that ladies called travelling suits. Morgan had picked up rather more about ladies’ fashions in the last few years than he ever thought he would learn, thanks to the Kirkaldy tweed mills.

Her suit was not a sensible, plain brown or black ensemble designed to hide the stains of travel.  Instead, it was a creation of deepest purple and dark green, which glowed in the early morning light.  There was barely a hint of a train and a very modest bustle, but the dark green skirt was looped and draped, and finished with a small line of purple ruffles upon the hem.  Large, deep green bows held the drapes in place on either side.

The purple jacket fitted perfectly, displaying a trim waist and slender arms.  Lace peeped at her sleeve and throat.  Emeralds glittered at her ears.  Her dark hair was looped up and curled and pinned at the back of her head. A dark green hat perched upon the top, with a purple bow hanging from the back.

One gloved hand rested upon the handle of a folded parasol—also green.  The ferrule rested upon the ground by her hem.  She smiled at the driver, who shuffled awkwardly in the presence of such a lady.   For Inverness, the woman was an exotic orchid among daisies.

She laughed, her wide mouth revealing even, white teeth.

With a jolt, Morgan realized he was looking at Emma.  It had to be her, for there was no other single woman travelers upon the platform.  Only, could it really be her?  There was nothing of the little girl he remembered.  Even her height was more than most ladies’.  Her head would be above Morgan’s shoulder, when most ladies’ heads did not reach it.

He moved toward the pair on the platform, his heart thudding in a hurried way, which bothered him.  Why would he feel embarrassed about not knowing if this creature was Emma?  It had been years…

The woman glimpsed his approach and gave one last word to the driver, who nodded, donned his cap and touched it and climbed back into the engine.

She turned to face Morgan, the parasol and her skirt twisting with the elegant movement.  “My, look at you.  You have become rather staid and sober, haven’t you, Morgan?”  Her voice was pleasantly low, with a burr in it.

“Someone must compensate for the family’s excesses,” Morgan replied.  “I understand you have contributed significantly to that side of the ledger, of late.”  He gave her a short nod of the head.  “Cousin Emma.”

“Cousin Morgan,” she intoned, then laughed.  “Oh, so polite!”

“This is not London,” he said shortly.  “People here are more conservative than you are used to.”

Her amusement faded.  “I am mortally aware of that fact,” she said, her tone just as snippy as his.  “Did I disrupt your affairs, Morgan?  I would apologize, only I had little choice in the matter, either.”

Morgan tamped down the irritation that tried to rise.  “Then we are both at sixes and sevens.  Where are your trunks?”  He looked around.  There was only one stack of trunks and bags left on the platform.  “I will have the porter take them out to the coach.  This way.”

He stood aside, and waved toward the station building.

Emma’s hand clenched over the handle of the parasol.  Then, with a lift of her chin, she swept passed him, a flutter of ribbons and lace and the soft whisper of sateen and gabardine, and beneath, silk.

Morgan breathed out his resentment and tried to make his shoulders relax.  He went to find the porter, instead.

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If you are familiar with the previous series, I am sure you fell in love with the huge family like I did.

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Tracy Cooper-Posey takes us into the staid yet surprisingly bawdy Victorian Era where appearance is everything and secrets are held inside the family.

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All Emma wants is to belong…

Emma, the youngest daughter of the great family, cannot find acceptance among the peers of society despite four Seasons of pleasing everyone.  She is banished to Inverness to avoid any scandal her anger might cause.  Even in Inverness, she is an outsider, for her cousins, including staid and boring Morgan Davies, spend all their days working and thinking, for heaven’s sake!

Having survived years of the family’s disasters, Morgan likes his quiet life and routine.  Emma’s excesses and plain speaking disrupt his days.  When Emma discovers politics and adopts as her cause women’s suffrage, the most outrageous scandal the family has yet to produce threatens to turn Morgan’s world inside out…

This book is the twelfth in the Scandalous Scions series, bringing together the members of three great families, to love and play under the gaze of the Victorian era’s moralistic, straight-laced society.

This story is part of the Scandalous Scions series:
0.5 Rose of Ebony
1.0 Soul of Sin
2.0 Valor of Love
3.0 Marriage of Lies
4.0 Mask of Nobility
5.0 Law of Attraction
6.0 Veil of Honor
7.0 Season of Denial
8.0 Rules of Engagement
9.0 Degree of Solitude
10.0 Ashes of Pride
11.0 Risk of Ruin

12.0 Year of Folly
13.0 Queen of Hearts

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