Mistaken Identity (Regency House Party: Somerstone Book 3) by Mindy Burbidge Strunk

Mistaken Identity (Regency House Party: Somerstone Book 3) by Mindy Burbidge Strunk

Author:Mindy Burbidge Strunk [Strunk, Mindy Burbidge]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Victorian Era, 19th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Hearts Desire, Clean & Wholesome, Christian Stories, Inspirational Reads, Love Inspired, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Regency House Party; Somerstone Series, Multi-Author Collection, Beautiful & Feisty
Publisher: Mindy Burbidge Strunk
Published: 2018-09-16T04:00:00+00:00


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Conrad smiled as he strode down the hallway, his nerves tingling with excitement and joy. He had spent a perfectly delightful morning scouring maps of Europe and India with Miss Standish. Who would have thought hearing about someone else's journeys could prove so entertaining? They were so immersed in their conversation, she had completely forgotten about her breakfast until it had grown cold.

When she had finally excused herself to have tea with her mother, Conrad had wanted to tie her to a chair and lock the door, so he could spend more time with her. Thankfully, he was not prone to the outlandish. But now he was left restless, with nothing to do. Having already been on his morning ride, he roamed the halls in hopes of finding something to occupy his time until the evening’s entertainments began.

The sound of ivory hitting ivory drew his attention. Following the sounds, he found himself at the billiards room. Courtenay and Lord Felling were in the midst of a game. Conrad leaned against the door frame, watching the two play. Felling moved into position, his stick lined up with the ball when he stopped and stood.

"Kendal? What are you doing here? I had no idea you were to attend this party also."

Conrad opened his mouth, but Courtenay spoke first.

"That is not Kendal, it is his brother, Lord Ian." There was caution in his voice.

Felling walked over, eying Conrad closely. "I beg to disagree. This is Lord Kendal as sure as my father is the Duke of Somerset."

Both men now stood in front of him, scrutinizing every freckle and line. Finally, Conrad could bear it no longer. "Take a step back, the both of you."

Courtenay raised a brow. "Well?"

Sighing, Conrad nodded his head. Felling laughed, smacking him on the back, while Courtenay just stood there, shaking his head.

"Has it been you the whole time?”

Conrad shrugged.

“Why did you not tell me from the beginning, Kendal? There is much we need to discuss before the season begins."

"Do you know the scandal this will cause if it ever gets out? Both Ian and I would be severely censured. And neither of us can afford that, although for entirely different reasons. So please, continue calling me Lord Ian, as much as it makes my skin crawl."

Felling laughed loudly. "I am sorry I have missed watching this performance."

Conrad scowled. "You do not know the half of it. The cad arrived yesterday and did not even make me aware of his presence." A growl crawled from his throat. "While I was settling one of his most recent gambling debts, he was touring a nearby castle, making life unbearable for some of the more respectable guests."

Courtenay smiled. "I can guess which guest you are speaking of. Oscar mentioned something about your odd behavior on the outing. I should have put it together."

The remark earned Courtenay a glower. "And then, after I spent the evening making amends for his boorish behavior, he had the audacity to laugh and excuse me from the party entirely!" His body shook with anger at the memory of Miss Standish's cold reception.



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