Prelude to a Haunted Evening by Ava Stone

Author:Ava Stone [Stone, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Historical Romance, secrets, haunted house, regency romance, regency england, forbidden love, castle, unrequieted love
Goodreads: 26087736
Publisher: Smashwords Edition
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Lord Quentin Post frowned slightly at his old neighbor, standing outside the music room. It had been quite an age since he’d landed eyes on Prestwood. He’d never quite understood what his brother had seen in the man. “Braden taken to playing piano these days?”

Prestwood smiled, stepping closer to Quent. “What has it been, a million years?”

“Give or take a thousand, I suppose.” He offered his hand to his brother’s friend. “How are you, old man?”

“Wonderful, wonderful. Hoping to get Braden’s opinion on Cleasby’s stud.”

Nobody in their right mind would want Cleasby’s stud. The man didn’t know the first thing about cattle. “And what did my brother say?”

“Haven’t seen him yet. What are your thoughts on the matter?”

“Well,” Quent laughed. “I did horrible on the circuit this year, worst I’ve ever done. And I still finished heads and tails above Cleasby. I wouldn’t buy a thing the man has to sell. Not one thing.”

“Good to know.”

Why in the world was Prestwood interested in a stud anyway? He’d never showed any interest in stocking his stables. “Planning on joining the circuit?”

He shrugged slightly. “Possibly. Anything to distract from ennui, you know?”

No one stocked their stables as a distraction from ennui. A man stocked his stables because he was driven to do so. Because the thrill of the race was in his blood. Because of the speed, the dirt, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Ennui. What a ridiculous thing to say. “Yes, well, best of luck with that.” He started down the corridor.

But Prestwood fell into line beside Quent. “I understand you’re headed off to Cumberland tomorrow.”

Quent nodded, not that he was going to get into the particulars with Prestwood. “Yes, Braden’s gifted me with the place and I may take up residence there.” But at the moment, Quent could only think about finding his angel. It was almost upon them, his masquerade. It was almost time to welcome half of London into his haunted castle again and hope that one of his many guests was his angel in disguise. It was well past time that he found the girl, drew her into his arms and kissed her once more.

“You’re taking your sisters this year?”

Damn. Was Prestwood still there? “It took a solid year, but I finally convinced Braden that they should be allowed to attend. They’re looking forward to it, each of them.”

“You’re not worried about their safety?” the earl asked, sounding quite a bit like Braden, actually.

“If I was worried about their safety, I wouldn’t suggest they attend.” And really, it was none of Prestwood’s concern anyway.

Luckily, Quent’s older brother Braden chose that moment to exit his study, and he greeted Prestwood much more warmly than Quent had done. “Ah, Oliver! I was hoping that was your voice I heard.”

Quent nodded briefly to his brother and Prestwood and started for the family wing. He found all three of his sisters in a small siting room. Hope was dashing off a letter. Patience was working on her needlepoint and Grace looked to be in a temper, though if any of them were to be in a temper, it was usually Grace.

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