Feature – Finding Miss McFarland by Vivienne Lorret

FINDING MISS MCFARLAND – On sale August 5, 2014

About the book

Delaney McFarland is on the hunt for a husband—preferably one who needs her embarrassingly large dowry more than a dutiful wife. After the unspeakable incident at her debut, Delaney knows marrying for love is off the table, but a marriage of convenience—one that leaves her free to live the life she chooses—is the next best thing, never mind what that arrogant, devilishly handsome Mr. Croft thinks. Delaney plans to marry for money … or not at all.

Ever since the fiery redhead burst into his life—in a most memorable way—Griffin Croft hasn’t been able to get Miss McFarland out of his mind. Now, with the maddening woman determined to hand over her fortune to a rake, Griffin knows he must step in. He must help her. He must not kiss her. But when Griffin’s noble intentions flee in a moment of unexpected passion, his true course becomes clear: tame Delaney’s wild heart and save her from a fate worse than death … a life without love.

Good and good. It should be easy to avoid Mr. Croft this week. Buckley was also exceptional for his uncanny ability to blend in with his surroundings—a talent Delaney never possessed. It made him the perfect spy. She’d been employing him to keep her abreast of all of Mr. Croft’s social activities since last Season. After the incident at her debut, she couldn’t risk being seen with that particular gentleman without dredging up the past horror. Not one candidate had been tempted enough by her dowry to overlook it. Nevertheless, she’d come up with a plan. The idea had started years ago. After constant reminders that she was little more than a living, breathing pile of money, Delaney wondered why she couldn’t use her fortune to her own advantage. More than anything, she wanted to live a life of her own choosing. Regrettably, her dowry made that impossible without a husband. Her fortune would only be released once she married. Even then, freedom was not guaranteed, unless . . . she could find a gentleman who was willing to sign a contract, discharging half the sum to her. The problem was that finding such a gentleman was not at all simple for a societal pariah. The entire matter required discretion. Therefore, in order to find herself a husband this Season, she needed to stay clear of the gossip pages. Which meant she absolutelymust avoid Mr. Croft. It was imperative, especially now that much more than her own financial freedom was at stake. Her plan had altered the moment she’d first met Buckley. Surprisingly enough, she could credit her father for that. If it hadn’t been for his tendency to lose his temper, she never would have discovered Warthall Place. After her father had scared off the last two maids—who’d both had brothers employed as young grooms, or tigers—Delaney had gone to Mrs. Hunter’s agency to look into the servant registry. As it was, Mrs. Hunter had run out of candidates for tigers. And that was when she directed Delaney to Mr. Harrison at Warthall Place. The children of Warthall Place were not born with the privileges Delaney had once taken for granted. Most were crippled and poor, abandoned by their parents and society. Mr. Harrison wanted to change their circumstances because he’d been born with a clubfoot, yet had been given the chance to prove himself. He’d spent his life in service until his benefactor died, leaving him the sole proprietor of Warthall Place. Soon after, his purpose had shifted to finding others like him and giving them a sense of purpose. In a way, he’d given Delaney a sense of purpose as well. “Watch that you don’t mistake those nines for fours,” Delaney said, pointing to the middle of the page where Buckley had done just that. He cursed under his breath but immediately started a fresh column. “Language, Mr. Simms,” she said with a tsk. Yet even as her words came out, a shudder coursed through her. Blast it all! She sounded like Miss Pursglove. Buckley’s head jerked up. He scanned the room and then looked at her. “You gave me a right proper fright. I thought ol’ Miss Gloom and Doom was here.” Delaney fought the urge to smile. “Mr. Harrison would not like to know that one of his charges forgot his manners, would he?” His shoulders slumped, the empty sleeve of his livery coat drooping. “No, miss.” She reached out and ruffled his curls, directing his attention back to the ledger. Apparently, her heart had a weakness for impertinent towheaded boys. “Since Mr. Croft will be absent from the park this morning, I’m going for a walk. Finish that column and then leave the ledger in my room before Miss Pursglove returns.”


About the author
I fell in love with fairy tales and the romance behind happily ever after at a very young age. Like a lot of you, I tweaked the fables bit by bit in my imagination until they suited me perfectly. By the time I was eleven, a teacher encouraged me to start writing.

Throughout the years that followed, my teachers remained my most fervent supporters, giving me the tools I needed to continue my journey as a writer.

My husband and I have two teenage boys, who are heroes in their own right. For now, we live in a small Midwestern town near Lake Michigan…until a time in the future when a new adventure calls us to other shores.

I am currently working on my next novel, but I always enjoy hearing from my readers. Feel free to email me at vivienne@vivlorret.net

To find the author

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5 Responses to Feature – Finding Miss McFarland by Vivienne Lorret

  1. Thank you for hosting today


  2. Thank you so much for having me here today! 🙂


  3. jdh2690 says:

    One of my favorite tropes in historical romances is the wallflower. It reminds me of one of my favorite movies of all time: My Fair Lady. Thanks for the post. jdh2690@gmail.com


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