The Archaeologist’s Daughter + Giveaway

The Archaeologist’s Daughter + Giveaway

Hello everyone! Below is chapter one of my sweet, adventure filled Regency Romance, The Archaeologist’s Daughter. This book has daring deeds, terrible villains, cute terriers and, of course, everlasting love. It’s not a Pride and Prejudice variation, but if you enjoy Renata’s and my writing, you’ll really like The Archaeologist’s Daughter, too.

As an aside, do you know there are two acceptable ways to spell Archaeologist? (The other is archeologist) As far as I was able to work out while writing this book, Archaeologist is the older word and was just barely coming into use in Regency times. The variant, without the ‘a’ is newer. However, referring to the study of ancient history itself, archaeology, was more often found spelled without the ‘a’ (archeology) in Regency time. Quite frankly, it was all a bit confusing, but I like the title so much, I picked my spellings and went with them.

Archaeologist actually wasn’t as confusing for me as whether or not to go with marquess’s or marquess’ … or marquis’ or marquis’s. The research I did showed marquess’s as the most British option but, in Regency times, they still went with the French option, marquis’. How confusing is that?

Whatever spelling choices you would have made, enjoy the first chapter of The Archaeologist’s Daughter. Giveaway details are below!

~ Summer

Chapter One

William Greydrake, future Marquess of Westlock, lounged on the leather couch in Lethbridge’s London office, watching the attorney shuffle pages. The room, furnished in dark wood, was perpetually gloomy. It suited its occupant.

“Have you any brandy?” William asked. “If I must endure your paper pushing, I should like a drink.”

Lethbridge darted a look at the clock on his mantel. “It’s eleven in the morning.”

“You’re the one who cried urgency. It’s inhumane to drag a man from his bed at this hour, and more so not to compensate for it with a snifter.”

“I haven’t any brandy.” Lethbridge’s words were clipped. He pulled free a page.

“You ought to. The old man pays you enough.”

William could read the frown pinching the attorney’s already narrow features. He’d seen the look often enough, on so many faces, to know what Lethbridge saw. A tailcoat creased from being worn all night. An untied cravat. William’s disheveled brown hair. His still shiny boots, propped on the furniture.

He was the image of an indolent nobleman’s son. Owner of the world. Careless and carefree. It was obvious to anyone who saw William that he’d been out all night, likely gambling, drinking, and enjoying lightskirts. He wore his depravity proudly before the world.

That was how he arranged to appear. His reputation could even explain the occasional black eye. With the marquess’s men watching him, he must jealously guard his true nature, his actual dealings. The old bastard had well-ingrained the price of not conforming to his ideas of what a peer should be.

William leaned his head back on the couch. He studied the ceiling until he properly blotted out the repercussions of falling short of the marquess’s expectations. He dropped his gaze and traced the dark wood paneling with his eyes, skimming over the small door that closed off Lethbridge’s record room.

He adopted an indolent smile and focused on the attorney. “Exactly why am I here?”

“Your father asked me to draw up a list of acceptable brides for you.” Lethbridge proffered a page.

“Brides?” Maybe he really did need that drink. “I have four more years of freedom. The marquess is of the opinion no worthy gentleman weds before thirty.”

“He has changed his mind.” Lethbridge set the page down on the edge of his desk. “He wishes to ensure you marry correctly.”

William drummed his fingers. “Why now?”

Lethbridge drew in a breath, his expression more serious than usual, no mean feat. “Lord Westlock is dying.”

Feet slamming to the floor, William came upright on the couch. “Don’t toy with me, Lethbridge.”

“I assure you, I do not.”

Giddiness swept through him. “Are you certain? He’s sought a doctor’s opinion? A priest’s? We wouldn’t want to be wrong about this.” Could the joyous day finally be at hand? William grinned. A world without the marquess was wonderful to contemplate.

“He is certain, as is his physician.” Lethbridge’s face remained bland, but his eyes went dark with disgust.

“Don’t look at me like that, Lethbridge.” William stood, restive. “The old man is a bastard and a half and you know it. He all but killed my mother.”

Lethbridge dropped his gaze. “Your mother killed his heir, your older brother. She was ill, mentally unfit. The marquess could have seen her hang, but instead he installed her in a facility where she could get the care she needed. I’m sure they did all they could to help her.”

“My mother was not a murderer, or mad.” William’s voice was low as he struggled for an even tone.

“I’m sure you have fond memories of her. You were what, four when she was removed? But I assure you, I’ve seen the papers. A competent doctor declared her unfit.”

“Yes, I know.” A doctor the marquess paid off. “She was violent and unfit. The old man was wracked with grief. Too overcome to set eyes on me, he shipped me, a child of four, off to Mr. Darington in Egypt. Common knowledge.” And all a lie.

“Exactly. It therefore behooves you not to delight in your father’s decline.”

“Tell me this, why was I such a terrible reminder? The world knows I am the image of the marquess. Nothing about me speaks of my mother.” Every mirror a reminder. “While you’re prevaricating, explain as well how the man can have the devil’s own luck with wives. One a mad murderess, one fallen to her death, and a third too ill to remain in England?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re insinuating. The marquess is a great man and worthy of your respect.”

William ran a hand across his hazel eyes, in an effort at calm. Lethbridge was the marquess’s man through. There was no sense arguing with him. Besides, if the old bastard really was dying, it would soon be moot. His spirit buoyed by the prospect of the marquess’s death, William pulled his composure about him.

Eyes open, his attention caught on the page at the edge of the desk. A list of names. A few lines at the bottom. He crossed to scoop it up. “These are the women, then?”

Lethbridge nodded. “He ordered you to sign it, to agree you will marry one.”

William crossed to the fireplace. Behind the clock on the mantel hung the dreariest landscape he’d ever encountered. Beneath, the fire wasn’t lit. That would make the room too inviting. Coals glowed red in the grate, though. Perhaps when he was alone, Lethbridge permitted himself to be comfortable.

Leaning on the mantel, William studied the page. What a list. Diamonds of the first water, to be sure. Women with ice in their veins, all of them. The sort of women a man could never know happiness with, likely not even pleasure. Diamonds had sharp edges, after all.

His eyes caught on a name near the bottom of the page. Lady Lanora Hadler, the archaeologist’s daughter. “You said you drew this up?”

“Your father left it to my discretion, after setting his parameters.” Lethbridge sounded proud.

William cast a look over his shoulder, not hiding his disdain. Lethbridge smoothed back his stringy brown hair, used a kerchief to wipe the oil from his hand. Only the attorney would be proud to be asked to draw up such a list. The marquess’s toady, hopping at the chance to please.

William reread the name. The marquess would never have included Lady Lanora, only child of Robert Hadler, Duke of Solworth, a man much respected by the Royal Society for his work uncovering the secrets of Egypt. The marquess had no use for learned men, even dukes, but especially avoided Solworth. If anyone could uncover the secret of William’s past and tarnish the Greydrake name, it was the archaeologist.

Interest tugged at William. He’d long wished for words with the duke. In Egypt, Solworth worked in parallel with his fellow archaeologist, Mr. Darington. A man William had never met, despite well-circulated information to the contrary. Darington, who lied for the marquess, yet, somehow, was the only man William trusted.

Not that courting Lady Lanora would bring her father. It was common knowledge the Duke of Solworth hadn’t set foot in England in a dozen years. More than that, William had spotted Lady Lanora across many a ballroom. Though she had alluring midnight locks, sculpted features and lush curves, she inspired little desire in him. If women of her caliber had ice in their veins, Lady Lanora’s were frozen solid. It was a wonder she could move, let alone with such grace, given how rigid she was. She struck fear into the hearts of most men. Those who dared ask her to dance generally fled after one set.

William studied the coals in the grate, contemplating remembered glimpses of the black-haired beauty. His gaze caught on a scrap of paper in the ash, and he suppressed a start of surprise. The handwriting, so familiar, couldn’t be mistaken. Darington’s. William knew Darington was a client, referred by the marquess. What could warrant burning?

Surely not the list. Darington wouldn’t have anything to do with such high-handedness. Besides, the man wrote so often of his daughter, William had long since realized Darington hoped for the connection. Reading of her kind heart and generous nature, William often did as well, but Darington’s daughter wasn’t the sort of woman who would make Lethbridge’s list. Too low, and far too kind.

William took the page back to the desk and dropped it onto the dark wood. “None of these women will have me.”

“Perhaps if you mend your behavior.” Lethbridge’s tone was tentative.

William snorted. “The marquess requested a life bereft of sentiment or compassion, lived only for pleasure. Now, he wishes me to appeal to these?” He tapped the page.

“Some would agree for your wealth. Some for your title.”

“What if I refuse?” William sat on the edge of Lethbridge’s desk, carefree demeanor employed with practiced ease. “The old bastard asks much, after all. This isn’t like demanding I flaunt my circumstance among the ton. This is marriage. Misery for all my days.” At least, it would be with any of the women listed. His eyes drifted to the fireplace and the words among the ashes.

Lethbridge frowned, craning his head at an uncomfortable angle to look up at him. “Then the marquess requested I inform you he had me draw up a second will. He hasn’t signed it, but he shall, if you do not concede to his demand.”

“Oh?” William drawled. “And what does this dreadful second will do that the first did not?”

“Leaves your half-sister everything but the entailed ancestral lands, which will be bankrupted without the rest.”

“Madelina? She’s sixteen. Who would run the estate?”

“I would.”

Did William imagine the avaricious glint in Lethbridge’s mud-colored gaze? “You,” he repeated, tone flat.

“I will be her guardian until she’s of age, or until I give her permission to wed.” Lethbridge squared his thin shoulders, snapped the stack of papers nearest him straight and set them back in place.

“So, my choices are to thaw the heart of one of these diamonds, or end up a pauper on a bankrupt estate?” William had plans for the marquess’s money. It didn’t surprise him the old man had conjured up a final hurtle.

“That is one way to see it, yes.”

“It is the only way to see it.” William pushed a hand through his hair. “Fine, I’ll marry a debutant off your list. How difficult can it be to find one willing to become a marchioness?”

“Excellent.” Lethbridge opened a drawer and pulled out a neatly trimmed pen. “You made the right choice.” He reached for the inkwell and slid it across the desk to a spot on William’s left. He set the pen beside it.

William wondered if Lethbridge was being thorough or intended to needle him by remembering he was left handed. The marquess considered it a defect in character. He’d paid many tutors to break the habit. Only, William’s writing instructors had failed. In all other matters, William could appear, as the marquess put it, respectable.

His eyes sought the mantel clock. He wasn’t actually one for drinking early, but it was drifting toward midday. Somewhere, outside of Lethbridge’s gloom-filled office, there was daylight to walk through, his club, and a bottle waiting. William felt a greater than usual need for a drink.

His gaze drifted to the grate. He tried not to feel the loss of Darington’s daughter. She was a dream. He’d never met the girl. Besides, he could always hope the marquess died before he managed to win one of the diamonds. William took up the pen, and signed.

“The marquess has given you a score of days. After that, he will sign the new will.” Lethbridge had read William’s mind.

William tossed the pen on the desk. He took delight in the ink blot, and how Lethbridge scrambled for his kerchief to wipe it up. “I surely hope that’s enough business for today,” William said.

Lethbridge didn’t look up as he scrubbed at the ink. “There’s still the matter of Miss Chastity.”

William frowned, on guard. “My mistress? What of her?”

“If you’re to marry, will you be keeping her? Another payment for her townhouse is due.” Lethbridge’s eyes darted toward him, then away.

A test, William thought. The old man put the words in Lethbridge’s mouth. William contained a smile. He knew the correct answer. “Gads, man, what sort of question is that? I don’t see what marrying has to do with my mistress.”

“You don’t mean to, that is, love your wife?” Lethbridge grimaced as the words came out.

“I haven’t spent the past twelve years learning to be fashionable to ruin it all by falling in love. You can tell the marquess I said as much.” Besides which, William took his responsibilities seriously. Chastity would be maintained as she was until the marquess was cold and buried. William would not give her up. No wife would change that.


To celebrate my first solo Regency novel, I’m giving away two kindle copies of The Archaeologist’s Daughter. To be entered, just comment below 🙂 Feel free to comment on your word choices, let me know what you thought of the first chapter, or tell me who you think William will end up with; his mistress, Darington’s daughter, or the icy Lanora Hadler?

Giveaway runs from today until September 6th. Winners will be announced on either September 9th or 10th. Thank you!

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on August 7, 2017

52 Responses to The Archaeologist’s Daughter + Giveaway

  1. Wow! What a beginning. A cranky old man who is going to direct the life of his bitter son. You caught me on this one and I’m ready to start reading. I can’t wait to find out if Lanora is ice. You already said he would fall for her so I hope it’s bye bye mistress and somewhere down the road of many twists and turns, there is a delicious HEA. Jen Red

  2. What if Mr Darington’s daughter is also the Duke of Solworth’s daughter, Lady Lanora Hadler? After all, William have never met Mr Darington before as mentioned in the excerpt. In my opinion, I’m guessing he will end up with Lady Lanora and they will have a happy and loving marriage. It should be an interesting plotline which I look forward to reading.

  3. Awesome and congrats! I love the theme of archaeology and really cannot wait to read this 🙂 I think he will end up with the icy Lenora, for some reason I think he will find out some things about her that make her the way she seems. That would be my guess. Nice excerpt! Erika Messer, hopefuldelights1 (at) yahoo (dot) com

  4. Congratulations Summer, it looks like a great premise. Archeology at this time (starting with Napoleon and Champollion in Egypt) was an aristocratic hobby. Looking forward to reading this book. Thanks for the giveaway.

  5. I can’t wait to read the rest! I think he might end up with Lanora, I think once we get to know more about her she may not be so “icy” after all.

    I love the idea of them being archaeologist’s, to me that is a fascinating field and I like to see it as a part of stories, what made you use that in yours?

  6. Wow, you certainly have caught my attention. This looks fabulous. I can’t wait to see what is really going on under the radar so to speak. Thanks for the generous give-a-way. Blessings on the launch and success of this work.

  7. Loved Chapter 1! I can’t quite make William out and would like to know what he is exactly up to. I think he will end up with Lanora because it will be a true challenge for him. How does Darlington actually fit in with all of this? Thank you for the giveaway and congratulations on your success!

  8. I suspect he will definitely end up with the icy one! I also suspect there will be some thawing. Love the chapter and can’t wait to read it! Thanks for sharing

  9. Good luck with the book. I enjoyed the tidbit about the spelling. To my eye the older spelling looks right.

  10. I am quite intrigued by you delving into archaeology in that era. How interesting it will get as the story moves on and yet to see father and daughter working in the same field. Thank you for the excerpt and this will be an interesting series to follow. I look forward to it. Thank you for the chance to enter. Best wishes for a successful series!

  11. It sounds like he wouldn’t mind Darington’s daughter, even though she isn’t on the list, but it will probably be Lady Lanora if he can thaw her out.
    Congratulations on the new book! Thank you for the chance to win a copy.

  12. I appreciate that you got the inheritance laws correct in this excerpt. I have read many pieces that would have had the marquess disown his son. WRONG! There was a difference between property laws controlled by settlements, wills, etc., and peerage laws. William would always be the heir to the marquisate, but the current marquess (his father) could dispense with the unentailed land as he pleased.

    • Thank you, Regina. That was, of course, Renata’s doing. She read the first draft and has several things to say about both William’s and Lanora’s properties, potential titles, etc. 🙂 She’s very good with laws and finances. She’s also tried, many times, to explain to me how titles work … son and daughters of titled people, married to titled people, born to it, younger sons … So far, I still don’t understand, but I’m trying (and she won’t give up on me!) 🙂

  13. Summer, What fun! I am an archaeology addict and look forward to reading The Archaeologist Daughter. I have two light comedy mystery series that are archaeology themed and I do cling to the “A” in my novels. It just appeals to me for some reason. Thank you for the post and the great excerpt.

    • The ‘a’ looks good to me, and thank you for the info that you know a lot about archaeology. The next book in this series is about one of the archaeologists. I might be begging you for expert advice 🙂

  14. He must end up with Lanora, otherwise why the title? But Summer, that’s a terrific extract. I’ve been reading and writing Regencies for about 40 years and seldom does one catch my eye. Will you post more of it at some stage?

    • Wow, Vonnie! Thank you for the compliment! 🙂 Yes, but Darington is an archaeologist too, so his daughter is also an archaeologist’s daughter. However, as the next chapter is from Lanora’s point of view (chapters alternate between her and William), it’s pretty obvious who he’ll end up with, though not as simple as you might think (of course!) To be honest, I hadn’t considered additional excerpts. I’d have to ask my publisher if that’s okay 🙂

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