CHAPTER ONE
William, the new Earl of Melton, stood in the bright sunlight of a July morning, surveying the beautiful thoroughbred horses being paraded around the stable yard at Melton Castle.
At thirty years of age, tall, with dark brown eyes and thick, black unruly hair, it was no wonder that William was considered to be the catch of the Season for any young girl who was anxious to be married.
“I say, old chap, that one looks a bit lively!” Viscount Blackwood, a short, plump young man stood at his side, his green jacket buttoned tightly across his prominent stomach, his face red and shiny, showing the excesses of too much drink the night before.
A large black stallion was snorting and dancing at the end of a leading rein, his eyes rolling as the groom tried to calm him.
“I so agree,
