Lord Trowbridge's AngelThe very handsome and very bored Lord Trowbridge knows something is missing in his existence. When he is asked by a friend to escort the seemingly quiet Miss Sophie Edwards to her first ball, he has no idea she possesses the key that will unlock him. It is her secret weapon.
Once he sees his own inner workings, his life unfolds in a different manner. He will do anything to capture the love of his “angel.” Unfortunately, his old life and the shibboleths of the ton stand in his way. As he wades through these afflictions, Sophie is courted by another man. Who will she choose? How can he possibly show his love for her in a way as original and unique as she is? What are Sophie's feelings for him?
Excerpt:
When Frank entered the music room to see Sophie standing by the piano on top of a small dais, she looked different from the girl he knew. She had left the dinner table before the last course, she said to prepare; Frank wished he had been able to do the same. Her face had a lofty, removed look. Her head sat differently on her neck, which now seemed swan-like.
Conversation hushed as the small audience sat in the prepared chairs, facing the dais. Sophie waited a long moment, then put bow to strings, and bowed her head. As she lifted it, she drew the bow full length across the strings. A pleading note sang through the air, characterized by restraint.
As she continued playing, swaying slightly, eyes closed, Frank knew a gradual feeling of deepest humility and wonder. The music captured the love and awe of a sublime act of worship. Her bows were drawn out long and gracefully, her face incandescent. The melody went from a rich volume to whispering and back again. The piece, he realized, was really very simple; it was Sophie who gave it such dynamism.
Each note met him somewhere near his heart, murmuring a message that stretched him inside. His cynicism was being hollowed out, and the hollow was being filled with authentic feelings, some of which he had never felt before. His heart was ruling his head. It was liberating.
For once, he was fully present in his body, in the moment. Sophie was touching him everywhere, and he yearned to touch her back with the same poignancy. The intimacy he felt with the music and with Sophie enchanted him.
When she was finished, she held her violin to the side and bowed from the waist. He rose to his feet. “Brava! Bravisima!” he shouted, clapping with all his energy. The others were doing likewise.
She stood with such simplicity, a broad smile on her face, as though she had just given them a gift. Which she had. His ennui was blown away. Sophie had pierced into his depths. Depths he had ignored since feeling small moments of bright joy as a child—studying his collection of carefully chosen rocks, composing a tale of valor and adventure with himself as the hero, smelling his mother’s sweet lavender scent as she hugged him before bed. Eton had proved the end of those brilliant moments, until Sophie had excavated below his public school/London gentleman persona.
Frank knew not how to express this to her. Stepping up onto the dais, he put a hand on her waist with the lightest touch and whispered into her ear, “You are magnificent. Words cannot express how you have affected me.”
She looked up at his face, returned his grave look, and said, “I am glad the music reached you.”
“I am alive with awe,” he said.
Praise for Lord Trowbridge's Angel
"Vandagriff's recipe for spinning a delightful story with so many unexpected twists and involvements is truly masterful." ~willsand
"Ms. Vandagriff is a master of description. She understands men and women and the nuances between them." ~ L. Glenn
"Vandagriff is quickly becoming an esteemed name on the shelves of regency romance. Lord Trowbridge's Angel is sweet, humorous, and of course romantic, and you'll become an instant fan." ~Heather Moore
Author G.G. VandagriffI realize that I am one of those rare people in the world who gets to live a life full of passion, romance, suspense, angst, fulfillment, humor, and mystery. I am a writer. Every day when I sit down at my computer, I enter into a world of my own making. I am in the head of a panoply of characters ranging from a nineteen-year-old Austrian debutante (The Last Waltz) to a raging psychopath (The Arthurian Omen) and four women at once in The Only Way to Paradise. Then there are the feisty heroines of my Regency romances . . .
I am a traditionally published,award-winning, best-selling writer who has recently gone Indie. I enjoy genre-hopping, having published a genealogical mystery series, two women's fiction novels, an historical epic, two suspense novels, five Regency romances, and a couple of non-fiction offerings.
With a BA from Stanford and an MA from George Washington University in International Relations, I somehow stumbled into finance. But, once my husband was through law school, I never wanted to do anything but write and raise kids. Now the kids are gone, but (even better) there are four grandchildren who provide my rewards for finishing a manuscript.
Aside from the grandchildren, my favorite things include: Florence, Italy; snow storms; Oreos; real hot chocolate; sweaters; Sundance Resort; lilacs; and dachshunds.
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