C.H. Admirand takes readers back to the past in book one of her Regency-Era Historical Trilogy: The Three Vices: Patience. I've edited and refreshed Patience for readers and added in the previously deleted prologue, chapters, and scenes. So that Patience will appeal to a broader reading audience, I've toned down the love scenes. But the Romance is still at the heart of the story.
The trilogy overview:
Three cousins: Lady Patience Wainwright, Lady Charity Fenwick and Lady Prudence Thompson, (daughters of three sisters) each have a vice that has their respective parents despairing that they may never find suitable matches for the highly spirited and willful daughters.
Viscount Rexley family’s fortune is on the brink of bankruptcy and his father is being blackmailed. Marrying an heiress to protect their fortune and family name is the only solution, but before he can begin his search, he has a dawn appointment to keep.
Lady Patience is impetuous, impulsive and impossible. But her parents have a plan to secure a marriage, and their daughter’s future intending to find a gentleman of noble birth (with deep pockets), who has NEVER met their daughter, but first she intends to stop her childhood friend from getting killed in a gentleman’s duel.
Patience, Charity, and Prudence…
Virtuous qualities a young lady seeking a husband would surely wish to possess.
Unless, of course, a well-meaning parent chose to name her daughter Patience, with an eye to the future, hoping her precious child would seek to emulate the meaning of her name.
Never imagining her beloved daughter would grow up preferring the break-neck pace of racing her horse across the meadow to taking tea with callers, or that she would prefer angling for trout and firing a pistol to plying fabric with a needle. And, Lord help us all, that she would grow to stand just four inches shy of six feet tall!
Patience is impetuous, impulsive, and impossible. Ah, but her parents have a plan to secure a marriage, and their daughter’s future. They intend to find a gentleman of noble birth—with deep pockets—who has never met their daughter.
Surely somewhere in all of England there is a gentleman who will embrace their daughter, thorns and all. All he need do is overlook her height, and her talent with rod, reel, and pistol.
The virtue has become the vice …