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A SERIES OF WORTHY YOUNG LADIES
SIX HIGH-PLACED LADIES DREAM OF LAUNCHING DAUGHTERS...THOUGH PERHAPS THE DAUGHTERS THEY GET ARE NOT AS DEMURE AS THEY'D HOPED...
BOOK ONE: THE MEDDLER – Read More!
BOOK TWO: THE SPRINTER
BOOK THREE: THE UNDAUNTED
BOOK FOUR: THE CHAMPION
BOOK FIVE: THE JILTER
BOOK SIX: THE ROYAL
NUMBER 38 GROSVENOR SQUARE, 1811
The six ladies who had gathered in Lady Featherstone’s richly furnished drawing room were past that time when they might find themselves with child. From afar, they were extraordinarily fortunate—they had married well, and to acceptably genial lords, and they had kept up their end of the bargain. All six of them had produced an heir and a spare. Some of them had produced quite a number of spares.
What none of them had produced, though, was a daughter.
Over time, an idea began to form. They may not have born daughters, but that did not mean they could not launch a few. This first meeting of The Society of Sponsoring Ladies was the result.
Of course, at that very exciting moment in their history, none of them could have foreseen that their lives would shortly be turned upside down, their households thrown topsy-turvy, and handwringing would become a new and frequent habit. They could not predict that the worthy young ladies they would sponsor might not be the meek and demure creatures of their fevered imaginations. They could not know that at some later date they would turn to each other to inquire whose idea this had been in the first place.
That was only to be expected—one never does anticipate such things.
A SERIES OF WORTHY YOUNG LADIES
SIX HIGH-PLACED LADIES DREAM OF LAUNCHING DAUGHTERS...THOUGH PERHAPS THE DAUGHTERS THEY GET ARE NOT AS DEMURE AS THEY'D HOPED...
BOOK ONE: THE MEDDLER – Read More!
BOOK TWO: THE SPRINTER
BOOK THREE: THE UNDAUNTED
BOOK FOUR: THE CHAMPION
BOOK FIVE: THE JILTER
BOOK SIX: THE ROYAL
NUMBER 38 GROSVENOR SQUARE, 1811
The six ladies who had gathered in Lady Featherstone’s richly furnished drawing room were past that time when they might find themselves with child. From afar, they were extraordinarily fortunate—they had married well, and to acceptably genial lords, and they had kept up their end of the bargain. All six of them had produced an heir and a spare. Some of them had produced quite a number of spares.
What none of them had produced, though, was a daughter.
Over time, an idea began to form. They may not have born daughters, but that did not mean they could not launch a few. This first meeting of The Society of Sponsoring Ladies was the result.
Of course, at that very exciting moment in their history, none of them could have foreseen that their lives would shortly be turned upside down, their households thrown topsy-turvy, and handwringing would become a new and frequent habit. They could not predict that the worthy young ladies they would sponsor might not be the meek and demure creatures of their fevered imaginations. They could not know that at some later date they would turn to each other to inquire whose idea this had been in the first place.
That was only to be expected—one never does anticipate such things.
