The Moonstone Pirate (THE MOONSTONE LANDING #6) by Meara Platt EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Meara Platt
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Moonstone Landing
Cornwall, England
July 1831
“Look, Uncle Cormac,” Lady Imogen Stockwell said with a gasp as their
carriage approached Woodley Lodge, the once-abandoned manor house
overlooking the pirate caves near Moonstone Landing. “I never imagined it
could be so beautifully restored.”
“It is a travesty, that’s what it is,” her uncle grumbled, but he was
staring down at his costume and not referring to the elegant estate that had
been brought back to its magnificent splendor by the new owner.
Imogen wondered whether the man dressed as a pirate standing with his
arms crossed over his chest and arrogantly poised on the front steps was the
mysterious Earl of Woodley.
He certainly appeared to be in command.
Her uncle, the Marquess of Burness, was still staring in disgust at his
own costume, which Imogen thought suited him perfectly. He was dressed
as Hades, god of the underworld, and her Aunt Phoebe was garbed as the
lovely Persephone.
“What man in his right mind holds a masquerade ball to introduce
himself to his neighbors? How are we to bloody get to know Lord Woodley
and his family if we are all wearing masks?”
“Cormac, your language!” But Imogen’s aunt chuckled at his remark,
which only made him scowl harder before continuing his complaints.
“And what idiot husband agrees to his wife’s choice of costume for
himself?”
Phoebe leaned over and kissed his cheek. “The best sort of husband, my
love. You will survive the ordeal with your typical manly fortitude. Besides,
I am certain my sisters and their husbands will look equally ridiculous.”
He kissed his wife back. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“Yes, Uncle Cormac,” Imogen responded with a soft, lilting laugh. He
looked quite dashing in his dark clothes and flowing black cape. “The point
is, it is not ridiculous if we all look ridiculous together.”
He stopped fidgeting with his mask and gave up. “Lord Woodley owes
me for this sacrifice.” But in the next moment he winked at his wife. “You
look delicious, love.”
“And stop flirting with Aunt Phoebe in front of me,” Imogen chided,
although she was always delighted by how much her uncle adored his wife.
This was the loving marriage she hoped to achieve for herself. However,
she was not out in Society yet, and had never had a beau or even received
flowers from anyone.
Nor had she ever received a stolen kiss.
She poked her head out the window and waited impatiently for their
carriage to move up in queue, as several had drawn ahead of them under the
massive portico. A devil and an angel descended from one, and a corn stalk
and potato descended from another. “Well, everyone is getting into the spirit
of the ball. Be grateful Aunt Phoebe did not decide to have you both come
as vegetables. How is that potato ever going to sit?”
Her uncle merely grunted.
“It appears the Earl of Woodley has invited all of Cornwall,” Phoebe
commented with noticeable dismay. “Stay close to us, Imogen. I fear this
simple country ball will not be quite so simple after all. Indeed, I would
declare it a crush.”
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