Dorothea’s Quest

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Dorothea Wilcox is employed as governess for the Earl of Cumberwell’s six-year-old daughter. But when the earl first sees Dorothea, her sylph-like winsomeness convinces him that she has come to disrupt the tranquility of his life.

Her innocent blue eyes hide a deep secret. Not only do the earl and Dorothea need to overcome the social difficulties of love between the classes; they also need to find out if their love is strong enough to weather the ravages of the past. 

Publisher’s Note: This steamy historical romance contains elements of power exchange.


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Chapter one

Chester 1859

Dorothea Wilcox, governess, eased her position yet again as she glanced once more around the vast foyer of Cumberwell Hall. She was stiff and tired from the long and wearisome train journey and the seemingly interminable ride in the gig that had been sent to fetch her from the station.

It had been two days since she had left her childhood home, Harcourt House. Two days since she had last felt clean or comfortable. Tired as she was, she dared not take a seat, not even on the uncomfortable looking ancient oak settle arranged between two rigid sets of armor that stood guard over the silence of the hall. The stiff and formal second footman had opened the heavy front door to her some twenty minutes previously and bid her wait, then disappeared. She bit her lower lip in consternation. Had she made a dreadful mistake?

Always headstrong and stubbornly independent, Dorothea was determined not to allow her uncle to decide her future for her. Ever since her parents had died, her uncle had taken charge of her, but she was not prepared to yield to his ideas for her future. While she knew that she would have to go into service as a governess—her uncle had made that clear almost from the moment he had moved his family into Harcourt House—she was resolved to have some say in what that future would look like. She knew her uncle would have found a position for her in the household of some obscure merchant or industrialist into which his family would never venture. She would have ended up being responsible for four or five girls in an overly furnished house in a grimy suburb of London where she would seldom have found any peace. She would have been treated as a maid of all work in addition to her responsibilities as a governess. And worst of all, she would certainly never have seen the green of the countryside again. She had seen the kind of advertisements in the gazettes: Respectable manufacturer seeks robust governess for fine family of daughters. Must be conversant with all genteel accomplishments. Shoreditch.

So, when her uncle had taken his wife and daughters to London for the season, Dorothea had answered a very different advertisement for herself. And now here she stood in the formidable house of the Earls of Cumberwell, waiting. But after nearly half an hour of being left alone in this imposing entrance hall, she was beginning to wonder if coming all the way to an estate in the north-west of England was really such a good idea after all. She had seen no one other than the under-coachman and the second footman, neither of whom had seemed particularly interested in showing the new governess what to do or where to go.

While she waited, the sun began to set. It cast long beams of light through great stained-glass windows on one side of the hall. Colorful patterns splayed out across the black and white granite stones at her feet. The polished cherrywood table in the center of the foyer took on a deeper glow and the sunlight caught the flowers arranged on the table in its cheerful sweep. The room’s sudden brightness lit up Dorothea’s face too, revealing the dimple that hid in the left-hand corner of her mouth and bringing a gloss to the chestnut curls that she tried to keep neatly pinned at the back of her head.

Drawing confidence from the burst of light, Dorothea moved towards a painting of an ermine-draped former earl of Cumberwell. The Tudor earl overlooked the comings and goings of the current generation from his position against the central wall beneath the grand staircase. She gazed up at him. His face was stern, aristocratic, and undeniably handsome. There was, however, a glimmer of something in his eyes that suggested that beyond his intimidating appearance, he might have a spark of humor too. “Well,” she murmured under her breath, “if that is a trait you have passed on to your descendants, perhaps I will cope here.”

Just then she heard footsteps descending the staircase. Quickly she resumed her previous position, hands loose at her sides and her head demurely downcast. She smoothed the dull blue dress she wore, hoping the two days of travel had not left her too grubby. She watched cautiously as a middle-aged woman walked briskly towards her, her grey silk dress swishing swiftly across the hall.

“Miss Wilcox?”

Dorothea started. It was going to take some time to get used to the name she had taken for herself, her mother’s maiden name, but not a name she was used to hearing. Quickly she regained her poise and curtsied. She hoped that the blush she felt sweeping her cheeks would be put down to normal shyness and nothing more unusual.  

“I am Mrs. Davies, the housekeeper. Welcome to Cumberwell House.” The housekeeper’s voice was businesslike and clipped, almost severe.

“Good day. I am glad to be here.” Dorothea bobbed her head meekly. The housekeeper swept her eyes over Dorothea and then turned abruptly and stepped rapidly up the stairs.

“Come, I will show you to your room.” The housekeeper was already a quarter of the way up the staircase before Dorothea had gathered herself and started moving. She tried to hurry without seeming undignified, but tripped slightly as she made her way behind the tall, quickly moving housekeeper. Mrs. Davies obviously had better things to do with her time than be inconvenienced by a new governess.

Dorothea thought back to the housekeeper in her uncle’s house. Mrs. Mulligan had been warm and friendly, had always had time to smile and greet her kindly. She had been especially affectionate in the last few years, after Dorothea’s parents had died and her uncle had brought his family to live in the beautiful house and park that had been her childhood home. But then, Mrs. Mulligan had known her since she had been a baby, had known her as the daughter of the house, and had treated her with a special compassion when her life had turned topsy-turvy.

Now Dorothea was nothing more than a servant in an earl’s establishment.

She shrugged at the stern grey back of Mrs. Davies and straightened her shoulders a little more. She was not about to let the housekeeper see how vulnerable and naive she felt. She was here to prove a point to her uncle, even if he never found out about it. And she was going to prove to herself as well that she could make her own way in life. She was, she reminded herself, still her father’s daughter.

Dorothea’s perusal of Burke’s Peerage had revealed that the Cumberwell family had owned the more than fifteen thousand acres of land on which the house stood since before the Normandy Invasion. As she followed Mrs. Davies, Dorothea could see how that long heritage was reflected in the grand house. Over the centuries, different generations had built newer extensions onto older sections of the house. Some halls and reception rooms were low and had the heavy wooden beams and thick walls that dated back to Saxon and Tudor times. These led into open and elegant rooms of more recent design in a bewildering array. Dorothea felt as if she was walking through eons of history in just a few minutes.

In the front part of the house, beautiful works of art adorned the walls and alcoves, but as they moved further back, fewer such treasures were displayed. Here paintings only occasionally brightened the darkening hallways. The further Mrs. Davies led her, the barer the corridors became. They left behind the long corridors painted in soft blues or whites to traverse passageways revealing great paneled walls of deep-hued wood. Windows back here were draped in heavy velvet or left undisturbed, allowing in the glowing evening sun. In spite of Mrs. Davies’ haste, serenity pervaded the house.

Dorothea did not see anyone else on the long walk through the house, and was fairly certain that she would not find her way back to the entrance hall again. She could not begin to recollect the number of right or left turns, or doors and windows passed, nor could she recall any particular landmarks.

Finally, Mrs. Davies stopped in front of an ancient oak door and swung it open. “This is your room, Miss Wilcox. It is not far from the children’s quarters. I see that your trunk has been brought up and Martha has unpacked it. She will be up shortly with some hot water. I imagine you would like to freshen yourself after your days of travelling.”

“Thank you. I would indeed,” Dorothea replied, watching Mrs. Davies walk through the room and glance into the wardrobe.

“You have this bedroom with a small alcove for a working area through here,” Mrs. Davies explained, indicating a recess Dorothea had not noticed until then. “I trust you will find it satisfactory.”

Dorothea had to keep herself from laughing out loud and twirling around like a little girl. Satisfactory? Of course it was! She had not had such a delightful room for herself since she was twelve years old. Her uncle had not considered it necessary to provide a niece in reduced circumstances with any comforts, even in what had once been her home. She looked around the room, her vivid blue eyes dancing with delight.

The dark wooden floor was covered with soft green rugs. The bed, which took up the greater part of one wall, was solid old oak but covered in a quilt the deep green of pine trees in winter. Big white goose feather pillows made a fluffy pile against the solid headboard. A dressing table and wardrobe matched the bed. Arranged prettily on the dressing table was a dainty Dresden shepherdess, also dressed in dusky green. In the alcove was a comfortable armchair before a small grate and a work table and chair stood near an open window. A bowl of pink and white chrysanthemums had been placed on the table.

Forgetting all pretense at dignity, Dorothea leaned out of the window, entranced by the magnificent view of trees and hills before her and the glimmer of setting sun on a distant lake. “Oh, Mrs. Davies, I will be very satisfied, indeed,” she sang out.

For the first time, Mrs. Davies seemed to relax a little. She smiled slightly as she said, “I am glad to hear it. Well, I hear Martha arriving with your water. Will half an hour be sufficient time? I will send someone then to fetch you for your supper. The rest of us have already eaten.”

Three quarters of an hour later Mrs. Davies watched as Miss Wilcox sat in the housekeeper’s sitting room finishing her meal of beef stew. She nodded her head surreptitiously and then just as quickly shook it. The housekeeper appraised her positively as young and naive enough, showing a hint of gentility. But she was far too pretty with her wild chestnut curls barely contained, her shapely figure and bright eyes. She interrupted her musings to offer Dorothea a second helping of stew, but Dorothea declined. She put down her knife and fork resolutely.

“Mrs. Davies, will I meet my charge now?”

“Lady Clara? Gracious no. It is long past her bedtime. She has been asleep this past hour at least.” The housekeeper sounded faintly annoyed. “You will meet her in the morning. After breakfast I will show you what you need to know of the house and gardens, and then you will be introduced to her.”

“I see.” Dorothea swallowed. “And when will the earl be expecting to meet me?”

“His lordship is not expecting to meet you at present.” Mrs. Davies began to clear the table.

Dorothea stared at the housekeeper, somewhat dumbfounded. “But am I not being employed by him to teach his daughter?” she asked, a little hesitantly.

“His lordship is not currently in residence.” Mrs. Davies’ voice was clipped and abrupt. “He left me to conclude all matters of your employment. You will begin tomorrow, with a three-month probationary period.” Mrs. Davies stood up and rang the bell. Immediately a maid entered to carry away Dorothea’s supper dishes. “I will ring for Martha to show you back to your room. Breakfast is at seven-thirty in the servants’ hall. Good night, Miss Wilcox.”

“Good night, Mrs. Davies,” Dorothea replied. It was clear that no discussion was to be entered into concerning the earl or his whereabouts. But that did not mean Dorothea could not think her own thoughts. Was the earl the same kind of man as her uncle, overly focused on the delights of high society and following the fashionable world in London and wherever else pleasure was pursued? She shook her head as she followed the housemaid back to her room. Even if the earl was more concerned with fashionable company than with his daughter’s upbringing, surely he would be interested in meeting his six-year-old daughter’s very first governess? Maybe not, she concluded. Perhaps daughters were not very important to earls. They could not, after all, inherit the title and lands. Did the earl think that all that mattered was to provide his daughter with a few superficial accomplishments and then marry her off to the most likely husband when she came of age?

By the time Dorothea had returned to her room and was ready for bed, she was incensed. She was determined that Lady Clara Moreland would be given the very best education possible and would know kindness and affection, even if only from a governess. Starting in the morning.

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5 reviews for Dorothea’s Quest

  1. Hope W

    Dorothea’s Quest was beautifully written! The storyline was set in 1859 and was engaging. The characters were a wonderful blend of deep passion and sweet intimacy, surrounded by a mystery in Dorothea’s past. The interaction between the characters kept me feeling as though I was drawn into the story. However, the mystery kept me guessing and on the edge of my seat trying to figure out why Dorothea would be willing to hide from most of society. Her interactions with Edmund were passionate and sweet, but with Lady Clara they were heartwarming. Lady Clara was trying to act as though she were the grown up Lady she was expected to be and yet her giggles and honesty about others was breathtaking. The author included romance, love, passion, mystery, characters you love and some you can’t stand. Spanking was minimal but the emotions were deep. Overall I loved the story and highly recommend this wonderful book. I voluntarily received an arc copy of this book.

  2. Ajjmb

    Dorothea%u2019s Quest is a wonderful new romantic story with a bit of mystery added into it. I really found myself feeling quite sorry for Dorothea and the life she has been forced to lead. Edmund makes a wonderful romantic hero as he swoops in to save Dorothea and love her, even though she is afraid to fall in love with him. I really enjoyed the characters in this story and the mystery plot is very well thought out. It makes for an enjoyable read. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced copy of this book.

  3. Lillie322

    I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book.?? When the governess arrives, she comes with a history that Edmund, the Earl of Cumberwell grows more curious about every day.? Dorothea has never been a nanny before or in love, but she faces both while hiding her secret.? Spanking? romance.

  4. Toni L

    I found this to be such an unusual read in that it was quite a thoughtful story with good characters. The language & mores of the novel was consistent with the time & helped to produce an extremely readable book. I loved the characters & the twists in the story which provided plenty of darkness along with the light.

  5. Redrabbitt

    This is an 1859 Regency era story full of angst, confusion, secrets, lies, betrayal, discovery, and new beginnings. Secrets will be the basis of this tale, but eventually, they must be uncovered and brought to light. The story is a journey full of obstacles and adventure for both Lord Edmund and Miss Dorothea Wilcox. While the story could read well as a stand-alone, it does follow book one, Arabella’s Journey.

    Dorothea Harcourt has been living hidden in the home she was raised, but now under the control of her father’s brother. While she is a Lady, she is treated with disdain, hidden away, and being told she will be sent away to act as a governess. Rather than allow her uncle to secure her future, she will take it upon herself to find suitable employment at Cumberwell Hall as the governess to Lady Clara. But first, she will help protect herself, and change her name to Dorothea Wilcox.

    Lord Edmund Moreland, Earl of Cumberwell, has been away in Argentina and will return to a new governess for his beloved daughter, Clara. He will observe them together and likes the way she engages Clara and the ease of their relationship. What shocks him is his attraction for Miss Wilcox. While the Cumberwells have a reputation for stepping out of the box, they still are within what society deems acceptable—just barely.

    “The Cumberwells might have some odd predilections and did not always quite fit the mold society cast for the aristocracy, but no earl of Cumberwell had ever married outside of the gentry.”

    The plot will bring Edmund and Dorothea to developing a friendship and each wanting more. Edmund can bring control into the relationship without overstepping the boundaries but adding discipline. He knows there are secrets and wishes that Dorothea would trust him better. With time, they will take their relationship to a milder intimacy of heavy petting and release without coitus. Edmund is in love with Dorothea and enlists the help of his uncle Robert to uncover parts of the mystery—and to secretly marry Dorothea and make her his wife in bed, but keep it a secret to everyone else.

    “A relationship between people who love each other has nothing to do with status or what society deems a good match based on family names and associations. I believe that a good marriage begins with two hearts calling to each other, finding one another and creating a scared space, a magical place, where they commune on levels beyond the commonalities society thinks respectable and proper. A place where passion and pleasure are found through an interchange of trust and power. Where two souls merge, and each grows stronger because of its meeting with the other. And yet each still holds its own shape. I think such a union has more to do with passion and character than society and status. That is my definition of love.”

    The story includes uncovering a mystery that took place six years prior, one that involved the accusation of treason, and included the death of several people. It will involve several key people who were acquaintances of those accused and can bring further investigation. It is righting several wrongs. But it isn’t an easy journey, and deception will play a part that leads to confusion and misunderstandings. Then as soon as Edmund is away, trouble in his household will happen with his Aunt hiring and firing some of his staff. What will come of Dorothea?

    “My love for you is as certain as the sunrise, as steady as the earth itself. As much as you might have provoked me, I will never stop loving you.”

    Edmund is a man who knows what he wants, and that includes Dorothea, and nothing will stop him from finding her again. It is a beautiful love story that will unravel over time with friendship, affection, devotion, passion, and possession. While there are a few discipline scenes, and some intimacy before marriage, the dominance, and submission of Edmund and Dorothea only add to their passionate love story.

    “Oh, my little fairy, let us go and see what enchantment we can make.”

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