Spanking the Heiress

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Anthony Carstairs, Earl of Beaumont, has seven sisters and very little money to provide for their dowries, dresses, and dreams of good society marriages. An unexpected inheritance from a distant relative is an absolute godsend for the cash-strapped earl. The estate he will inherit, however, is located in far-off Cornwall. There is a rather rundown manor house, as well as an uninhabitable castle overlooking the sea, along with some good farmland, so the earl’s first thought is to sell the place for much needed funds.

For Jennifer Polperran, current occupant of the house and lands in question, the earl’s inheritance means that she has lost her home. Her adopted father had little else to leave her, so she must either marry a neighbor she loathes, Sir Alec Salcombe, or live in extremely reduced circumstances.

But for all her life, Jennifer’s father had told her of an ancient legend, of a fortune in gold and jewels stolen by two star-crossed lovers and hidden away somewhere on the estate just before their tragic and untimely deaths. Many had sought the treasure over the centuries, but Jennifer might just have found the key to its location, if only she can get the new owner’s consent, and perhaps even his cooperation in finding it.

Convincing the Earl of Beaumont to give her leave to stay and search proves less difficult than she imagined. But their way is fraught with disappointment and peril, not the least of which is caused by the ruthless and rapacious Sir Alec. Regardless, romance quickly blossoms between the earl and the penniless Jennifer, and together they persevere in the hunt that is their best hope for a bright, golden future together.

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Chapter One 

Cornwall, England

1854

The door to the drawing room opened slowly, and the kind face of Dr Tregowan smiled sadly at her.

“It will not be long now, Jennifer,” he told her. “I have made sure that he is in no pain.”

Jennifer Polperran rose from her seat beside the fire and moved towards the large, portly man at the door.

“I am very grateful for all that you’ve done for my father, doctor,” she said. “You have been so kind.”

“It’s nothing,” the doctor said firmly. “Your father and I have been friends for many years. I hope that you will call on me for any help that you may require after—after—”

Jennifer nodded, stopping the kind man from saying what they both knew would happen very soon. Jennifer Polperran’s father was dying, and had been for some weeks. Both the doctor and Jennifer had been preparing for this day for a long time. Very soon Jennifer would be in the terrible and unusual position of being orphaned for the second time in her life.

“He asked me to send you to him,” the doctor went on. “I must warn you, my dear; this will probably be the last time that he will be able to speak. He is so very weak.”

“I will go to him,” Jennifer said, her stomach rolling in turmoil at the thought of losing her adopted father, who had been nothing but a kind, loving and indulgent presence in her life for as long as she could remember.

“I will wait here,” Dr Tregowan said. “In case I can be of any use to you.”

Jennifer tried to persuade the old man to go home, but he would hear no objection, and if she were to be honest, the thought of coping with her father’s death alone was something quite terrifying. She was no milksop miss who jumped at her own shadow, but her father’s death meant that she would be alone in the world once more, and this time there would be no kindly couple to adopt her.

She left the doctor in front of the fire in the drawing room, with a glass of her father’s good whiskey. It was May, but Cornish weather was unpredictable, and although summer was on the horizon there had been many vicious storms and an unseasonal cold snap recently. The weather had suited Jennifer’s mood.

Her father was upstairs, in his bed. He had been too weak to leave it for the last few weeks, and had submitted to being lifted in and out of it by the manor house’s footman-cum-butler, Alfred, with rather bad grace. Jennifer did most of the nursing of her father, and had spent the last few nights sleeping on a small trundle bed in his room, in case he took a sudden turn for the worse in the night.

The illness, which Dr Tregowan told her was caused by large tumours on the inside of her father’s body, had turned a large, hale, and healthy man into a near-skeleton, with sunken cheeks and pale, ash-hued skin. All the doctor could do was administer large doses of pain relieving drugs, such as laudanum, to help her father cope with the agony of his disease.

Jennifer had learned to hold her tears back and give her father nothing but smiles and good cheer. It would do him no good to see her weeping and wailing about the unfairness of his illness. This got harder and harder to do as he became more and more ill. It pained her to see the good-natured giant of her childhood reduced to this weakened shell of a man.

She kept his bedroom bright and cheerful, unwilling to surround him in gloom. She let as much sunlight into the room as the weather permitted. She put fresh flowers, gathered from their garden, next to his bed every day, and brought him books and papers from his extensive library when he was capable of reading them. He was an academic, a keen amateur historian, and knew a great deal about the local area and the history of their wild and rugged county.

She opened the door slowly and peeked inside. Her father was sitting upright, his thin bones supported by soft pillows.

“Come in, child,” he said softly. “I’m not gone yet.”

Jennifer blinked back tears, and went to sit in the chair next to his bedside that had been her usual seat for most of the past few weeks. She took his hand in hers and held it tightly. His voice sounded so hoarse and dry, so completely unlike the loud, booming tones she remembered.

“I don’t want you to go,” she said, emotion cracking her words.

“Oh, dear girl, I don’t want to go either,” he said, looking tearful himself. “But the good Lord has a plan, and it seems that he wants me to go to Him sooner rather than later.”

“It’s not fair,” Jennifer said, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her day dress.

“One thing that life teaches you, my dear, is that nobody can expect it to be fair,” her father said dryly. “Our worth as men and women comes from how we deal with that unfairness, both for ourselves and others. Remember that, Jennifer. Kindness and charity are our greatest gifts, both to others and to ourselves.”

“How could I possibly forget that?” Jennifer said. “Your kindness to me, by taking me in when I was a baby, spared me from a life that I dread to think about.”

“Oh, but you gave your mother and me a much greater gift, my dear,” the old man said, smiling. “We loved each other very much, but had resigned ourselves to a life without children. You let us understand the joys of being a parent, and that is a priceless treasure.”

They were silent for a minute, remembering Jennifer’s mother, a happy, loving woman who had died six years previously when Jennifer was just eighteen.

“There are things we must talk about, my dear, while I am still in possession of my senses,” her father said gently. “There is a box on the table there, by the window. Bring it to me.”

Jennifer put the heavy chest on the bed, within easy reach of her father. He could not open it alone, so she pushed back the lid. Fumbling around inside it, he brought out a sheaf of papers and an old book, the binding peeling off and the papers crumbling.

“This is a copy of my will,” he told her, putting the document in her hand. “I had Sanderson come up from Penzance to make it. He has a copy, too. It outlines what you can expect from me after I die, which is, I am ashamed to say, not very much.”

Jennifer began to protest, but her father held up his hand for silence.

“I cannot leave you this house, the land, or the castle, as they are entailed in the male line. When I die, they all go to my closest male relative, much good may they do him.”

Jennifer couldn’t help a small smile. The manor house they lived in was dear to her heart, but it was old and hard to maintain. There were leaks in the roof and dry rot in the timbers, the rooms had high ceilings and were difficult to heat. It sat on acres of scrubby moorland, suitable for neither grazing nor growing. The castle that her father’s family had once lived in was a few miles away, perched precariously on a cliff. When she was growing up, every few months her father had taken her to visit the ruin to see how much of it had fallen into the sea. Two of the towers still stood firm, and some rooms had a roof, but much of the castle was too dangerous to spend much time in. Anything of value had been stripped from the place and sold years ago.

“Who will inherit the land, Papa?” she asked. “I’ve never heard you talk about any relatives.”

“It’s a very distant connection,” he father replied. “We Polperrans aren’t a very hardy lot. Somewhere back along the family tree, a young lady married up, as they say, into the nobility. The Earl of Beaumont is a cousin, several times removed, and it is he who will inherit. Do not ask me about him; all I know is his name.

“All is not lost, though. I can leave you the contents of the house,” her father went on. “And the castle, though there’s precious little there. I checked with Sanderson about that, and there’s nothing in the entail that forbids it. You’re also to be granted anything below the land, from here to the castle.”

He looked at her expectantly.

“The treasure,” Jennifer sighed. “Father, you’ve never been able to find any proof that it exists, outside of myth and legend.”

“Lack of proof is not the same thing as lack of existence,” her father said sharply. “You can’t prove something doesn’t exist just because you can’t see it.”

Jennifer sighed. This was an old argument, and the one issue on which her mother and her father had disagreed. Her mother had dismissed the centuries-old tale of hidden treasure on the Polperran land as just a story. Her father was convinced that it was real, and that it had eluded treasure seekers for hundreds of years.

“I’ve been working on finding that treasure since I was a boy. A few months ago I went to an auction in Penzance, do you remember?”

Jennifer did. It was the last trip he had made before he had suddenly become so ill.

“I bought books, naturally,” her father began.

“Naturally,” Jennifer chimed in, rolling her eyes.

Her father’s book collection was the best in Cornwall, if not the whole of the south of England. Books lived everywhere in the house, bursting forth from the library to claim any spare space. The servants had given up complaining about piles of books on stairs and in the water closet, and just cleaned around them.

“One of the books was of particular interest,” her father went on, taking the ancient book from the chest.

It had no cover, and was inexpertly bound. Jennifer glanced at the first page, and frowned.

“It’s in Cornish,” she said. “You can’t speak the language, Papa. Why did you buy it?”

“Because whoever wrote the catalogue for the auction must have understood enough to know that this is a diary, Jennifer. The diary of a woman called Kerensa Polperran.” His tired eyes gleamed with excitement. “You know the story of Kerensa Polperran and Massen Carrivick!”

Jennifer did, and it was a sad one. Many centuries ago, the Polperrans and the Carrivicks were both major landowners in the area, rich and prosperous from their gold, silver and tin mines, agricultural land, and the less than legal smuggling of stolen goods that went on along their coastal lands, which bordered each other. They were in constant competition in both their legal and illegal financial ventures, and each family hated the other, taking every opportunity to damage fortunes and good names.

Nobody knew how Kerensa, the eldest and most beautiful of the Polperran daughters, had met the handsome Massen Carrivick, heir to the Carrivick lands, but met they had. They fell in love, and pledged to run away together to marry. The story told that the youngsters had been clever, and knew that love alone would not support them away from their families, so they had both taken gold and jewels, and hidden them somewhere nearby. On the night of their elopement they would uncover the treasure and use it to fund their new life together.

However, this story did not have a happy ending. On the night of the elopement, which had been stormy and dangerous for travel, a jealous sister, in whom Kerensa had mistakenly confided her plan, betrayed Kerensa to her father. The head of the Polperran family had chased after the two lovers with a mob of relatives and servants, all armed to the teeth and screaming terrible threats. In the dark and the storm, the two terrified young lovers had got lost on the moorland surrounding the Polperran castle, and had fallen to their deaths over a cliff.

The enmity between the Polperrans and the Carrivicks never abated, each blaming the other for the loss of a beloved child. Over the years the fortunes of the families dwindled, with both losing most of their money and land. The last of the Carrivicks had been Jennifer’s father, who had perished alongside her mother in a terrible carriage accident. There had been no relations to adopt her, so the county magistrate saw no problem in Henry Polperran and his wife offering to take the small child. They were of the same class as the Carrivicks—faded local gentry—and had enough money to keep the child in a comfortable state. It was well known amongst the local gossips that Cara Polperran was desperate for a child, and the magistrate was not a hard-hearted man. An orphaned child would have a mother and father again, and if there were some local fuss about the histories of the two families, well, the past was the past. This was the nineteenth century, after all, a modern age. Even in Cornwall.

“How do you know that this book is genuine?” Jennifer asked gently.

Her father let out a scornful noise, which turned into a hacking cough. Once she had settled him with a glass of water, he waved weakly at the book.

“If you think I can’t tell a genuine sixteenth century manuscript from a forgery then you’re dead wrong, my girl,” he said, as firmly as he could. “This book is real.”

Jennifer tried to keep her scepticism to herself. Hundreds of people had searched for the missing Lovers’ Gold, as it was known. Nobody had ever found any trace of it. To Jennifer, Kerensa and Massen were just a local legend, a sad story from the past.

“I’m sure it is, Father,” she said to placate him. “Nobody can doubt your knowledge of old books.”

That, at least, was true. Not only was Henry Polperran an avid reader and collector of books, he was also something of an authority on their dating and construction. Often the manor would play host to visiting academics, keen to discuss the provenance of ancient, crumbling texts. Jennifer had grown up discussing all manner of obscure subjects at the dinner table with guests from all over Britain, and even from foreign countries. They all came to hear her father’s wisdom, and stayed to enjoy his anecdotes and her mother’s gentle hospitality. There had been no visitors for the past year; Jennifer suspected that her father had known about his illness long before he had admitted it to her.

“You should sell my collection after I’m gone,” her father said, sinking back into his pillows.

He looked tired and beaten, and Jennifer’s eyes itched with the effort of holding back tears. “Papa, I couldn’t, I—” she began, but the old man held up his hand to silence her.

“There isn’t a lot of money to leave you, I’m afraid. We’ve never had much, and what we did have I used to build my collection. There will be enough to tide you over until you can arrange for the sale of my library. I’ve already contacted some reputable collectors, who will give you a good price.”

He gestured to some of the papers in the box, which had names and addresses on them, followed by lists of titles.

“You should marry, Jennifer,” he went on, looking at her with pale blue eyes that seemed grey and clouded. “I do not like to think of you alone in the world.”

“I will have Mrs Pengilley, and—” Jennifer began, but her father shook his head irritably.

“You will have the servants for as long as you have the house, and not a minute longer. When my cousin many times removed gets his hands on the property, you’ll be out on your ear, along with Mrs Pengilley and the rest. You need a husband, my girl.”

“Would you have me marry the first man I see, Father, just to provide me with a roof?” Jennifer asked, tears now starting to fall. “Would you not want me to find a man I could love, like Mama loved you?”

“Of course I do, my dear. Hush, stop your tears. This medicine of Tregowan is making me muddled. I want you to have every happiness in your married life, Jenny-girl,” her father said soothingly, using the pet name he had given her as a child. “But do not spend your time when I’m gone locked up in mourning for me. I forbid you to wear black, child, do you understand? Life is for the living, and you must go on and find yourself a husband you can respect and love, as I respected and loved your mother.”

“I suppose you would have me marry Sir Alec Salcombe,” Jennifer said bitterly, dabbing at her face with her handkerchief.

“I would have you marry any man you truly loved,” her father said, tiredness evident in every line on his sunken face. “If you loved Salcombe, you would have my blessing.”

Neither spoke for a moment. The muted crackle of the logs in the fireplace was the only sound in the room.

“Do not fall in love with Salcombe, if you can possibly help it,” her father said, after a moment. “He is a prize fool.”

Jennifer couldn’t help it; she laughed, while sitting at her father’s deathbed. He joined in, as best he was able, before another coughing fit took him.

“I promise not to marry Sir Alec Salcombe, Papa,” Jennifer said firmly, once she had settled him down again.

“He’s always on to me about buying some of my collection,” her father said, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ve compiled a list of texts that you should sell to him. Oh, don’t worry,” he said, noticing her look of shock. “They’re all fakes or next to worthless, but he won’t know that.”

“Papa, you’re wicked,” Jennifer said, shaking her head.

“The man’s an idiot,” her father grumbled.

He was more than that, Jennifer thought privately. As the richest man in the area, and a baronet, he was the de facto lord of the manor, although the Polperrans had the distinction of being the oldest family in the county, for all their straitened circumstances. That fact rankled Salcombe, she knew; he wished to be the most respected man in Cornwall. He carried himself with an air of self-importance, and had a cruelly handsome face with the typically dark Cornish colouring. Jennifer had often met him at local balls and county events, and had never liked him. Even when he was doing his best to charm those around him, something about him made her stomach churn. He fancied himself something of an antiquarian book collector, like her father, but Jennifer suspected it was just another way of claiming kinship with the Polperrans.

Talk moved away from the disagreeable Sir Alec Salcombe. They reminisced about Cara Polperran, Henry’s darling wife and Jennifer’s adopted mother, and talked about trips they had all taken and funny memories from the past. Soon it was Jennifer doing all the talking, her father too weak to do anything but listen; before many hours had passed, her father slipped peacefully away and was reunited with his beloved wife.

The redoubtable Mrs Pengilley, cook-cum-housekeeper for the family, took charge of the household, along with the kind Dr Tregowan. Jennifer was glad of their assistance, as the local vicar was informed, and the solicitor Sanderson sent for from the large town of Penzance, some twenty miles away. She spent much of the next few days crying, as those that loved her quietly arranged a suitable funeral for a man greatly respected both in the local area and the wider world.

Sanderson wrote to The Times the day after her father’s death, sending an obituary that provided Jennifer with many letters of condolence from antiquarian book collectors from all over the country in the week that followed. It was decided to delay the funeral to allow mourners to travel the great distance to Cornwall to pay their respects. The small church of St Petroc was filled with people from the village and much farther afield, with some mourners having to stand outside during the service.

The wake was held at the manor house, which had been tidied and cleaned and polished by an army of local women. Mrs. Pengilley kept the house in good order, but with the thought of entertaining guests, including the snobbish Salcombes, had her determined to show the old house at its finest. Books that had lain undisturbed for years were whisked off to spare rooms and stacked shoulder high in neat rows, with barely a gap left between them to allow anyone to move. Furniture was revealed that Jennifer had forgotten about; who knew that the sideboard in the dining room was actually that large, without her father’s collection of Cornish myth and legend spread all over it?

The vicar helped Jennifer welcome each guest and accept condolences. They were genuinely meant by everybody, except Sir Alec, who held her hand for too long and had talked pointedly about what she would do now she was alone in the world. Reverend Barratt, the kindest and most gentle man that Jennifer knew, had eventually cut in to the conversation and told Salcombe icily that Miss Polperran was welcome to make her home with himself and Mrs Barratt for as long as she wished, a sentiment that was repeated by Dr and Mrs Tregowan, who were standing nearby and had overheard everything. It was good to know that she was not without friends, although the thought of leaving the tired old manor house made her feel sick to the stomach.

Eventually the last mourner arrived. Jennifer had noticed him in the church; she had assumed that he was one of her father’s book collector friends, moved to come and pay his respects in person. He didn’t look like an antiquarian, though; all of the collectors and academics who had visited the house in the past had been men of her father’s age. This stranger couldn’t have been much more than thirty. He had light brown hair with a faint reddish tint, and warm, chocolate-brown eyes. He was as tall as her father had been, several inches above the rest of the men in the room, and something about that familiarity comforted her. He was quite handsome, if the quiet buzz amongst the women in the room was anything to go by, but Jennifer was too upset to care about that.

“Miss Polperran?” he asked, bowing courteously.

Whoever he was, he had good manners.

“Thank you for attending my father’s funeral,” Jennifer replied automatically.

It was something that she must have said a hundred times that afternoon, and yet something that sounded so alien to her whenever she said it.

“It is a shame that it has taken a sad event like this for me to get in touch with you,” the stranger said politely.

Jennifer looked at him properly for the first time. His clothing was funereal black, of course, but it was of very good quality, very expensive, and not the sort of thing one found anybody in the area wearing, even amongst the gentry. His accent betrayed his good birth and high station, and if she needed another clue, she could see the expensive carriage he had arrived in, complete with coat of arms painted in gold on the side.

“You must be the Earl of Beaumont,” she said calmly. “Welcome to your new home, my lord.”

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27 reviews for Spanking the Heiress

  1. Joanie M

    I enjoyed this book very much. The main characters were very likeable except for the villainous Sir Alec and his typical snobbish mother. The contrast in the way tenants were treated spoke volumes about the true nature of the landowners. I adored the setting; a country estate with a ruined castle on a cliff overlooking the ocean is perfect for a story about lost treasure. The plot was well thought out and held my interest throughout. Although it should have been a sad story, it was light and amusing. I loved the honesty between Jennifer and Anthony even as they struggled within themselves. I would have titled the book differently, as it is much more than a spanking story. The references to Anthony\’s sisters has me wondering if there will be a sequel. I hope so.

  2. Joanie M

    I enjoyed this book very much. The main characters were very likeable except for the villainous Sir Alec and his typical snobbish mother. The contrast in the way tenants were treated spoke volumes about the true nature of the landowners. I adored the setting; a country estate with a ruined castle on a cliff overlooking the ocean is perfect for a story about lost treasure. The plot was well thought out and held my interest throughout. Although it should have been a sad story, it was light and amusing. I loved the honesty between Jennifer and Anthony even as they struggled within themselves. I would have titled the book differently, as it is much more than a spanking story. The references to Anthony’s sisters has me wondering if there will be a sequel. I hope so.

  3. JJ

    I have quickly become a huge fan of Ms. Taylor’s. I enjoyed her first two books immensely and this newest addition did not disappoint. She has a gift for crafting a beautiful, believable Victorian universe, with strong characters (both men and women) who are engaging and endearing. This book tells the story of Anthony and Jennifer, as they come together to search for a treasure that could save both their futures. Add in an evil neighbor, his typically aristocratic mother and an intriguing legend and you have the makings of a truly entertaining story. And added to all that, we get the bonus of spankings, as that’s how they felt to me, a bonus. This story is so much more involved than a simple spanking story, it is a story first, with the spankings added in, and as such kept me riveted from beginning to end. I look forward to the next story Ms. Taylor delivers.

  4. JJ

    I have quickly become a huge fan of Ms. Taylor??s. I enjoyed her first two books immensely and this newest addition did not disappoint. She has a gift for crafting a beautiful, believable Victorian universe, with strong characters (both men and women) who are engaging and endearing. This book tells the story of Anthony and Jennifer, as they come together to search for a treasure that could save both their futures. Add in an evil neighbor, his typically aristocratic mother and an intriguing legend and you have the makings of a truly entertaining story. And added to all that, we get the bonus of spankings, as that??s how they felt to me, a bonus. This story is so much more involved than a simple spanking story, it is a story first, with the spankings added in, and as such kept me riveted from beginning to end. I look forward to the next story Ms. Taylor delivers.

  5. Pam

    This book was so good. I loved all the adventure and mystery surrounding our H/h. Their love story was sweet and sassy. Louise Taylor hit all the marks in this story. I loved Anthony, he was the perfect hero, even if he was a bit thick headed at times. Jennifer was so strong and her strength was needed to see this couple to the end.

  6. Pam

    This book was so good. I loved all the adventure and mystery surrounding our H/h. Their love story was sweet and sassy. Louise Taylor hit all the marks in this story. I loved Anthony, he was the perfect hero, even if he was a bit thick headed at times. Jennifer was so strong and her strength was needed to see this couple to the end.

  7. madpuss

    I enjoyed this story. It was fun and lighthearted. Anthony and Jennifer were such good people and they enjoyed each others company and had fun together. He didn\’t just love her looks but also her intelligence, strength of character and resourcefulness. The romance between them is sweet and who doesn\’t like a mystery and a treasure hunt involving castles? A good read the whole way through.

  8. madpuss

    I enjoyed this story. It was fun and lighthearted. Anthony and Jennifer were such good people and they enjoyed each others company and had fun together. He didn’t just love her looks but also her intelligence, strength of character and resourcefulness. The romance between them is sweet and who doesn’t like a mystery and a treasure hunt involving castles? A good read the whole way through.

  9. Rhonda

    Just \”ok\”
    While I agree with the other reviewers that there was a real storyline and not just a string of spankings I just thought the book was average. I didn\’t like the Earl much at all.
    Not sure if he\’s what I\’ve heard as a Beta character but he was definitely not alpha. Too many weepy moments. Too his initial introduction at his club with his friends was blah. The next scene has him at a brothel and while it may have been before he\’s met the heroine I found it a turn off.

  10. Rhonda

    “Just “”ok””
    While I agree with the other reviewers that there was a real storyline and not just a string of spankings I just thought the book was average. I didn’t like the Earl much at all.
    Not sure if he’s what I’ve heard as a Beta character but he was definitely not alpha. Too many weepy moments. Too his initial introduction at his club with his friends was blah. The next scene has him at a brothel and while it may have been before he’s met the heroine I found it a turn off.

  11. Margaret Corcoran

    A wonderful story in the Victorian Vices series, that gets better and better. Each story in this series is different, each lady is sassy and independent, and each man needing to learn a lesson. The characters are well written and described, very human and there is a real story line to each book. Jennifer has just buried her Dad and decides to find her ancestors treasure. Anthony (a poor earl) decides to help her. He needs to marry an heiress to keep his sisters and estate. There is plenty of sparks between them. This is a great story with adventure, love, spanking and plenty of fun. I highly recommend this sweet romantic adventure.

  12. Margaret Corcoran

    A wonderful story in the Victorian Vices series, that gets better and better. Each story in this series is different, each lady is sassy and independent, and each man needing to learn a lesson. The characters are well written and described, very human and there is a real story line to each book. Jennifer has just buried her Dad and decides to find her ancestors treasure. Anthony (a poor earl) decides to help her. He needs to marry an heiress to keep his sisters and estate. There is plenty of sparks between them. This is a great story with adventure, love, spanking and plenty of fun. I highly recommend this sweet romantic adventure.

  13. Marybeth Renn

    Anthony is an Earl and he has seven sisters and no money to provide them with dowries for marriage. But then he inherits an estate a long way away. The first inclination is to sell the place so that he can get money. Jennifer is the daughter of the distant relative who has died. If Anthony sells her house she will have no home. Jennifer convinces Anthony to let her stay and search for the treasure that her father has always told her about. Love blooms between them and they eventually have an HEA. I am also hoping that there is a sequel about Anthony\’s seven sisters. I give this 4 stars.

  14. Marybeth Renn

    Anthony is an Earl and he has seven sisters and no money to provide them with dowries for marriage. But then he inherits an estate a long way away. The first inclination is to sell the place so that he can get money. Jennifer is the daughter of the distant relative who has died. If Anthony sells her house she will have no home. Jennifer convinces Anthony to let her stay and search for the treasure that her father has always told her about. Love blooms between them and they eventually have an HEA. I am also hoping that there is a sequel about Anthony’s seven sisters. I give this 4 stars.

  15. Meire Dias

    I enjoy the story of Anthony and Jennifer. The plot envolves around Jennifer step-father death and his distant cousin receiving his inheritance. There was a lot of suspense and mystery about a treasure that could solve their financial problems. The author did a very good job on the story, the historical aspects of the land and the neighbors. Especially talking about the responsibilities towards the land tenants. Its well written and keeps the interested until the last page. I would like to read the story about Lady Lavinia and their HEA hopefully with lots of sex and spanking!

  16. Meire Dias

    I enjoy the story of Anthony and Jennifer. The plot envolves around Jennifer step-father death and his distant cousin receiving his inheritance. There was a lot of suspense and mystery about a treasure that could solve their financial problems. The author did a very good job on the story, the historical aspects of the land and the neighbors. Especially talking about the responsibilities towards the land tenants. Its well written and keeps the interested until the last page. I would like to read the story about Lady Lavinia and their HEA hopefully with lots of sex and spanking!

  17. JK

    My first comment for this book is to say that I read it in one sitting (and it was not a short novella)! I simply couldn\’t put it down!! I have found that with a Louise Taylor book, I always get fun, strong and likeable characters (They engage me from the very beginning), a great storyline with a bit of mystery and a few villainous characters that keep you turning those pages, and (very important to me!) they are long enough!!! Like other reviewers have said, I also hope that there could be a sequel including one or more of Anthony\’s sisters!

  18. JK

    My first comment for this book is to say that I read it in one sitting (and it was not a short novella)! I simply couldn’t put it down!! I have found that with a Louise Taylor book, I always get fun, strong and likeable characters (They engage me from the very beginning), a great storyline with a bit of mystery and a few villainous characters that keep you turning those pages, and (very important to me!) they are long enough!!! Like other reviewers have said, I also hope that there could be a sequel including one or more of Anthony’s sisters!

  19. MKS

    The title of this book is misleading, it is so much more than spanking the heiress. Louise Taylor is truly a gifted author. This third in the series is marvelous and just flows beautifully. The characters are delightful with a couple of dastardly ones as well. Anthony and Jennifer were complex strong characters that made this story not only believable but you wanted them to embrace their challenges and desires. It was hard to put down and I found myself reading at 3:00 am to see what was going to happen next even though I get up very early to go to work. There are hints of more to come in the series which I truly hope is the case. Louise Taylor is an author that is here to stay.

  20. MKS

    The title of this book is misleading, it is so much more than spanking the heiress. Louise Taylor is truly a gifted author. This third in the series is marvelous and just flows beautifully. The characters are delightful with a couple of dastardly ones as well. Anthony and Jennifer were complex strong characters that made this story not only believable but you wanted them to embrace their challenges and desires. It was hard to put down and I found myself reading at 3:00 am to see what was going to happen next even though I get up very early to go to work. There are hints of more to come in the series which I truly hope is the case. Louise Taylor is an author that is here to stay.

  21. rjr

    A real treasure – this book pulled me in from page one. It is witty, original, and well researched. The characters are strong and the plot details are original. Our heroine, Jennifer is suddenly on her own at the death of her father. Due to the laws of the time, her family home and nearby ruins are inherited by an Earl in need of funds. They are smitten with each other but both believe a relationship is impossible. However, they bond together to pursue a rumor, that if true, could solve problems for them both. Jennifer is confident and intelligent partly due to her unconventional upraising by her academic father. Anthony, the Earl, becomes more and more protective of her as the plot moves forward. The spankings are not harsh and fit with the plot and times. Although a completely stand alone story, this is book three in the author\’s Victorian Vices series and I intended to now read books one and two based on my enjoyment of this book.

  22. rjr

    A real treasure – this book pulled me in from page one. It is witty, original, and well researched. The characters are strong and the plot details are original. Our heroine, Jennifer is suddenly on her own at the death of her father. Due to the laws of the time, her family home and nearby ruins are inherited by an Earl in need of funds. They are smitten with each other but both believe a relationship is impossible. However, they bond together to pursue a rumor, that if true, could solve problems for them both. Jennifer is confident and intelligent partly due to her unconventional upraising by her academic father. Anthony, the Earl, becomes more and more protective of her as the plot moves forward. The spankings are not harsh and fit with the plot and times. Although a completely stand alone story, this is book three in the author’s Victorian Vices series and I intended to now read books one and two based on my enjoyment of this book.

  23. Elaine Lara

    I received this book as an arc in exchange for a review. I loved the book, the characters were great and the story was riveting. The historical romance aspect added to the story. It was actually very \”clean\” but with lots of romance.

  24. Elaine Lara

    “I received this book as an arc in exchange for a review. I loved the book, the characters were great and the story was riveting. The historical romance aspect added to the story. It was actually very “”clean”” but with lots of romance.”

  25. Redrabbitt

    I loved this story with all the emotions, mystery, suspense and famed Lovers Treasure. Jennifer finds herself orphaned again with the death of her adopted father. The laws of the land leave the family estate to the next male heir in line, and that is Anthony Carstairs, Earl of Beaumont,. His time at Cornwall at the Polperran estate brings so many issues he must sell the land to help his own holdings. Dealing with the lovely Jennifer Polperran, he also needs to see that she is taken care of. Can a manuscript purchased by her late father actually be the diary of Kerensa Polperran and guide them to the lost treasures? The plot kept me captivated and the mystery and suspense of the story kept the pages turning. I loved the feisty Jennifer, she was no wimpy woman, she is spunky and intelligence.

  26. Redrabbitt

    I loved this story with all the emotions, mystery, suspense and famed Lovers Treasure. Jennifer finds herself orphaned again with the death of her adopted father. The laws of the land leave the family estate to the next male heir in line, and that is Anthony Carstairs, Earl of Beaumont,. His time at Cornwall at the Polperran estate brings so many issues he must sell the land to help his own holdings. Dealing with the lovely Jennifer Polperran, he also needs to see that she is taken care of. Can a manuscript purchased by her late father actually be the diary of Kerensa Polperran and guide them to the lost treasures? The plot kept me captivated and the mystery and suspense of the story kept the pages turning. I loved the feisty Jennifer, she was no wimpy woman, she is spunky and intelligence.

  27. Metu

    I enjoy Louise Taylor’s writing and enjoyed this book in this series. Although, I do feel like the heat level of %uD83D%uDD25%uD83D%uDD25%uD83D%uDD25%uD83D%uDD25%uD83D%uDD25 in the opinion shared from “Blushing Books ” is WAYYYY off. I do believe Louise Taylor had the opportunity to make this a very hot book, but it unfortunately was barely warm in the field of hotness. She missed the “hot” mark completely on this one.

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