August 29, 2017

Last Gentleman Standing by Jane Ashford #Excerpt #Giveaway


Title: Last Gentleman Standing
Author: Jane Ashford
Pub Date: September 5, 2017

About the book:

A fortune hunter’s dream…
Miss Elisabeth Elham is an unlikely heiress. She never knew the curmudgeonly uncle 
who died suddenly and left her a fortune. She’s proud, outspoken and independent—a 
definite challenge for London’s fortune hunting suitors. 
As various determined gentlemen vie for her attention at balls, routs, picnics and parties, 
Elisabeth finds herself embroiled with a charming rake, a mysterious nabob, and an 
elegant neighbor. This would all be great fun, if only she wasn’t so fascinated by the one 
man in London who’s not trying to woo her…
Rediscover this classic Regency romance! Originally titled Bluestocking, this classic story 
has been unavailable for over 25 years and is now returning from the vault! 


Excerpt:

Last Gentleman Standing Excerpt 
Elisabeth had recrossed a stile and was traversing an open field when she heard 
hoofbeats behind her. Turning, she was just in time to see the rider urge his magnificent 
chestnut up and over the fence she had just climbed. The form of both was flawless, and 
she forgot herself in her admiration of the jump, watching unself-consciously, as the 
horseman approached her. 
The chestnut had white feet and was one of the most beautiful and spirited 
animals she’d ever seen. He moved with the ease and power of a true thoroughbred and 
might have made almost any rider appear insignificant, but the man on his back matched 
his quality. He looked to be tall, and his figure was well-molded and athletic. His 
buckskin breeches fitted him to perfection, and his coat fairly cried out its fashionable 
origin in the workrooms of a Weston or a Stultz. Elisabeth had seen a few gentlemen of 
the haut ton in Bath, and she knew enough to recognize that the deceptive simplicity of 
the folds of his cravat and the carefully casual arrangement of his hair were the signs of a 
veritable tulip, a top-of-the-trees corinthian. At that moment, she met his slightly 
mocking gaze and looked down in confusion, recalling herself with annoyance. She had 
been gaping like a schoolgirl, she thought. 
The rider pulled up before her. “I almost feel I’ve been in a competition,” he said. 
His voice was deep and resonant. “I hope you gave me full points for that jump.”
Elisabeth looked up. His eyes were pale blue, she noted, in spite of his black hair 
and rather dark complexion. “I was staring quite rudely, I know,” she replied. “I beg your 
pardon. But I was transfixed by the way your horse took that fence.”
The man patted the chestnut’s neck, “He’s wonderful, is Tristram.”
“Tristram?” repeated Elisabeth, smiling. “That’s an uncommon name for a horse. 
Do you take it from Tristram Shandy?”
The rider looked at her with much more interest than he’d first shown. “Yes, I’m 
fond of Sterne.”
“Oh, it is my favorite of all books. I thought hardly anyone read it now.”
He smiled back at her somewhat quizzically. “And I should hardly have thought it 
fit reading for young ladies.” He surveyed her. He was the despair of his mother and 
several aunts, who had all at one time or another introduced to him dazzling debutantes 
calculated to urge him into marriage. But though he’d treated them politely, he’d been 
extremely bored in their company and really had very little notion of what to say to 
conventional young women. Seeing that Elisabeth was a bit uncomfortable under his 
gaze, he continued, “But then I rarely find young ladies wandering about my land 
unattended. So I can’t quite make you out. Are you someone’s governess, perhaps? Do 
you teach your pupils from Sterne?” His amused smile faded as he went on before she 
could answer. “No, that doesn’t seem right.”
Looking down at her drab garments, Elisabeth laughed. “I’m sure I don’t know 
why you say so. I do look very like a governess. In fact, until a few weeks ago, I was a 
teacher at a seminary for young ladies. Now that my uncle has obligingly left me his 
fortune, I shall have to change my style of dress.”
“Uncle?” he asked. His eyes narrowed. “You can’t mean old Anthony Elham? I 
heard of his death.”
“Yes. I am Elisabeth Elham. Though it is not at all the thing to go about 
introducing oneself to strange men,” she told herself reflectively. 
The rider laughed. “I hope I’m not strange. But I beg pardon. I should have made 
myself known to you immediately. I am your neighbor, Derek Wincannon. Do you mean 
to say that old Elham has left you Willowmere?”
Elisabeth shrugged. “It is part of the estate. And a very ramshackle part, I must 
say. I have never seen so neglected a house.”
“It’s the scandal of the neighborhood,” said Mr. Wincannon. “Your uncle was a 
shocking landlord and a worse neighbor.”
“From what I heard of him,” answered Elisabeth, “he was uniformly shocking. I’
m rather sorry I never met him.” The man laughed again. “But in any case, you may 
inform the neighborhood that I shall be putting the place to rights as soon as I may.”
“That’s good news. Will you be settling there?”
“No. At least, not immediately. I shall live in London for a time, at Elham 
House.”
“For the season, I assume.”
“Yes, I’ll be bringing out my cousin.”
“You are bringing out someone? I’d have thought it would be the other way 
about.”
“Oh, no,” Elisabeth smiled. “I’m beyond that sort of thing. Quite on the shelf, in 
fact,” she added lightly. 
“I see it now,” he responded dryly, “a veritable antique. How can I have mistaken 
you for girl in her twenties?”
She laughed. “Well, I daresay I shall attend a few parties also, if I’m asked.”
He smiled. “There can be little doubt of that, I should think. You’ll wish to 
sample the gaities of the season and attend the assemblies at Almack’s.”
“Almack’s? Oh, no, I shouldn’t think so.”
He raised his eyebrows. 
“My father used to tell me stories about London, and he was most severe on 
Almack’s. He called it the Marriage Mart and painted such a vivid picture of the trials 
young girls undergo as they are catalogued and labeled according to their faces and 
fortunes that he gave me quite a horror of the place. I don’t at all wish to go there now.”
Mr. Wincannon’s interest was definitely caught. “Now?” 
“Well, of course I might have done so some years ago had I been offered the 
opportunity,” Elisabeth explained obligingly. “When one is thrown penniless upon the 
world at the age of nineteen, one is willing to try any shift to come about again. I was 
very willing then to marry to make my fortune. But I wasn’t given the chance, and how 
fortunate that was, really. For now, you see, there is no need.”
Derek Wincannon laughed. “You are a most unusual girl,” he said. 
“Because I prefer to order my own life now that I have the means to do so?”
asked Elisabeth. “I’m persuaded you can’t really think so. Would you give up your 
independence without need? No indeed. When I was desperate and might have married, 
no one dared offer for me. I certainly won’t encourage anyone to do so now that I have an 
income.”
“Much good that will do you, I should say.”

About the author:

Jane Ashford discovered Georgette Heyer in junior high school and was captivated by 
the glittering world and witty language of Regency England. That delight led her to study 
English literature and travel widely in Britain and Europe. Her historical and 
contemporary romances have been published in Sweden, Italy, England, Denmark, 
France, Russia, Latvia, Slovenia, and Spain, as well as the US. Jane has been nominated 
for a Career Achievement Award by RT Book Reviews. She lives in Beverly Hills, CA.
Find Jane Online: 
Website: https://www.janeashford.com/ 
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/JaneAshfordWriter/ 
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/842700.Jane_Ashford 

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