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The Viscount & The Artist

Alyson Pearce

Andrew Cardwell is a man driven by duty to his country and to his family. After the death of his uncle, he’s determined to provide security and stability for his family as the new Viscount Cardwell—even if that means marrying and producing an heir. Surprising himself, Andrew decides to sponsor a young artist named Jeremy for the season, to help him find a patron. What he doesn’t anticipate is how well Jeremy fits in his bed…and his life.

Jeremy Leighton knows what it’s like to be a disappointment. The only son of a vicar, he’s refused to follow the path his father set for him, choosing his passion for art, instead. He accepts Andrew’s proposal, hoping to prove to his father—and himself—that he can succeed as an artist. After spending time with Andrew in and out of bed, Jeremy struggles not to fall for the damaged viscount, knowing the season will likely end in Andrew’s engagement. 

Between a meddling cousin, a widow on the hunt for a new husband, and their own doubts about the relationship, how can Andrew and Jeremy shed the expectations of others to find true happiness?

Excerpt

Sitting in the carriage outside Boodle’s, Jeremy fiddled with his coat buttons. A cold sweat had started along the back of his neck. Talking about finding a patron was one matter. Actively looking for one was completely different. He looked over at Andrew. The man was the embodiment of fashionable: his jet black tailcoat was expertly tailored, the waistcoat beneath adding a touch of colour and pattern. Even his cravat was tied in a perfect Osbaldeston. Next to him, Jeremy looked like a simple country boy, wearing clothing his father had bought him when he entered Oxford. His stomach rolled, and he regretted eating such a large dinner.

“You’re going to be fine,” Andrew said.

Jeremy fastened his buttons for a third time.

“Just relax. Hands at your sides. Deep breaths. Follow my lead and stay by my side.”

Nodding, Jeremy let his hands drop. He waited until Andrew opened the carriage door before climbing out. The sight in front of him was formal and imposing, and Jeremy wanted nothing more than to climb back into the carriage. The ground floor exterior was a white stone, while the upper levels were brick. The showpiece of the building, though, was the large, domed window in the centre, trimmed by white, scalloped stone.

“Come on.”

Andrew clapped Jeremy on the shoulder and steered them toward the door. It felt rather like he was being marched to the gallows. As they passed through the columned entrance, Jeremy balled his fists at his sides.

“You have to relax, Jeremy,” Andrew murmured. “No one is going to come and escort you out. You are here as my guest, and therefore you belong here. Unclench your fists. Drop your shoulders. Remember, every man you meet here is a potential patron. Treat them as such. Be respectful, but be yourself.”

Jeremy nodded, forcing his shoulders down. “All right. Where to first, Cardwell?”

“Let’s start by finding friends.”

After a giving Jeremy a quick tour of the ground floor, Andrew led him up the steps, toward the salon. A number of men had already started to gather at the card tables, and Jeremy stayed as close to Andrew as he possibly could. A large man with a bulbous nose and beady eyes broke away from the rest and started toward the both of them, favouring his left leg.

“Thomas Stanhope,” Andrew whispered. “A member of the Commons and not someone you want to work with.”

“Cardwell!” The man’s voice was thin and raspy, and his gaze darted between Andrew and Jeremy. “Back just in time for the Season, I see. Is your uncle with you?”

Andrew’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Uncle Richard passed a few weeks ago. You sent a letter expressing your condolences.”

Stanhope’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Did I? I…You must forgive me. My mind is not what it once was.”

“Of course.” The words came out clipped. “Stanhope, allow me to introduce my friend, Mr. Jeremy Leighton.”

A flicker of emotion crossed Stanhope’s face, though Jeremy couldn’t place it. Whatever it was made him uncomfortable.

“Leighton…” The man frowned, as though he were trying to piece together a puzzle.

“It’s a pleasure,” Jeremy said, shaking the man’s hand.

“The pleasure is mine.” Stanhope didn’t release his grip. “Tell me, how did you become acquainted with our Cardwell, here?”

The man’s palm was sweaty and Jeremy longed to pull away, but when he tried, Stanhope simply tightened his grip. “My father was friends with Lord Richard Cardwell. I’ve been acquainted with his family since birth.”

The confusion twisted into something like satisfaction, and Stanhope smirked, a gleam in his eye.

“I see. And how—”

“Cardwell!”

Jeremy looked over Stanhope’s shoulder to see a man taller than Andrew walking over. When he looked back at Stanhope, the man’s expression had soured.

“Excuse me. I look forward to seeing you again, Mr. Leighton.”

Stanhope walked away, his expression clouded. Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and the tension visibly eased.

“Perfect timing, Percy,” Andrew said. “I thought I would have to cut Jeremy’s hand off to get him away.”

“You looked like a caged animal.” The man embraced Andrew and then pulled away. “I wondered if you would be here for the Season. We placed bets on whether or not you would turn up. Thaddeus put you down as sitting out.”

Jeremy blinked. How could he be so crass?

“It’s as though he doesn’t know me at all,” Andrew shot back. He turned to Jeremy. “Lord Percival Beaumont, this is Mr. Jeremy Leighton. Percy and I attended Harrow and Oxford together.”

As Beaumont shook his hand, Jeremy could practically feel the man scrutinizing his appearance. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lord,” he said, not quite meeting Beaumont’s gaze.

Beaumont gave him the same easy-going smile he gave Andrew. “Pleasure’s all mine. Please, call me Percy. Andrew, Thaddeus and Oliver are at May’s Buildings. I thought you might want to head over.”

Andrew looked to Jeremy. “What do you think? Would you rather visit the Eccentrics than stay here?”

Given the stuffy crowd and their interactions with Stanhope, Jeremy was more than eager to leave. “Yes. Could we go, please?”

“Lead the way, then, Percy.”

The trio headed back down the stairs and out the door. Rather than hailing a carriage, they set off on foot. The sun had almost completely set, and a slight chill had entered the air, but it wasn’t anything Jeremy’s coat couldn’t protect against. As they walked, Jeremy found himself trailing behind Andrew, with Percy at his side.

“So you went to school with Andrew, then?” Jeremy asked. It was easy to relax around Percy, who treated him with the same warmth he treated Andrew. Stanhope, with his odd behaviour, had had the opposite effect on him.

Percy nodded. “Our families run in the same circles, so of course I knew Andrew, but I didn’t become friends with him until university.” He lowered his voice. “We, ah, share similar interests.”

The meaning was clear. Already, Jeremy was starting to pick up on the cues and the codes. “Of course,” he said.

Part of him wanted to ask whether or not they had been together, but a much larger part didn’t care to know.

“I do believe I’ve stunned you. Forgive me, I’ve said too much.”

“Not at all. I simply…”

“I see.” Percy nodded slowly. He glanced ahead at Andrew before turning back to Jeremy. “I wouldn’t worry, if I were you. What happened between us was years ago, and I found we’re much better suited as friends. Relax.”

“I would have a greater chance at relaxing if everyone stopped encouraging me to do so,” Jeremy retorted.

“My apologies. I meant only that I would like to get to know you better, as a friend of Andrew’s.”

“Gossiping about me, are you?” Andrew’s voice came from up ahead.

“You only wish,” Percy replied. He looped his arm through Jeremy’s. “Tell me about your relationship with Andrew.”

“My father was close friends with Andrew’s uncle, Richard.”

Percy flashed him a smile. “That tells me nothing about you and Andrew.”

“There’s not much to say.” Jeremy licked his lips. “I’m an artist looking for a patron. Andrew saw my work and commissioned me to paint his portrait, and in return he offered to let me come with him to London.”

“And does he give you anything else in return?”

Anger flared in Jeremy’s veins and he let out a harsh breath. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“I mean nothing by it,” Percy said gently. “As I said, I only wish to get to know you better. I know Andrew, and I only want the best for him. For you both. I know how difficult it can be to get close to him.”

“What do you know of his difficulties?”

“As one of his oldest friends, I believe a better question would be what do I not know of his difficulties?” The man regarded him with an air of suspicion before relaxing. “Come to my townhouse tomorrow afternoon. We can discuss the matter further there.”

“And what do I tell Andrew?”

“That he isn’t invited.” Percy laughed, his entire face lighting up. “He’ll hardly like it, but he will recover. Sometimes it is nice to remind him that he cannot control everything and everyone.”

About Alyson

Alyson Pearce is an American transplant currently living in London, where she works full time in publishing and as an author of M/M romances. She fell in love with romances after discovering her grandmother’s library and hasn’t looked back. As a member of the LGBT community, she believes that everyone deserves their chance at a happily ever after. In her spare time, Alyson enjoys cooking, reading, and shouting at contestants on Chopped. The Viscount and the Artist is her first novel.

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Review

Title: The Viscount and The Artist

Series: The Eccentrics 01

Author: Alyson Pearce

Genre: Historical, Regency

Length: Novel (299pgs)

ISBN: e000000003901

Publisher: Alyson Pearce (23^rd August 2016)

Heat Level: Low – Moderate

Heart Rating: ♥♥♥ 2 ½ – 3 Hearts

Reviewer: Pixie

Blurb: Andrew Cardwell is a man driven by duty to his country and to his family. After the death of his uncle, he’s determined to provide security and stability for his family as the new Viscount Cardwell—even if that means marrying and producing an heir. Surprising himself, Andrew decides to sponsor a young artist named Jeremy for the season, to help him find a patron. What he doesn’t anticipate is how well Jeremy fits in his bed…and his life.

Jeremy Leighton knows what it’s like to be a disappointment. The only son of a vicar, he’s refused to follow the path his father set for him, choosing his passion for art, instead. He accepts Andrew’s proposal, hoping to prove to his father—and himself—that he can succeed as an artist. After spending time with Andrew in and out of bed, Jeremy struggles not to fall for the damaged viscount, knowing the season will likely end in Andrew’s engagement.

Between a meddling cousin, a widow on the hunt for a new husband, and their own doubts about the relationship, how can Andrew and Jeremy shed the expectations of others to find true happiness?

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Review: When Andrew Cardwell inherits the Viscountcy from his uncle his cousin points out that it’s now his responsibility to ensure the continuity of the Cardwell line, even though Andrew’s tastes run in a different direction. Andrew decides to sponsor Jeremy, a young artist and local vicar’s son, for a season in London in a bid to get Jeremy a patron, it’s also an excuse to keep the younger man close as they explore a mutual attraction.

This is an okay story that has two great characters, I’ll start off with the characters first, Andrew was wounded in the Battle of Barrosa and lost one of his best friends, he suffers from flashbacks and is wary of his scars, finding himself the Viscount has him determined to do his duty by his family. Andrew fights his feelings for Jeremy because he feels deaden by all the death that he has seen. Jeremy is a sweet young man who just wants to be an artist, falling in with Andrew opens doors for him but he would stay with Andrew always as Andrew has conquered his young heart.

The actual storyline is okay, two men falling in love in a society that strictly forbids their love, throw in a widow on the hunt for a new husband and a lord who feels slighted by Andrew’s deceased uncle and it proves to be an interesting time. The thing is though it lacked, I could feel no real connection between Andrew and Jeremy, the widow situation crops up because Andrew pays her attention and the Lord bit well that was actually very good.

I hate to say this but the story lacks the true Regency feel, I love the Regency Era, I adore stories that include Almack’s but this story just missed the mark, Almack’s appeared duller than dull and don’t even get me started on who was supposed to be hosting it… I know! Hosting it *shake head* only the patronesses could host it for crying out loud! And of course you couldn’t gain entrance without a voucher, again, with approval of the patronesses.

You also don’t want me to get started on how they behaved; they certainly did not come across as gentlemen of the Ton with impeccable manners and courtly actions. This felt more like someone trying to write a Regency romance without actually looking up more than the basics of the Regency Era, I’m now just gonna label this as historical because I feel insulted calling it Regency.

I’d recommend this to those who love historical romances, damaged men opening their hearts and healing old wounds, who adore a touch of tension and two men who work around social norms to be together.

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