A Spring Dance (The Mercer’s House #2) Read Online Mary Kingswood

Categories Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Mercer's House Series by Mary Kingswood

Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 105152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)

A family in trade moving up in the world. A family of landed gentry stepping aside for them. And the sons and daughters caught in the middle.

Will Fletcher is the eldest son and heir to the family fortune, and although his father is reluctant to relinquish his roots in trade, Will is more than happy to become a gentleman. He looks and sounds the part, but can he act the part, too? He soon finds that the world of high society is not easy to break into. It’s humiliating enough that the aristocracy disdain him, but how dare a lowly poor relation spurn his attentions?
Eloise Whittleton is very glad to be summoned to London to assist her distant cousin the Marchioness of Carrbridge manage her social engagements. For a few weeks she can forget she’s poor and dance her way through the season, storing up a few memories for when she returns to her retired life in Bath. There are some annoyances, though, and handsome, roguish Will Fletcher is everything she despises. When he tries to impress her, she’s determined to teach him a lesson he won’t forget.

This is a complete story with a happy ever after. A traditional Regency romance, drawing room rather than bedroom. Book 2 of a 6 book series. (less)


1: Grosvenor Square



Will’s heart swelled with pride as he descended from the carriage in Grosvenor Square. Grosvenor Square! The very heart of Mayfair, and therefore of London, of England and of the world. Here resided some of the greatest names in the country, and now his was to be counted amongst them. Mr William Fletcher… no, William Fletcher, Esquire, of Chadwell Park in Hertfordshire, and now of Grosvenor Square in London. To be strictly truthful, the town house was only leased from an elderly gentleman too frail to travel to it anymore, and it would be home only from Easter to the end of July, but that was enough time for Will and his family to establish themselves in society.

He gazed around the square with avid eyes, drinking in the sight of the pretty gardens in the centre and the many elegant buildings stretching to the skies. Three or four stories, not counting the attics and basements. The Fletchers’ house had only three stories, but it was five bays wide and sufficiently imposing. He had chosen well.

The black-painted front door with its shining brass doorknob opened, and out streamed footmen in neat livery and wigs. Oh, this was good! Will hoped their neighbours were watching the spectacle of their arrival. Two carriages for the family, two more with luggage to be directed to the mews. Grooms emerged from the entry to hold the horses, while the footmen assisted the alighting ladies, whose eyes were round in wonder at their new home.

His stepmother descended first, eyes sparkling with excitement, although she said composedly, “This is a very pleasant location, Will. It will be delightful to look out at the trees. A square with gardens — that is very satisfactory.”

“I am gratified that you approve my choice, Stepmother,” Will said. “The house has its own garden, too.”

“So you mentioned. After the open grounds of Chadwell Park, we should have felt sadly confined without a little greenery around us. And we are not so far from Hyde Park.”

“It is a comfortable walking distance.”

She laughed. “Walking? I think not. We will drive there in the barouche.”

Will’s two sisters left the carriage next, their dainty figures elegant in fashionable travelling pelisses. Rosie’s face was full of wonder.

“Oh, Will! It is enormous,” she whispered. “So many windows. So many rooms. How will we ever fill it?”

“We will have visitors, I dare say,” Will said grandly. “Besides, we need plenty of space for all the entertainments Stepmother has planned for you, Rosie. The drawing room will be full of your admirers.”

Angie danced around him with glee. “And my admirers, Will. I am determined that Rosie shall not have them all, even though she is the most beautiful woman in all England. So this is Grosvenor Square! I like it very much. We shall have so much fun here!”

Will’s father was the last to descend, looking the house over with the practised eye of the man of business. He had been a mercer for most of his life, and was not at all ashamed of his roots in trade even though he was now a member of the landed gentry. “This is a pretty part of London, Will. I’d no idea there were places like this, with their own gardens in the centre. I’d imagined it like St Ethelreda’s, with the square built around the alms houses. Very pleasant. How far are we from the City?”

“I am not sure… two or three miles, perhaps. Why?”

“I’ll want to visit my friends there,” his father said. “That’s a fair step to walk, though. Well, shall we go inside? Mrs Fletcher?”