Sunday, 30 August 2015

Guest Post: From the Journal of Lord Oliver Morewell - Elle Q. Sabine

Hello folks, you are a lucky bunch as I have yet another fabulous guest post from the talented and lovely author Elle Q. Sabine. This post features a journal entry from Lord Oliver Morewell who is a character in Elle's latest book for Pride Publishing. I shall not say any more, and let Elle's wonderful words tell you more.

Copyright 2015 by Elle Q. Sabine ( All rights reserved. Permission granted for publishing by Daniel Riding at

From the Journal of Lord Oliver Morewell

4 August 1824

Dear Diary,

The long years in Amsterdam, with its cooling sea breezes, spoiled me. London in summer is not beautiful. The City is hot and smoke sits somnolently at every venue, even drifting inside the houses. Unpleasant smells waft through the air at all hours, and the afternoons are commensurately miserable.

I now understand why the haut ton, indeed everyone of any class who can, retreat to the country in summer. At least in the countryside there are the usual pursuits where one can find a hint of a breeze or fresh air. I have gone down to our villa in Merton several days this month, but the place is lonely with only the caretakers present. I much prefer to visit when Alden can accompany me.

Lennox House, despite the summer, is much more amenable. Lady Winchester is here with His Grace, the Duke. Her daughters call – three of the four girls have visited since we've arrived. The eldest, Lady Fiona, is expected in September. Lady Winchester has graciously surrendered much of the household management to me, a duty for which I am grateful. I do not like being idle, not even if it means indulging in musical pursuits all day. She is content to pour the tea that I've ordered and to preside as the hostess at the dinners I've organized. She's also grateful for an escort in the evening when she attends events, an office I'm happy to provide. Neither the Duke nor my Alden wish to go out every evening, despite my blatant encouragement.

I confess I was surprised at my reception among the ton. It was years ago that Alden and I were informed bluntly that our understanding was well-known among the ton, and consequently we could expect to be cut outright should we attempt to ingratiate ourselves into these gilded circles. However, now that I am no longer a young twenty and my powers of observation have improved, I realize there are others like Alden and I in society. It seems discretion is our primary byword to a happy and welcome life among the English.

I do not suggest that there have been no adverse reactions. Certainly there have been a few ladies and gentlemen who have appeared distinctly uncomfortable when introduced, but these individuals do not represent the powerful. The hostesses who remain in Town for the summer do so because their families are essential to ensuring the proper functioning of government – primarily the powerful diplomatic and ministry families. These ladies have been nearly universally gracious to me, and the invitations for Alden and I both, though addressed individually, continue to pour in on a daily basis. When greeted, most ask me directly about my Alden, as though they imagine I'm holding him hostage in his father's own house. Any disapprobation I've felt has been centered on his absence, rather than our appearance together.

I do believe my Alden would draw much attention if he would allow me to turn him out and take him about with me more frequently. Just last night, he reluctantly agreed to attend a dinner at the Dutch embassy. Sjors and Wendelin are the ambassadors' sons, and very well-known to us in Amsterdam, so refusing would have been rude of him. I insisted my Alden wear the beautiful pearl-colored breeches with a mint green waistcoat. The buttons were mother-of-pearl, of course. The jacket was Schultz, a verdant green in color. I ensured his boots were polished so well that they gleamed under the chandeliers. Next to my regulation black evening wear, my Alden was positively breathtaking. He mutters that such old-fashioned formal Court apparel is ostentatious but I know him well. He is secretly pleased to indulge me, and in such attire, he cuts a perfect figure. A positive Adonis, he is, when he permits me to dress him. Such clothing suits his impressive height and marvelous shoulders. He draws attention at any appearance, from females and males alike. I admit to no small amount of pride, knowing he's mine.

After the outing to the embassy, we returned to Lennox House. I own to demonstrating just how much I enjoyed the excursion with him. It does no small amount of good to reinforce my appreciation of his company. For his part, Alden was abundantly clear that he intended to exhaust me so thoroughly that I would be content to stay quietly in the house today, instead of trying to inveigle him to go out with me. I will spare him any undignified begging, but I do plan to attend an entertainment at Lady Arbuthnot's this evening with Lady W.

For all that Alden and I have been welcomed back into the London fold, I am patently aware that all is not yet resolved. My own family – the pater, my eldest brother Morpeth, mother and sister-in-law – are not in London. Their disapproval remains a shadow over us. When the family returns and makes clear that I have been banished from their presence, will those who have welcomed us this past month feel compelled to tow a social line and expel us from their ranks again?

I am but a second son with little influence and no powerful friends beyond Alden and his family. Ousting Alden, as Lennox's regent, would be much more difficult if he had established his social presence more firmly upon our return. Lennox and Lady Winchester are a perfect example of how a relationship outside the morals of the Church may be acceptably managed with society. Gentlemen, moreover, often appear at events in packs together. If I were to kiss him in the middle of Hyde Park or waltz down a lady's ballroom in his arms? Such behavior would naturally condemn us. However much such a thing might be a fantasy, I do not propose such an action.

My father could never grasp that, in my early twenties, I was not prepared to accept any interference in my relationship with Alden, certainly not marriage. Now, either Alden or I would be willing to marry under the proper circumstances – but not at the cost of the relationship between us. Any female with whom we would consort would need to be intimately close to both of us and accept our close friendship, and we would both need to care for her deeply.

If we ever find such a paragon, Alden and I agree to never let her go.


Lord Oliver Morewell is a featured character in Pride Publishing's TheSecond Sons by Elle Q. Sabine, set for general release on August 4, 2015.

Summary: Oliver and Alden quickly realize they want Lady Fiona de Rothesay, but she keeps a secret. Convincing her to trust them is going to be more difficult than they expected.

Lady Fiona de Rothesay isn’t like her sisters, or even the typical academic bluestocking. She has a secret life, and she’s determined to live it without interference, despite the overbearing supervision she unexpectedly acquires with the return of the Duke of Lennox’s prodigal second son — and his lover.

Lord Oliver Morewell was perfectly happy living in Amsterdam with the love of his life. However, Lord Alden Swenson has been summoned to England for at least the next twenty years, and Oliver is committed to his lover. He also won’t deny what his soul knows to be true. Alden is his past, present and future, but Fiona belongs there, too.

Lord Alden can cope with the disapprobation of Oliver’s family and the whispers of society, but Fiona is a complication he did not expect, despite the vivid fantasies he and Oliver have had about finding a woman to make their relationship complete.

Once Fiona is in residence, wild horses can’t keep him away, despite her stubborn streak of independence and outright refusal to explain her mysterious absences, late night disappearances and male companions. Alden and Oliver will have to conquer Fiona’s distrust, her secrets, but most of all her heart in their search for perfect, if unconventional, love.

Links: You can buy The Second Sons at major online retailers, including Amazon (UKversion), Barnes& Noble, Kobo, and iBooks, or purchase a copy directly from PridePublishing.

For an extended sample from this book, visit Elle's blog byclicking here.

About Elle Q. Sabine: I write stories to entertain my friends and amuse myself. I hope romance lovers everywhere will love them as much as I do. I live among the redwoods in the very great state of California with a devoted Mr. Sabine, one golden-headed daughter and one loving, eternally young pup. Yes, those are my curls and part of my study bookshelves. In my spare time, I love to explore fairy circles, climb to high places to see the Pacific and look at the bottom of the Golden Gate Bridge.

You can find me online at, on Twitter at or on Facebook at I currently write for Totally Bound and Pride Publishing.