A Governess of Distinction

...Who could bring his charges up to the social mark! Having inherited a Gothic horror of an estate and a pair of fifteen-year-old brats to marry off, Lord Percy Hunterdon despaired. Even he realized that, short of a miracle, finding husband for these two vile young ladies would require the utmost expertise: the care of a governess of superior caliber. When Jean Morrison spied Lord Percy's advertisement, dreams of an unmarried viscount and a magnificent castle danced in her head. He would be Byronic and brooding, pacing the battlements with a black cloak wrapped around his manly shoulders. He would, of course, fall madly in love with her. Her dream burst immediately when she encountered dank, dirty Trelawney Castle and the evil dispositions of her new charges. However, the golden hair and dancing eyes of her employer conjured up fantasies that were most unseemly for a governess of distinction...

Lord Percy Hunterdon inherits them and a Gothic horror of an estate. He's determined to hire a governess of superior caliber, when Jean Morrison (desperately) answers his ad. She has never before been a governess, and when she encounters the dark, dirty castle and the evil dispositions of her new charges, her dreams come crashing down upon her. Almost too suspenseful, when she risks her own neck to save the day.