Once upon a time...
Joanna Radcliff has always dreamed of the day when sheâd become a governess and finally be part of a proper family. Except, instead of a warm welcome, sheâs given a frosty reception by her employersâand her charges! The only person who pays her any attention is the dashing Major Preston...
Despite their stolen conversations and tantalizing glances in the ballroom, Luke and Joanna know that their stations in life are just too different. But when this Cinderella governessâs life is transformed and their roles are reversed, will they risk everything to be together?
The Governess Tales
Sweeping romances with fairy-tale endings!
Meet Joanna Radcliff, Rachel Talbot, Isabel Morton and Grace Bertram.
These four friends grew up together in Madame Duboisâs school for young ladies, where
they indulged in midnight feasts, broke the rules and shared their innermost secrets!
But now they are thrust into the real world, and each must adapt to her new life as a governess.
One will rise, one will travel, one will run and one will find her real home...
And each will meet her soulmate, whoâll give her the happy-ever-after sheâs always dreamed of!
Read Joannaâs story in The Cinderella Governess
Available now
And look for:
Rachelâs story in Governess to the Sheikh
Isabelâs story in The Runaway Governess
And Graceâs story in The Governessâs Secret Baby
Coming soon!
Author Note
The Cinderella Governess was a treat for me to write and a unique experience. It was the first time Iâd worked with so many talented people to craft a story and characters. It was a pleasure and an honour to collaborate with the other authors, to learn from them and to exchange ideas on character traits, locations and history. Together we developed the physical world of Madame Duboisâs school, deciding where it would be located and what it would look like. In the end we based it on the Mompesson House in Salisbury. Co-ordinating other locations throughout England between the four stories was also fun, and a good reason to do some interesting researchâespecially on the little-known beach resort of Sandhills.
In regards to the characters, the creation of Madame Duboisâs backstory was the most surprising part of the process for me. Her story was inspired by a line in the prologue that Iâd added for a touch of humour. It caught peopleâs interest and was developed by the authors into a subplot which weaves its way throughout the four novels. This type of discovery arises from working with such creative authors and editors, and itâs what made writing The Cinderella Governess an exciting process that I will never forget.
A lifelong history buff, GEORGIE LEE hasnât given up hope that she will one day inherit a title and a manor house. Until then she fulfils her dreams of lords, ladies and a Season in London through her stories. When not writing, she can be found reading non-fiction history or watching any film with a costume and an accent. Please visit georgie-lee.com to learn more about Georgie and her books.
To the authors of The Governess Tales for all your creativity, collaboration and hard work.
Prologue
August 1811
âJoanna, what are you doing in the library?â Rachel gasped from the doorway.
âIâm wondering if Madame Dubois would notice if I took this book with me.â Joanna Radcliff clutched the thin volume of fairy tales between her hands and threw her friend a mischievous smile. âIn case I have to thump the son of my soon-to-be employer should he make any untoward advances at me.â
Rachel rolled her brown eyes. âSir Rodgerâs sons are still boys and away at school. You wonât even be teaching them.â
âThen Iâll use it to make his daughters behave.â She laughed and Rachel joined in.
Joannaâs cheer faded as she slid the book in the gap on the shelf. This had been her favourite one as a child. It was as difficult to leave behind as her friends, but she couldnât steal it. It would be a poor way to thank Madame Dubois for all her years of kindness.
âCome on, the carriage will be here soon.â Rachel took her by the hand and pulled her to the door. âWe donât have much time.â
They hurried out of the dark library and into the brightly lit entrance hall. Madame Duboisâs School for Young Ladies was a stately house on Cathedral Close facing Salisbury Cathedral. At one time it had been the home of a squire. Echoes of its history remained in the classical cornices above the doorways and the endless lengths of chair rails. The furnishings were less regal, but sturdy to accommodate the many young ladies whoâd passed through its rooms over the years. The old rumour whispered to the new students stated it was one of Madame Duboisâs lovers whoâd deeded her the house. To see the woman in her stern black, her dark hair shot with silver and pulled into a bun as severe as her stance, no one could believe sheâd ever been swept away by a passion worthy of property.