He’s a grumpy aristocrat, ruling over an empty manor on a windswept island. I’m the chatty housemaid who’s driving him insane… Lord Westmore might be the loneliest man in existence. He lives on this echoey estate, perched on a wind-beaten island and cut off from the mainland by the tides. Throw a party? The lord of the manor would rather die. He’s too busy brooding in his library, prowling through his huge greenhouses, and poring over rare plant specimens from around the globe. The lord does not want any distractions from his research. Especially not me. First it’s the amount of noise I make. Then it’s my scent. Little by little, I erode the lord’s sense of peace, until finally sparks fly in his study. He can’t tolerate me for a moment longer. But Lord Westmore doesn’t hate me nearly as much as he claims. And soon enough, he’s seeking me out too. If only I could thaw my grumpy boss’s heart… The Lord of the Manor is a short and steamy instalove novella, starring a lonely aristocrat and the sunny housemaid he desperately wants to claim.