Catherine had met and married her seafaring officer within days of meeting him. She had been selling jams and jellies for her church on market day when Thomas swept her off her feet. She fell wildly in love and when he proposed she was delighted to finally be free of her aunt. When Thomas shipped out two weeks after marrying her, he promised to return. Four months later it was confirmed that all hands were lost at sea. It was at about that time she could not deny her swelling belly.
Told by the midwife attending her that her child was stillborn, Catherine is beside herself with grief. Now, all alone, with nowhere to turn, she has no choice but to accept the position of wet nurse when it is offered.
The earl’s entire household is charmed by Catherine, and well pleased that she is able to bring peace and quiet as well as joy back to the manor. As Catherine and Thorne grieve for their spouses and tend to the young heir’s needs, the three of them begin to bond. They take walks, share meals, and read books together. They laugh again, which neither thought they would ever do . . . and they become friends. Then they kiss, and one night, when he discovers her self-pleasuring, they become much more.
It is a magical time on the coast of England. Southport is a bustling harbor on the cusp of wondrous things, and Sefton Manor and its inhabitants are about to embrace it all. Electricity is coming, social reform is around the corner, the flapper era from America is being greeted dockside and infusing exhilaration to the war-weary, and Lady Chatterley’s Lover is the talk of London. But soon there’s a mystery to unravel and secrets that beg telling.