Exclusive extract from Her Heart for a Compass, the new book by Duchess of York Sarah Ferguson

In this extract from Sarah Ferguson’s new book, the red-headed heroine reveals her wedding terror as she prepares to marry a duke.

A flame-haired aristocrat, unlucky in love, who finds sanctuary in America: SARAH FERGUSON, the Duchess of York, found inspiration in her own family’s history for debut novel Her Heart for a Compass. This exclusive extract introduces the heroine on the eve of her betrothal to a man who loathes her – and sees her faced with a monumental decision.

Love, loathing and a lust for life … Her Heart for a Compass by Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York, is out on August 4. It is inspired by one of the author’s own relatives.

Montagu House, London, Wednesday, 19 July 1865

Ah, there you are! It’s fast approaching midnight, my dear.”

Lord Rufus Ponsonby, the Earl of Killin, was considered by most to be a presentable-looking man. His tall, rather lean figure was always immaculately dressed. His aquiline profile was suitably haughty, as befitted an earl of the realm. Every aspect of him was austere, repressed, and calculated.

Lady Margaret Montagu Douglas Scott took an involuntary step back as he loomed over her. “I’m all too aware of that.”

As ever, he seemed oblivious to her prickly reaction to him.

“Why are you skulking in the shadows? Perhaps you are insecure about your appearance,” he continued, answering his own question.

“Allow me to reassure you. Your gown is neither too simple nor too ornate for the occasion. Her Grace, your mother, has excellent taste.”

Surveying the man her mother had helped select to be her husband, Margaret begged to differ. “I would have preferred a turquoise gown, actually.”

“All young ladies in their first Season wear white.”

“Look at me,” Margaret persisted, exasperated beyond words because Killin never did look at her, not properly. “Don’t you think I resemble a ghost at my own betrothal party? I am, quite literally, a spectre at the feast.”

Spirited heroine … Sarah Ferguson’s character Margaret is no pushover.

His lordship, his attention on his watch, didn’t notice the note of suppressed hysteria in her tone. Killin checked his gold timepiece against the ballroom clock before snapping the case

closed and returning it to his waistcoat pocket.

“We had better join your parents for the announcement,” he said. “They will be getting anxious.”

That little vocal tic he had, something between a cough and a snort, as if he were about to clear his throat and decided against it, made Margaret’s toes curl. No-one else seemed to notice, yet every time he opened his mouth to speak she braced herself for it. “I think

if anyone has a right to be anxious,” she said, smiling through gritted teeth, “it should be me. My life is about to change forever, after all.”

Though he smiled in return, it was a token effort that failed to be reflected in his eyes. “We are on the brink of a new life together, Lady Margaret. I for one am eager to embrace it.”

The very notion of being embraced by him was repellent. Fortunately, in the month since their match had been arranged, he had made no attempt to do any such thing, allowing Margaret to ignore her own physical revulsion and persuade herself that she would be able to reconcile herself to marrying him. He had never tried to kiss her. If he touched her, it was merely to usher her here or there, and his hands never lingered on her. Was all that about to change? She shuddered inwardly. Was this model of propriety simply a gentleman patiently waiting until his matrimonial rights were formally endorsed? Dear heavens, even trying to imagine his lips on hers made her want to scrub her mouth with her handkerchief.

Once the formal announcement was made, there would be no going back. She would be engaged to be married to a man she loathed and who, she was utterly convinced, didn’t give a damn about her.

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No, worse than that. The more time she spent in Killin’s company, the more certain Margaret became that he actively disliked her. She had tried to believe otherwise, but she was increasingly aware of his carefully disguised disapproval of everything about her, from her

manner to her weight.

The fact that he managed to keep his feelings so well hidden from everyone else was another source of irritation. Although feelings, Margaret reminded herself, were quite irrelevant when it came to matchmaking. Killin was set on marrying her for his own ends,

and her parents were even more determined that she marry him. She had resolved to make them all happy by doing her duty, which was undoubtedly the correct course of action, so why were her wretched instincts choosing this highly inconvenient moment to rebel? Was

she really going to marry this man? It seemed suddenly, terrifyingly, impossible.

“Lady Margaret! We really must join the duke and duchess. Their patience, like mine, must be wearing thin.”

To speak up now, after weeks of biting her tongue, was unthinkable. And futile. Defeated and dejected, her only option was to brace herself for the inevitable. “I need a moment alone to collect my thoughts. Please, I beg of you,” Margaret added, seeing his resistance forming. “I wish to compose myself, my lord. All eyes will be upon us, and I don’t want to let you down.”

More importantly, she didn’t want to let Mama down. Or Papa.

To her immense relief, Killin conceded. “Very well then, if you must. But don’t be long.”

Without giving him a chance to change his mind, Margaret hurried away. The atmosphere in the crowded ballroom was stifling. She was so hot and flustered she couldn’t think straight. Oh, for a lungful of pure, fresh air, or better still, for the familiar, comforting smells of the stable block back home in Dalkeith.

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Margaret slipped out through the French doors, her senses assaulted by the acrid stench of the Thames, for the gardens of Montagu House faced directly onto the river.

Her heart was racing. Edging farther away from the hubbub of the ballroom, she came smack up against the balustrade, snatching at it just in time to prevent herself from stumbling down the steps and into the darkened gardens.

Her hair would be frizzing in the damp air, ruining all poor Molly’s hard work. What she’d give to pull every pin from her rebellious red mop and let it tumble wild and loose down her back. At least then one part of her would be free.

The notion made her laugh. Her laughter had a manic edge. Her feet took another cautious step backwards, down the first of the steps leading to the garden.

She wasn’t running away.

She could not possibly run away.

She really ought to return to the ballroom and get on with it. Yet somehow she found herself at the bottom of the steps.

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Of their own accord, her feet began to back her slowly away from the house, along the path that wound its way through the garden to the wall bordering the Thames.

The press had been speculating about the announcement for weeks.

The highest born and most illustrious and influential members of society were present to witness it. Everyone who was anyone had come to Montagu House, for an invitation from the Duke of Buccleuch was second only to a royal summons.

Margaret willed herself to reverse her progress, to return to the ballroom, and join what amounted to a victory parade, with herself the trophy to be displayed. But she couldn’t do it.

Not yet.

Not ever.

Snatching up the folds of her gown, Margaret ran the last few yards to the garden gate. Heaving it open, she stumbled through, pulling it closed behind her, and fled into the night.

Her Heart for a Compass, by Sarah Ferguson and Marguerite Kaye, published by Mills & Boon, is on sale from August 4. You can pre-order now at Booktopia, Big W, Dymocks, QBD Books and Amazon Australia.

Originally published as Exclusive extract from Her Heart for a Compass, the new book by Duchess of York Sarah Ferguson