The Wrong Kind of Angel
Chapter 1
Charles Farrington had long ago resigned himself to the fact that his deviant nature meant he was destined to be alone. He found himself unable to return the affections of a lady, and was unwilling to set up a pretence, so he embraced his solitude and satisfied himself with the very occasional foray into London for business and places where he could seek out likeminded company. After Napoleon’s eventual defeat he had resigned his commission and set up home in small, but pleasant house on the outskirts of a small village on the edge of the North Yorkshire moors, not too far from the coast. There was a distinct lack of local young ladies who might wish to pursue a bookish ex-officer, which pleased Charles, but this also meant that there was a complete lack
