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AN UNWILLING BARONESS<br />
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Yes, what happened to Baron Frederick Von Richter you ask? Has he met his match in Martha Arden?<br />
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Martha Arden has left England to escape the humiliation of a broken engagement. Going to Virginia to visit her cousin Jude, and his wife, Chloe, Martha becomes an unwitting pawn in their game to find a wife for their jilted friend, Frederick Von Richter. Will the ploy work? Will Martha be a bride for the baron?<br />
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<st1:place><st1:city><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Hampton</span></i></st1:city><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">, </span></i><st1:state><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Virginia</span></i></st1:state></st1:place><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> 1824<o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chloe
smiled at her and Martha didn’t like it. What was going on in her head? Something
was amiss. Both she and Martha’s cousin Jude had been odd all day. And not odd
in the way Colonials were odd. But odd all together. They’d been whispering
when she walked in at breakfast and now at tea Chloe’s gaze kept darting about
the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha’s
manners were impeccable but she had to know what was going on. After all, she
had come to </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">America</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> for a
change and being bolder would definitely be a change. She set her tea cup down,
the sound of the cup rattling against the saucer bringing Chloe’s wild brown eyes
to rest upon her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Is
there something you need to tell me?” she asked, her tone sharper than she
intended. The question seemed to catch Chloe off guard and her tanned cheeks
flushed crimson. That was another thing about the colonies. The women seemed
more comfortable, less inhibited. Why even Chloe’s auburn hair had lightened
under the intense </span><st1:state><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Virginia</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> sun.
There was a robust, healthy glow about her that made her even more beautiful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“No,
why do you ask?” Chloe’s voice trembled just the littlest bit and to the
untrained ear of a novice, that may have gone unnoticed. But to a governess to
three of the most conniving, lovable brats to ever trample the English
countryside, Martha heard it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“It’s
obvious. Both you and Jude are behaving strangely. Have I done something to
offend? Should I not have come?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chloe’s
mouth opened and snapped shut at the sound of the front door opening. She
stood. “Not at all, my dear Martha. I am so glad to have you here.” Moving
around the tea cart, she gripped her hands together. She was excited about
something, but about what, Martha had no clue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Why
the intrigue then?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Don’t
be silly,” Chloe said, her skirts rustling as she walked toward the parlor
door. “An old friend has only just arrived from </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Germany</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> and I
long to see him. I have so many things to thank him for.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
see. Why didn’t you tell me?” Martha took a step back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chloe’s
attention came to rest upon her. “Because after what happened with Lord Sexton
I knew you’d want to leave.” Her expression softened. “I want you to stay. I
want you to be happy and I know you’ll adore </span><st1:city><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Frederick</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> as I
do. The baron is nothing like Sexton.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha’s
mouth went dry and her chest grew tight. Lord Sexton. The widower father of her
charges. He had made promises. Had told lies and left her hard fought
reputation in ruins. She had held off his advances, had accepted his proposal
only to have him break the engagement at the bequest of his father. Heat rushed
to her cheeks at the reminder of her humiliation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
don’t want you planning my destiny,” Martha said, anger taking control of her
usually composed demeanor. “And isn’t he the one you cast off in favor of
Jude?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chloe
visibly stiffened. “That was a very harmful thing to say indeed. Please do not
speak of him as if he weren’t worthy of the most triumphant woman in all of </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">England</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">…or </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">America</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Her
defense of him astounded her and Martha smoothed her gown. Ashamed. “I’ll be
out in the garden. The sun is nearly set and I imagine it’s cool enough now for
me to enjoy the weather.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">At
the sound of the front door slamming to a close, Chloe rushed to Martha’s side.
“Please don’t be rude to him. I should have given you more warning. I simply
wanted to…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Catch
me off guard?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chloe’s
awkward smile should have annoyed her. But she found it rather charming that
the woman she had known but three weeks’ time could read her so very well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes.
We need a companion for him. Not a wife. Just so he doesn’t feel uncomfortable.”
Her brow creased with emotion. “He loved me and it took us years of asking for
him to finally agree to visit. Now that he’s here I don’t want him to feel
like…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“An
intruder?” Martha inserted and inwardly agreed. Even though they were kind to
her and generous, she made sure to go to bed early, and go for walks as often
as the heat allowed. The love between them had her aching with a jealousy she
loathed and Jude was her cousin and not the object of her affection. “All
right. As long as you don’t think I’m a bride for the baron.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Only
if that’s what fate has in store,” Chloe said in a rush before turning her back
and giving Martha no chance at recourse. She hurried toward the door, her frame
lithe, and her step light. She was so very elegant and Martha felt like a
Clydesdale in comparison.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chloe
pulled open the door and upon the man’s entrance, Martha’s entire body shook. Every
bit of her came to life. For in walked possibly, the most beautiful man, she
had ever had the pleasure to lay eyes upon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Dark
hair, longer than the custom, full, well-trimmed beard. Bright blue eyes that
sparkled as they came to rest upon Chloe. Sparkled with a warmth a man should
only reserve for his lover. She swallowed the idea and suddenly had the urge to
run to the door that would take her out into the garden.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh Baron! It is so wonderful to see you. Thank
you so much for coming.” Chloe enveloped his hand in hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“My
pleasure.” He bowed his head and when he stood a dark curl rested upon his
forehead giving him an almost boyish quality. A quality that would have gone
unnoticed had the strand stayed tucked in place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jude
followed close behind the baron, the joy on his face mirroring that of his
wife’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Jude
tells me you’ve come to love </span><st1:state><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Virginia</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">?” His
voice was deep, the timbre rich and powerful. It’s sound soothing to her
ear…soothing, yet pleasantly chill inducing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
do. It’s a very interesting place with many different sorts of insects.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The
baron’s laughter was robust and when he turned his head and his eyes came to
rest upon her, Martha’s heart shuddered in her chest. The stare was intense. The
scrutiny, the boldness of it, caused her skin to heat. She’d never been looked
at like that before and his expression was anything but pleasant. It was as if
he realized Chloe and Jude’s marital intention. For hadn’t she? The two were
nothing, if not obvious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Come in, come in,” Chloe said, “and meet our cousin Martha Arden.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<st1:city><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Frederick</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">
stepped forward and offered his hand. Martha slid her cool fingers into the
warmth of his palm and when he leaned forward and brushed his lips across her
knuckles, her body electrified. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Frederick
Von Richter,” he said against her fingers, his breath hot upon her flesh. He
straightened. “It is a pleasure to meet you. You are all Jude spoke of on the
carriage ride from town.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m
sure that was a rather boring trip,” she said, pulling her hand free and
setting it atop her roiling stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Not
at all. For you see, he believes that we will be very suitable dinner
partners.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
didn’t like the way he looked at her now. No. He seemed bitterly angry and
irate. Why that anger was directed upon her she couldn’t fathom and the
unfairness of it had her seething.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Only
dinner partners, sir?” Her tone dripped with her own animosity. “I thought for
certain you had come all the way from </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Germany</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> just
to marry me. I am sorely disappointed that dinner is the very best you can
offer.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">She
didn’t know why she said it. Perhaps it was to stun him or to stop his unfair
assumptions. Whatever her purpose, his growling demeanor seemed to ease, if
only the littlest bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">They
stared at one another for a long moment and as childish as it was, she refused
to drop her gaze. She had seen Lewis and Lucy playing this game many times and
had chastised them for it and yet she still held her eyes locked to his.
Refusing to grant him even the smallest of victories.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Finally,
Jude stepped up behind </span><st1:city><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Frederick</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> and
patted him on the back, ending the ridiculous contest. “Come sit down, man.
Have some tea.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chloe
signaled Martha with a wave of her hand. “Cousin, let us find Maggie and freshen
up the tea? I’m sure we can locate more biscuits as well.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
didn’t hesitate. More than ready to get away from the rudest, albeit handsomest
man she had ever met.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“You
have to believe me, Martha,” Chloe said as they walked down the path and toward
the kitchen. The small, whitewashed building a welcome reprieve from the
suffocating unease of the parlor. “He really is one of the kindest men I’ve
known.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Is
he now?” Martha replied, none too pleased to be forced into the middle of this
intrigue. She didn’t want any part of this plot. She wanted peace. She wanted
to be left alone. Lord Sexton’s lies had wounded her to her core. Why did Chloe
and Jude think this sad attempt at matchmaking would work? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Did
you honestly believe that just because we both lost at love we would settle
upon each other…cast off to cast off? That just because he fell in love with
you upon first sight, that he would do the same for me?” She blew out an
exasperated breath. “Men don’t generally do that to dowerless heiresses forced
into servitude. Besides, I don’t possess your poise and beauty, Chloe. Or have
you lost your looking glass?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Martha
really,” Chloe whispered. “You mustn’t say such things. You are beautiful and
elegant. You carry yourself with grace and pride and-and dignity.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
felt tears burn her eyes. For if her cousin spoke in earnest, she still could
not believe the words true. “Please, let us forget all this nonsense. It
matters little now. The baron is in as much a mood to woo me as I am to be
wooed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Chloe
gripped her cousin’s hand tightly. “You are a treasure to me, Martha.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
smiled, glad that all the foolishness had been cleared away. “Now, if you don’t
mind. I would like to go for a walk before it gets too dark and I owe little
Jack a lesson.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes,
you go ahead. I believe he’s in the garden. But do be careful and don’t be
long. You know I will worry if you and the boy are out after dark.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">***</span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
walked the sandy garden path. Daisies and black eyed Susan’s bowed their heads
inward, narrowing the path and tapping her skirts as she passed. Eyeing the
boy’s blond curls bobbing up and down amongst the colorful array of wild
flowers, she made her way toward him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jack
turned to her, his blue eyes flashing with his pleasure upon seeing her. May, the
lad’s mother stood nearby, her face flush and aglow with the summer heat and
sunshine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Hello
Miss Martha!” The boy’s exclamation warmed her heart and had her forgetting the
baron. Children were so refreshing. At such a young age they were guileless and
full of affection. She thanked God every night that Jack was here, for he eased
the ache in her heart left by the absence of the Sexton children.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Good
afternoon, Jack.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">He
rushed to her and she bent to receive him in a most welcome hug. He smelled of
summer air along with the tang of sweaty little boy. It was the smell of
playfulness and youth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“What
are you doing out here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Waiting
for you Miss Martha. I’ve found a frog and I wanted to show it to you before Ma
and I take it back to the creek.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
stood and smiled. “Well, let me see it and then set it free. What sort of
animal is a frog?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“A
slimy kind?” he asked as they made their way to where May stood, her hands on
her hips and her young, fair face glowing with pride.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
laughed. “Yes, but you know what I mean. We talked about this before. Frogs are
am…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jack
bit his lower lip and then smiled as the answer came to him.“Andphibiants.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
bit back a chuckle. “Yes, well almost. Amphibians.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The
lad nodded. “That’s a hard one.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes
it is. I’m proud you remembered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“You’ve
come to view the specimen?” May asked, pointing at the brownish green frog.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
narrowed her gaze and stared at the creature, it was larger than she
anticipated, it’s legs curled beneath his pale belly. His moist skin glinted in
the sun. “He’s a fine frog. The finest I’ve ever seen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Aye
Miss Martha, he is.” Jack slipped his hands in the pockets of his pants and
pinched his lips “I’d like to keep him. Ma says I can’t. What do you think?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Both
May and the boy stared at her expectantly. May seemed so young and as they
awaited her reply, it wasn’t lost on Martha that Chloe’s father had taken
advantage of the poor girl and left her on her own to raise a baby. Had she
herself been younger, would she have yielded to Sexton as May had to Lord
Pembridge? Perhaps that reason alone was why she and May had bonded so quickly.
Why she wanted what was best not just for Jack, but for his mother as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“As
much as you like this frog, I think it would be best to take him to the creek.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Like
him?” Jack’s mouth popped open. “I love him. He’s amazing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Even
more amazing out there where he can eat all the bugs he wants.” She widened her
eyes. “And just think Jack, at the creek he can find a lovely girl frog and
have babies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“I
don’t know…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“But
listen little man, the babies will be tadpoles and we can watch them grow up.
Tadpoles, you know, start out with no legs.” She pulled a handkerchief from her
pocket and dabbed at a stream of perspiration that slid from her hairline. The
sun beat down on them and she worried the frog would turn to dust if he wasn’t
returned to the water soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jack
stared at her, astonished. “We got to hurry.” He grabbed the frog and headed
down the path that led toward the woods and the creek beyond. “Come on, Ma. We
want to see frogs with no legs, don’t we?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Martha
watched as the pair slipped from view and smiled. “Yes, thank you God for
Jack.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Circling
toward the house, a light breeze touched her heated skin, but the moist warmth
of it did little to aid in her misery. She wasn’t accustomed to such a stifling
climate and although </span><st1:state><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Virginia</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> had
many blessing, it was also cursed. Cursed with an array of biting insects and
cloying heat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Reaching
the wrought iron bench she turned her body toward the setting sun and sat. Pink
and yellow clouds met her gaze and she allowed herself to relax. It was a most
spectacular sunset and she realized that God was here just as He had been in </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">England</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">. There
was a definite comfort in that. For at times, she longed for the motherland.
The cooler weather, the cobbled streets, the joyful sound of her charges
playing. Lord help her, she even missed those spoiled rotten pranksters. She
had, after all, begun to look upon them as not just her charges. But as her
soon to be children. Damn Samuel for ruining everything and hurting her. Damn
him twice for taking her away from the children. They had just begun to respond
to her teachings. They had begun to love her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Despite
her strength, tears slid down her cheeks. When she started her employment, she
would have never guessed how much she would grow to love the little louts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">At
the soft sound of footfalls, she dried her eyes and looked toward the
interloper. It was the baron and her stomach dipped. She did not want another
confrontation. No. She simply wanted and needed peace in which to think.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Yet,
she couldn’t deny that he did strike a fine figure. Especially now with his
coat off and his collar opened. He appeared more relaxed and approachable and
when he smiled she felt her tension ease, if just a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Miss
Arden.” He stopped before her, his shadow blocking her view of the sunset and
casting him in silhouette.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“My
lord,” she said, wetting her lips. “Is there something I can do for you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“You
could allow me a moment of your time,” he responded. “And allow me to sit and
enjoy the sunset with you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Still
reluctant, she moved to the side and he lowered himself. The narrow bench
forced them close and she could feel his warmth and smell his pleasant, manly
scent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“It
is a lovely spot to end the daylight hours,” he said and turned to her. His
blue eyes flashed and his mouth turned down beneath his thick mustache. The
solemnness of his demeanor had her curious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Indeed
it is. I spend most of my evenings here. I like to give Jude and Chloe time
alone and I find many of my best and most serious thoughts occur on this very
spot.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Indeed,”
he remarked and the silence between them stretched as they watched the clouds
darken as the sun dipped lower and lower. Yet it wasn’t an uncomfortable
silence. There was a peace in it and when he finally spoke again, she met his
gaze. His eyes caressed her face with a gentleness she hadn’t expected and yet
found that she enjoyed. “Miss Arden, I feel the need to apologize to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">She
recognized his sincerity, for his face was so very easy to read. “It is all
right, sir. Neither one of us behaved very well.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“That
is not true.” He smiled now, with obvious relief. “You behaved perfectly
reasonably. I have been at sea too long and my manners far too unused.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“It’s
all right.” Martha let out a small laugh. “Lady Chloe as much as admitted that
she had hopes for…” She looked away, embarrassment at her honesty creeping up
in the forms of a warm flush.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">He
too laughed. “Jude spoke of nothing but you on our travels from town. But that
is not your fault and I should not have judged you so harshly. The fault is
mine and I just hope you can forgive me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">He
stood and offered his hand. When she placed her fingers in his, he bent forward
and kissed her knuckles. Standing he smiled and she noted his even, white
teeth. “Friends then?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Yes.”
She nodded. “Friends.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Chapter 1<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<st1:place><st1:city><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Surrey</span></i></st1:city><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">, </span></i><st1:country-region><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">England</span></i></st1:country-region></st1:place><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">1816<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Julianna,
how does it feel to be the spinster sister of </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">England</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">'s most beautiful bride?" Jonathan
asked, leaning back against the creamy yellow cushion of the settee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "I
rather think I’m the lucky one," Julianna replied, hoping she kept the
bitterness from her tone. But it was
hard, for Jonathan had a way of bringing a pot of water to a boil with a single
word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">"How so?" he
queried, his brow lifted in question. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">My, he was a handsome devil. She longed to slap the smirk from his perfectly
glorious lips. How she hated and loved
him. The bane of her existence and the
joy of her life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> She
looked at her younger sister, her pale cheeks aglow with happiness as she and
her new husband spoke in hushed tones in the corner of the parlor. Abby and Michael would soon be leaving to
visit </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Italy</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">. A
trip she had always longed to make and never had.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Well? I'm waiting," Jonathan said, giving the
back of her arm a pinch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Stop
that," she scolded, smacking at his hands to cease his painful pressure. "If you must know, I wouldn't wish to
marry into your family, Jonathan."
She lied. "Being bound to you by friendship is enough, thank you."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "You
wound me, dear Julianna. Do you hold my brother in such low esteem that you
would wish he didn't love your sister?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> She
rolled her eyes. "Please, I wish
Abby and Michael nothing but happiness."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Still
my sweet, your words crush my tender heart.
I thought you loved me." He pouted,
his words in jest. A joke that left her
aching.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> If
he only knew the truth, for love and hate battled for dominance in the darkest
part of her heart, at least where Jonathan Denbigh was concerned. How could he
not realize just how much he meant to her? Just how much he had meant to her
since she met him at the age of thirteen.
That she dreamt of him at night and now, sitting next to him, the musky
scent of his cologne, the warmth of his body…well, damn it all, it was too
much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Standing,
she smoothed the skirt of her azure gown and lifted her chin. "You don't need me to love you. I think you love yourself well enough."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Touché,"
he said leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. "But you have to admit, I'm a little
lovable."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> She
smiled down at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, I love you like a chicken loves a
fox."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> He
bared his teeth and growled. "Be
careful little chicken, or I'm apt to gobble you up."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Oh
really Lord Denbigh, I’m not one of your silly little half wits. Does that charm truly work on anyone?" But she had to admit, the idea of his
nibbling on her had chills racing across her flesh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Too
well sometimes," he admitted leaning back once again with an elegant ease. Lifting a long finger he motioned toward
Constance Whitcomb. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Dressed
in a fluid gown of saffron, Lady Constance demanded more attention than the
bride herself. Long, flowing locks of
gold cascaded over her creamy white shoulders.
She was beautiful and she now garnered Jonathan’s full attention. Oh, to
have him look at her that way. As if she was the only woman in the room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "In fact, Miss Whitcomb has grown quite
fond of the idea of matrimony," Jonathan explained, his gaze pinned to the
golden beauty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Julianna stared at the woman,
just the sound of her name rankled her and sent currents of jealousy racing
through her veins. She was ever so graceful and the way men gathered around the
woman had her feeling like a scrubbed sow in a silken feed sack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">"Oh Lord Nesbitt, you’re
so very delightful," </span><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Constance</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> cooed, her gloved fingers coming to rest
intimately on the young man’s wrist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Bennett Nesbitt smiled, his
handsome face alight with joy. Did her
mere touch turn men of normal temperament into grinning fools? She pulled her attention away from the pair
and glanced back at Jonathan and her stomach roiled. Had she witnessed a flash of anger in the
depths of Jonathan’s eyes? Dear Lord,
was he serious about the silly girl?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">"And you, sir?" she
asked, her voice trembling. "Are
you leaning toward a wedding of your own?
I’m certain your father would approve of the match."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Yes,
he would," Jonathan conceded, his jaw twitching with irritation. "But I would like a wife who can read
Shakespeare and understand what old Will was talking about."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "And
since when does a woman's mind concern you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Jonathan
stood and gazed down at her, his dark eyes flashing. "If I choose to share my life with a
woman, I want to be able to carry on a conversation that goes beyond the latest
fashion and gossip."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Julianna
lifted her eyes to meet his stern gaze. "I'm
sorry if I offended you," she replied.
"But this is a side of Jonathan Denbigh that I haven't seen before."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> His
expression eased and he gave her chin a playful pinch. "Perhaps you weren't looking."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Her
lips curled into a relieved smile. "Let
me know the next time the reformed gentleman makes an appearance. The rake has been gallivanting all over the
countryside for far too long." She
said the words with humor, but her heart knew the painful truth of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Leaning
in, his warm breath fanned across her cheek, her abdomen tightening at the
close contact. All playfulness and jest slipped from his countenance. Her heart beat at a maddening pace. "You'll be the first to know. For the truth is, Lady Julianna, I believe…" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Dear God, he truly did look
like a ravenous beast, ready to devour her. Had she become the only woman in
the room? Or was she little more than a
ploy to force </span><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Constance</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> to look their way? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Still, all joviality had
disappeared, the taunting, the teasing that exemplified their relationship,
gone. What she recognized in his eyes rivaled what she always felt when she saw
him upon entering a room. Was he going to kiss her? Right there in front of everyone? Surely not!
He was a rake but he wasn’t a fool. And what had changed that he would
even consider such a thing? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> At
the dull, rhythmic tapping of wood against wood, Julianna pulled her attention
from Jonathan. No easy task, for he'd
never looked at her in such a serious manner before. Yet she recognized the sound and it always
demanded her full consideration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Grandmother
Chesterfield entered the parlor, her graying hair pulled in a severe knot, her
silver blue eyes as alert as any bird of prey.
She focused on Julianna, her brow lifted in question as her gaze slid
back and forth between her granddaughter and Jonathan. She puckered her lips before tapping the cane
hard against the floor. As always, at
the harsh sound, all talk ceased and everyone stopped what they were doing to
look upon the </span><st1:city><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Chesterfield</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> matriarch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Abby,
Michael, your carriage is at the ready.
It is time for you to grace </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Italy</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> and allow </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Italy</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> to grace you."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Abby
let out an enthusiastic giggle. "Oh,
the warm sun, the blue skies. I can hardly wait!" She lifted the skirt of her pale gown and
rushed to Julianna, blonde curls bouncing, sapphire eyes alive with happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Take
care sister," she said, pulling Julianna into a tight embrace. "I will write every day to tell you
about </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Italy</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">. I
know how much you want to go, too."
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Julianna
held tight to Abby, her heart aching at the idea of her baby sister being so
far away. But more than that, it ached
for the change that would occur when she returned to </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">England</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">. For
they would never again have the closeness afforded to sisters that dwelled
beneath the same roof.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "You
take care," Julianna whispered, tears stinging her eyes. "And I will look forward to your
letters."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Jonathan
stood at Julianna's side, shaking his brother's hand. "Congratulations, again dear
Michael. Will you write letters, too?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Michael's
cherubic face lit up, his dark eyes flashing with mischief. "I don't plan on having time to write." He grabbed his wife's hand and kissed her knuckles. "But I'm sure Julianna will be happy to
share her news with you. Isn't that
right, my sweet sister?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Will
you?" Jonathan asked, turning to face her, his eyes too flashed with
mischief. "Will you share their
happy news with me?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Certainly. You know you're always welcome here. You have been since childhood. Why would that change now?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Things
have changed. Your sister and my brother have wed. Whether or not you like it, you are bound to
me by friendship <u>and</u> family ties."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> She
narrowed her eyes and stared up at him, the dull twinge of longing flared back
to life. "Jonathan, why are you
making lists of our connections?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-list-ins: "Lori Sowell" 20100207T1445; mso-list: none; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">"Abigail!" Grandmother pounded the cane on the floor,
her countenance demanding all chit chat cease and desist. "Your carriage will wait but your ship
will not. Now please, give your
grandmother a kiss."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> In
flurry of satin skirts and the scent of roses, Abby rushed to her grandmother's
side. It was an odd display of
affection. Abby sobbing on Grandmother's
shoulder. Grandmother's expression
offering no sign of sorrow except the single tear that ran down her wrinkled
face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Go,
child. God speed and much happiness."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Michael
offered Julianna and Jonathan a final tight lipped smile as he waded into the
fray of lace and linen. "Come
along, Abby," he said, sliding his hand around her small waist. "Make the goodbye swift and sure. For we will see them all when summer has
reached the gardens."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> She
nodded, her blue eyes red with tears. "Yes. I love you Julianna. Grandmother."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> And
hand in hand they left. Julianna watched
her precious sister embark on a new life, leaving her behind. Behind and alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Her
stomach roiled with the realization. She
was indeed the spinster sister of </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">England</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">'s most beautiful bride.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> She
pressed her fingers to her temples. "Will
you excuse me? I feel a headache coming
on," she said, fighting through her sob.
"Good evening to you, Jonathan."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Are
you all right?" he asked, tilting his head in concern. He reached for her, but she backed away. Was
that pity in his eyes? God, she could
take anything but pity from Jonathan Denbigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "I-I'm
sure I will be." She moved past him
and facing her grandmother, she dipped her knee. "Good night, Grandmother."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> The
matriarch reached out and touched Julianna's cheek, her gnarled fingers warm
and soft. "Good night, child. I'll see supper is sent to your room."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Unable
to fight the tears any longer, Julianna rushed into the hall and up the spiral
staircase to her room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> This
morning the house had been filled with joy and anticipation. But that was behind her now. Her stomach throbbed with emptiness for she
needed to speak to her sister and her sister was gone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Throwing
herself on the bed, she filled her pillow with her anguish.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "What
just happened?" Jonathan asked, looking to Lady Chesterfield and wondering
why she didn't follow Julianna. If he
could, he would have followed her. He
would have offered her a hankie or pinched her arm until she squealed and
forgot about her sorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> His stomach clenched at the memory of those
tears sliding down the young woman's cheeks.
Damn it, he didn't like seeing Julianna cry. Not one little bit. Seeing her irritated with him, he liked. Sad, not at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "She
realized her sister has gone and she's alone," Lady Chesterfield replied
moving deeper into the room, her cane tap-tapping against the oaken
floorboards. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "But
she's not alone," Jonathan replied, curling his hands at his sides. One
sister marries and suddenly the other is lonely? Confusion mixed with
frustration. He'd never understand the fairer sex. Never. "She has a doting grandmother and
friends who care for her a great deal."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Indeed,"
she replied, looking imperiously down her nose at him. "Now, follow me into my study. We have much to discuss and it needs to be
done alone."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">He glanced over his shoulder
at Bennett Nesbitt. The man had
practically drooled all over Julianna’s slippers at the wedding and now he
turned his wet nose toward </span><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Constance</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">. Not
that </span><st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Constance</span></st1:place><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> didn’t relish a wet nose. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Still, he followed Lady
Chesterfield to her study as directed.
One simply didn’t <u>not</u> do what Lady Chesterfield asked. It was bad form or stupidity. Either way, you
ended up doing as you were told with a pat on the head or switch to the legs. Having known her since his youth, he chose
the pat on the head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">Once alone in the powder blue
room, Lady Chesterfield shut the door. "Do
you consider yourself one of Julianna’s friends?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> The
question caught him off guard. "Yes, of course."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Lady
Chesterfield insinuated herself atop the well worn chair behind her desk. Resting her head on the back cushion, she
peered at him, her stare unnerving to say the least. "Sit, Jonathan. Keep me company."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> He
released an exasperated sigh. "Aren't you going to see to her? Make sure she's all right? If I were in your position, I most certainly
would."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Sit,
Lord Denbigh." There was an edge to
her voice that had him plopping down on the nearest wingback like a five year
old in trouble for pulling a little girl's braids. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> She
closed her eyes, her lips pursed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "I'm
sitting," he grumbled, setting his elbows on his knees. "Was there something you wanted of
me? For if not, I think I'd like to
return to Denbigh Hall. I'm tired and in
need of a strong drink."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "My
how you do go on," Lady Chesterfield mumbled. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> He
stood feeling utterly annoyed with the woman.
Where was the hostility coming from?
By God he wasn't going to stand there and take it. As fond as he was of Lady Chesterfield, as
much as he respected her, he really was no ones whipping boy. "Yes. And I'm going to return home. Please give Julianna my warmest regards and
tell her I'll call on her in the morning."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Her
lids popped open and her silver eyed gaze came to rest on him. "Stop!" she shouted. "Sit down. I haven't given you leave yet."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> He
crossed his arms over his chest and smirked.
"I didn't realize I needed your permission."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "This
is my home. Julianna is my granddaughter. You sir, are too close to her for her own
good."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "What?"
he asked, the smirk slipping from his face.
"Too close?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Yes,
that's what I said." She too stood,
the formidable woman was locked in a tiny body.
Yet she may as well have been six feet tall and three hundred
pounds. For she had him trapped with her
words. "She hasn't had a suitable
caller in months."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "And
that's my fault how?" he asked, hating the direction this conversation was
taking. Hating the notion that he caused Julianna any hardship. Hating the idea of her with a suitor of any
kind. She was his friend first and
foremost, not some sop’s lover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "It's
your fault because by all appearances, you two are connected. You walk with her to town. You come to play whist. You dance with her at balls and sing with her
at parties."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> He
sank back down in the chair and brushed a dark blonde curl from his
forehead. "She has been my closest
friend since childhood," he mumbled impotently. "I didn't think…"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "And
neither did I. Not until your brother
married Abby and I saw the sorrow in Julianna's eyes. She is the eldest. She should have wed first."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "I
see."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "No,"
Lady Chesterfield replied. "I don't
believe you do. You must sever ties with
her."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> His
gut tightened and he sprang once again to his feet. "I'll do no such thing! How can you ask that of me?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Because
I love her and if you care for her at all, you'll let her go. She needs to move forward and find someone to
make a life and a family with. Bennett Nesbitt
showed a great deal of interest in her until he saw the pair of you huddled
together after the wedding."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> He
paced back and forth before the fireplace, his hands shoved deeply in the
pockets of his jacket. "You're
asking me to leave and never come back?
Don't you think Julianna will find that rather odd? I don't want to hurt her." Hurt her,
hell. The thought of never seeing her
again, never hearing the sweet tinkle of her laughter, never ever spending
another relaxing moment in her company…
Well, that hurt him. Hurt him
more than he ever expected. And the very idea that Lady Chesterfield would see
her with that fop? Blast it, it was
unconscionable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Lady
Chesterfield pounded her cane against the floor so hard that it echoed against
the thick plastered walls. He stopped pacing and faced her. "Then you
marry her."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> His
mouth dropped open. Was she
serious? Surely, he had misheard. Marry Julianna? "That would be like marrying my own
sister."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "She's
not your sister. She's a beautiful
woman. Open your eyes man."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> The
thought of her silky brown hair and wide blue eyes had him momentarily
forgetting what Lady Chesterfield had requested. Yes, she was indeed beautiful,
and smart and sweet and he most certainly did have feelings for her. Why just this night, he wondered, and not for
the first time, how it would be to kiss her full lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "So,
you either marry her or sever your ties with her. Those Lord Denbigh are your choices, for at
this moment I am considering terms for her engagement."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> She
stared at him through those eerie eyes, her graying brow lifted as she waited
for him to answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Does
Julianna know of your plans? I hardly
think--"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Marry
her or sever ties," she interrupted. "Those are your options, for she
will be engaged by summer’s end and every single person of the <i>ton</i> will know it is coming well before
then."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "I'm
not prepared to wed," he said, clenching his jaw so tight his teeth
threatened to shatter. He would not be forced into a marriage, not by anyone,
not even Lady Chesterfield.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Then
you've made your decision." She
pointed a crooked finger at him. "You’re
dismissed."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "Good
luck to you and God bless Julianna," he shouted bitterly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Lady
Chesterfield shook her head, a wicked smile lifting the corners of her
lips. "Look at Julianna through
fresh eyes Lord Denbigh. Who is truly
the loser here? You have taken her for granted too long and if you wait much
longer, it will be too late. She will be
the wife of another and lost to you forever."</span> <span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Jonathan
stared at the woman. "You dismiss
me as if there are no feelings between Julianna and me."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "You
dismiss her as if her feelings don’t matter.
She is deeply enamored with you, Jonathan. Does that not mean anything?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> Jonathan
bit back the disbelieving chuckle that nearly popped from his lips. "Julianna in love with me? Don’t be silly. She couldn’t possibly—"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 26.0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> "I
know," Lady Chesterfield agreed, nodding her head with vigor. "She is entirely too good for a man who
would disregard her as you have. And yet
she has the tenderest of feelings for you." She leaned back in her chair and steepled her
fingers, eyeing him as if he were the most fly ridden platter at a picnic
luncheon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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a single man doing what I please with whom I please. Surely, if she loved me as you say, she
wouldn’t have allowed me to continue pursuing my passions without as much as a
word. Without as much as a hint of
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properly, not once did Julianna condone your rakish behavior. Why when she learned Constance Whitcomb was
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standing. "Is Julianna someone
you’d like to plant in your garden, for if she is not the best flower you have
ever seen, then it is time to end her torment. Allow someone worthy to pluck her and make her
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<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">HELLOOOO! I'm late posting this, so I hope you get it in time! I'm hosting a massive FACEBOOK EVENT November, 9, 2013...YES THAT'S TODAY!!!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">So swing by for your chance to hobnob with some terrific authors, win oodles of prizes and just have a good old time!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">We have a wonderful list of authors coming to</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">the party! Stop by. Visit with your favorite or meet a new favorite!</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">10:15-11:00 Lori Brighton</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">12:00-1:00 Jessica Killabrew writing as Jessica Anderson</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">1:00-2:00 Lyssa Samuels</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">2:00-3:00 Amy J. Hawthorn (A.j. Hawthorn)</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">3:00-4:00 Missy Martine</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">4:00-5:00 Alanea Alder</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">5:00-6:00 Charlette Morgan</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">7:00-8:00 Harris Channing</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;"><br /></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;"><br /></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">Most have promised prizes! So please come and tell your friends to come too! </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">I'm giving away lots of prizes...the grand prize being, well a picture paints a thousand words! :)</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; line-height: 15.454545021057129px;">Hope to see you there. It's open to the public, so invite your friends!</span></span></b><br />
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Street Team members wanted!<br />
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Do you want to read my book a week before it comes out? Do you like swag? Do you want to help?<br />
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Then you could just the person I'm looking for.<br />
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I need people to get my name out there...are you willing to help? If so, please contact me and I'll put invite you into my secret society! My email address is harrischanning (at) yahoo (dot) com.<br />
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Thanks so much and I hope to hear from you soon!!<br />
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Hugs,<br />
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Harris.Harris Channinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188344305955846746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422807.post-44364086560422343852013-05-28T02:36:00.002-05:002013-05-28T02:36:39.190-05:00Check out my 99 cent sale!!!!<br />
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Just popping in to announce that <strong><u>ALL</u></strong> my Indie novels and
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Which ones are my Indie books?</div>
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Well, here they are!</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">1.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In Sarah’s Shadow,</b> an American Historical
Romance</div>
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What’s it about?</div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black;">Mother Nature plays matchmaker...</span></i><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><br />
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Frostbitten Roberta Shallcross is a woman in need of a hero. David Henderson is
far from that. He's a drunk who can't get past the murder of his wife, Sarah.<br />
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When David grudgingly saves Bobbie's life from the </span><st1:place><st1:placename><span style="color: black;">Rocky</span></st1:placename><span style="color: black;"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="color: black;">Mountain</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span style="color: black;"> wilderness, she intends to return the favor. But will
their burgeoning affection be powerful enough to overcome his guilt and grief?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"></span><span style="background: white; color: black;">Lady Julianna loves Lord Jonathan Denbigh. But is he
deserving?</span><span style="color: black;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Julianna's grandmother, Lady Chesterfield
certainly doesn't think so but wants her granddaughter happy.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">When Jonathan refuses to marry Julianna, Lady
Chesterfield puts a ploy into motion that will see her granddaughter engaged by
the end of the season. To one man or another...</span></span><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">Three years ago, Chloe allowed her heart's desire to leave
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Richter, is she destined to become an unwilling baroness?</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;"><strong>4.</strong> <strong>The Demon is in the Details, </strong></span><span style="background: white;">a Paranormal Romance</span><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">Stella Campbell has come back to </span><st1:place><st1:city><span style="background: white; color: black;">Silverton</span></st1:city><span style="background: white; color: black;">, </span><st1:country-region><span style="background: white; color: black;">Georgia</span></st1:country-region></st1:place><span style="background: white; color: black;"> to bury her wicked witch of an aunt. But
is she strong enough to endure what's to come?<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Zane Weathers has been around a long time, like,
two thousand years. But he's never met anyone who touches his warrior soul,
like Stella.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Together they must face not only personal
obstacles, but obstacles straight from hell!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">According to Madame Xavier, Maryanne Mills Valentine’s days
are cursed until she finds true love. Join Maryanne in her humorous almost
romantic escapades and wrong turns on the path to happily ever after.</span><span style="color: black;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">Previously released in the MY FUNNY VALENTINE
anthology available from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black;">Swing by the site for all the details you’ll need!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks so much and happy reading.</span><br />
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Harris Channinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188344305955846746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422807.post-41500857438414717352013-05-21T01:47:00.000-05:002013-05-21T01:47:41.295-05:00Hey writers! Has Candi Wall got something for you!!!! :)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As if the question ‘Wanna pitch to an agent or editor’ isn’t
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hello! A huge thanks to all my wonderful hosts as I run all
over cyberspace talking about Agent/Editor Shop at the Musetracks blog.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In this crazy world of easy access to information, it’s also
easy to miss huge opportunities, or forget! Because I get so many comments that
writers either forgot, or didn’t know Musetracks did pitch sessions, I asked a
bunch of fellow writers, bloggers and readers to help me spread the word.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For those of you who don’t me, I’m Candi Wall, one of the
authors who co-contribute to the Musetracks blog. Jennifer Bray-Weber,
Marie-Claude Bourque, and Stacey Purcell are my super smart co-contributors and
goodness knows where I’d be without them!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve been hosting acquiring Agents at Musetracks for almost
two years, and only recently, we decided to add editors as our guest. We’ve
been lucky to have agents like Melissa Jeglinski, Jessica Alvarez, Mollie
Glick, Becky Vinter, Kevan Lyon, Scott Eagan, Lois Winston, Jill Marsal,
Michelle Grajkowski, Kimberley Cameron, Emmanuella Alspaugh (now Morgan), Laura
Bradford, Jenny Bent, Sara Crowe, Weronika Janczuk and Stan Soper.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our guest editors thus far have been Rhonda Penders w/ The
Wild Rose Press, Jennifer Miller w/ Samhain Publishing, Debby Gilbert w/ Soul
Mate Publishing, Beth Walker w/ Secret Cravings Publishing, and the editors at
Books To Go Now have booked three dates in the future!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">What we offer is a ‘Pitch Day’. I only take 30 pitches, and
only the first thirty VIABLE pitches that come in on pitch day will be seen by
the agent or editor. And I will warn you, I’m a stickler for following
guidelines. If you don’t include exactly what is in the rules… I delete without
prejudice. And I delete quite a few. (And yes, I receive plenty of hate mail.)</span></div>
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and there is a sidebar with Agent/Editor Shop dates and attending professionals</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve also created a Yahoo group so writers can sign up to
receive Agent/Editor Shop updates. I only send messages with agent/editor
attendance updates, reminders of pitch dates, and any information about the
contests we run on pitch day. Usually a giveaway or a chance to comment for the
Top Pitch Slot. You can request to join here:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Easy as pie! We welcome every stage of writer and at
Musetracks, we strive to help other writers, the way we were all helped when we
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hope to see you all at a pitch day, and if not, feel free to
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">~Candi</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Candi Wall is an author of contemporary romance, and YA.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her début novel </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Primitive-Nights-ebook/dp/B009SQRXU2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1351634148&sr=8-1&keywords=candi+Wall" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">PRIMITIVENIGHTS</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> released from Samhain in Jan 2013, and </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stay-Changing-Tides-ebook/dp/B00C870WBU/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367194447&sr=1-1" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">STAY</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">,
the first in the Changing Tides series releases from Samhain on Aug 6<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She’s a mother of four (21,17,12,9), a rescuer of six (4
dogs & 2 cats), proud auntie of too many to count, a soon-to-be grandmother
and great-auntie, a retired Cub Scout leader of 16 years, an avid animal
lover/protector and ex-animal control officer. Oh yeah, and wife. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></div>
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Harris Channinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188344305955846746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422807.post-356176368180907172012-12-19T00:00:00.000-06:002012-12-19T00:09:06.689-06:00THE NEXT BIG THING BLOG HOP!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /><strong>THE NEXT BIG THING BLOG HOP</strong></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The wonderfully awesome <a href="http://www.aislingmancy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Aisling Mancy</a> invited me to participate in <span style="color: blue;">The Next Big Thing Blog Hop</span> and I couldn't
resist this ongoing game in which authors talk about their favorite thing:
their work, more particularly, their Work in Progress.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The ten questions are:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">1. What is the working title of your
book?</span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">A MOST WANTON WOMAN</span></span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">2. Where did the idea come from for
the book?</span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><br />
<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">I was reading one day about<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the Jacobite uprising and thought how sad it
was that so many people lost so much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
delved a bit deeper and thought...hey what if I wrote a story about a strong woman
who ended up indentured because of the uprising.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">3. What is the genre of the book?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">It's an historical romance that
takes place in colonial America.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">4. Which actors would you choose to
play your characters in a movie rendition?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">Looks wise, Nora is very similar to
Katy Perry...can she act though?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the
male lead, Matthew Remington, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think of
Brad Pitt as he was when he played Louie in INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE--minus
the creepy eyes and teeth!</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">5. What is the one-sentence synopsis
of your book?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">OMG! That's tough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How about...Losing everything is just the
beginning?</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">6. Will your book be self-published
or represented by an agency/publisher?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">I haven't decided yet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">7. How long did it take you to write
the first draft of your manuscript?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">I'm still writing it and it's in
it's 3rd incarnation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> So far it's taken like 25 years...</span>Maybe this time it
will take!</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">8. What other books would you
compare this story to within your genre?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">I can't think of one!</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">9. Who or what inspired you to write
this book?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">No one...but history!</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">10. What else about your book might
pique the reader’s interest?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="color: blue;">Oh, did I mention that Matthew is a
not so reformed pirate?</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Here’s an awesome author I think you
should check out:</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"><a href="http://lajonestheauthor.blogspot.com/?m=0" target="_blank">LA Jones</a></span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Thanks for lookin'!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Hugs, </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Harris.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">What's the new book about?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Well, take a look below!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;">Mother Nature
plays matchmaker... <br />
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Frostbitten Roberta Shallcross is a woman in need of a hero. David Henderson is
far from that. He's a drunk who can't get past the murder of his wife, Sarah.<br />
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When David grudgingly saves Bobbie's life from the </span><st1:place><st1:placename><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;">Rocky</span></st1:placename><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;">Mountain</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"> wilderness, she intends to return the
favor. But will their burgeoning affection be powerful enough to overcome his
grief?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">How about a
little excerpt?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">His eyes flew open at the shrill,
panicky sound that the wind offered. It almost sounded human. He pulled off his
woolen cap and raked his fingers through his matted hair. He stared at the now
empty flask. What had Henry put into the brew? Whatever it was had him hearing
things.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">"Please, help me!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">An ungodly chill raced through his
body. Had Sarah come to take him with her? He welcomed death, for living had
become unbearable. Rising from his chair, he waited, straining to hear the
call, the call that would lead him home. If he heard it again, he would stumble
out into the cold and lie down atop the snowy earth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">At the sound of banging upon the
wooden door, he leapt forward and pulled it open, ready to see her, to welcome
her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The sight before him had him
recoiling. There she was, dressed in rags, frozen blood leaching through a
yellow scarf. Her hair hung in icicle laden strands. She lifted her eyes and
his heart sank. It wasn't a snow angel, but a human.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Gray, bloodshot eyes, not loving
brown eyes, pleaded with him. "Let me in…p-please. I'm dying."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">He stared at the creature, his
disappointment giving way to his duty. Pulling her inside, she fell into his
body, leaning hard against him. She was alive and yet he'd never felt a live
being that was so cold. Not one bit of warmth rose from her snow covered
essence. He shoved the door shut, fighting the wind that pressed and fought to
be allowed entrance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">She shivered against him, her arms
remained at her side, and yet she clung to him without moving a muscle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">He knew he should say something,
but no words came. How long had it been since he had spoken to anyone but
himself? Yes, he saw Henry from time to time, but he drank and Henry spoke.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"I-I'm scared to die. Please
don't let me die." Again the gray eyes searched his face for answers. He
had none. Death was something that came whether or not you were scared.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Pulling her further into the room,
he brought her nearer the fire. Taking action, he grabbed the blanket from the
bed, shaking out the dust before wrapping it around her narrow shoulders.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">She stood stock still, her face
cast forward, her eyes suddenly unmoving. She would go into shock if he weren't
careful. Grabbing up his now lukewarm cup of coffee, he refreshed it from the
pot that warmed by the fire and laced it with whiskey before offering it to
her. She didn't move, but looked at him.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"My hands. They don't work.
Nothing works."</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He set the cup down on the rugged
makeshift mantle and slowly unwound the scarf from her face. He expected to see
fiery red frostbite and feared she would lose her nose. To his surprise, a
split lip seemed to be the worst damage done. In fact, his heart clenched at
the youthful beauty before him. The large, honest eyes were but only part of
the gloriousness that God had bestowed upon her. Her cheeks rosy with the cold,
her nose pert and upturned, her lips…well once healed would be very suitable
for kissing.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He stepped back. He hadn't seen a
woman in the five years since Sarah's death. That was what attracted him. She
could have been polecat ugly and his body would yearn for hers despite the fact
that he would never be unfaithful to his wife.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He growled and took up the cup,
bringing it to her. Her jaw trembled as she opened her mouth and allowed him to
pour the liquid past her frozen lips. He carefully measured his pour and when
she pulled back, she sputtered and coughed.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"What's in that? Is there
whiskey in there?"</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He ignored her protests.
"Drink it. It will warm you."</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"I-I've never had the
drink."</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"It won't hurt you in this
minuscule amount." He brought the cup up again and despite the uncertainty
in her eyes, she did as directed and gingerly took in more of the coffee.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">A visible shiver raced across her
body and he took the cup away. He cleared his throat. "You'll need to get
out of those wet things." He pushed the blanket from her shoulders and
reached for the top button of her ragged and tattered coat.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">What the hell was she doing on the
mountain, dressed for late spring? But he didn't ask, for he knew the answer.
People never took the warnings seriously. Never believed how unbelievably fast
a blizzard could rise up and whiten the world. Yes, it was only October, but
sometimes winter came early. You always had to be ready because when it came,
it overstayed its welcome.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He unfastened the top button and
then another and she still just stood there, her eyes cast forward. She was a
trusting soul, one that could be easily taken advantage of. Lucky for her she
had found the only mountain man in <st1:state><st1:place>Colorado</st1:place></st1:state>
who wouldn't ravage her, iced over or not.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;">Mother Nature
plays matchmaker... <br />
<br />
Frostbitten Roberta Shallcross is a woman in need of a hero. David Henderson is
far from that. He's a drunk who can't get past the murder of his wife, Sarah.<br />
<br />
When David grudgingly saves Bobbie's life from the </span><st1:place><st1:placename><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;">Rocky</span></st1:placename><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;">Mountain</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"> wilderness, she intends to return the
favor. But will their burgeoning affection be powerful enough to overcome his
grief?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size: x-small;"> H</span></o:p></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">ow about a
little excerpt?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">His eyes flew open at the shrill,
panicky sound that the wind offered. It almost sounded human. He pulled off his
woolen cap and raked his fingers through his matted hair. He stared at the now
empty flask. What had Henry put into the brew? Whatever it was had him hearing
things.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"Please, help me!"</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">An ungodly chill raced through his
body. Had Sarah come to take him with her? He welcomed death, for living had
become unbearable. Rising from his chair, he waited, straining to hear the
call, the call that would lead him home. If he heard it again, he would stumble
out into the cold and lie down atop the snowy earth.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">At the sound of banging upon the
wooden door, he leapt forward and pulled it open, ready to see her, to welcome
her.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">The sight before him had him
recoiling. There she was, dressed in rags, frozen blood leaching through a
yellow scarf. Her hair hung in icicle laden strands. She lifted her eyes and
his heart sank. It wasn't a snow angel, but a human.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Gray, bloodshot eyes, not loving
brown eyes, pleaded with him. "Let me in…p-please. I'm dying."</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He stared at the creature, his
disappointment giving way to his duty. Pulling her inside, she fell into his
body, leaning hard against him. She was alive and yet he'd never felt a live
being that was so cold. Not one bit of warmth rose from her snow covered
essence. He shoved the door shut, fighting the wind that pressed and fought to
be allowed entrance.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">She shivered against him, her arms
remained at her side, and yet she clung to him without moving a muscle.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He knew he should say something, but
no words came. How long had it been since he had spoken to anyone but himself?
Yes, he saw Henry from time to time, but he drank and Henry spoke.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"I-I'm scared to die. Please
don't let me die." Again the gray eyes searched his face for answers. He
had none. Death was something that came whether or not you were scared.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Pulling her further into the room,
he brought her nearer the fire. Taking action, he grabbed the blanket from the
bed, shaking out the dust before wrapping it around her narrow shoulders.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">She stood stock still, her face
cast forward, her eyes suddenly unmoving. She would go into shock if he weren't
careful. Grabbing up his now lukewarm cup of coffee, he refreshed it from the
pot that warmed by the fire and laced it with whiskey before offering it to
her. She didn't move, but looked at him.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"My hands. They don't work.
Nothing works."</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He set the cup down on the rugged
makeshift mantle and slowly unwound the scarf from her face. He expected to see
fiery red frostbite and feared she would lose her nose. To his surprise, a
split lip seemed to be the worst damage done. In fact, his heart clenched at
the youthful beauty before him. The large, honest eyes were but only part of
the gloriousness that God had bestowed upon her. Her cheeks rosy with the cold,
her nose pert and upturned, her lips…well once healed would be very suitable
for kissing.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He stepped back. He hadn't seen a
woman in the five years since Sarah's death. That was what attracted him. She
could have been polecat ugly and his body would yearn for hers despite the fact
that he would never be unfaithful to his wife.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He growled and took up the cup,
bringing it to her. Her jaw trembled as she opened her mouth and allowed him to
pour the liquid past her frozen lips. He carefully measured his pour and when
she pulled back, she sputtered and coughed.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"What's in that? Is there
whiskey in there?"</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He ignored her protests.
"Drink it. It will warm you."</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"I-I've never had the
drink."</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"It won't hurt you in this
minuscule amount." He brought the cup up again and despite the uncertainty
in her eyes, she did as directed and gingerly took in more of the coffee.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">A visible shiver raced across her
body and he took the cup away. He cleared his throat. "You'll need to get
out of those wet things." He pushed the blanket from her shoulders and
reached for the top button of her ragged and tattered coat.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">What the hell was she doing on the
mountain, dressed for late spring? But he didn't ask, for he knew the answer.
People never took the warnings seriously. Never believed how unbelievably fast
a blizzard could rise up and whiten the world. Yes, it was only October, but
sometimes winter came early. You always had to be ready because when it came,
it overstayed its welcome.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.3in;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">He unfastened the top button and
then another and she still just stood there, her eyes cast forward. She was a
trusting soul, one that could be easily taken advantage of. Lucky for her she
had found the only mountain man in <st1:state><st1:place>Colorado</st1:place></st1:state>
who wouldn't ravage her, iced over or not.</span></div>
<br />
Hugs,<br />
Harris.Harris Channinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188344305955846746noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422807.post-60047611399893747302012-11-14T08:13:00.000-06:002012-11-14T08:13:01.053-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">What's it's about? Well I enjoyed THE UNWILLING BARONESS so much I thought I'd continue with the Regency genre for a while.</span><br />
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<span itemprop="description">Lady Julianna loves Lord Jonathan Denbigh. But is he deserving?</span><span itemprop="description"> Julianna's grandmother, Lady Chesterfield certainly doesn't think so but wants her granddaughter happy. </span><br />
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<span itemprop="description">When Jonathan refuses to marry Julianna, Lady Chesterfield puts a ploy into motion that will see her granddaughter engaged by the end of the season. To one man or another...</span><br />
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<span itemprop="description"><span style="font-family: Courier New;"> Julianna walked the path, the soft purple rhododendron blooms leaving her heart to ache. For when she returned to Oak Park, they would be gone, the camellias would be finished, the azaleas done for another year. She would miss her favorite season, trapped in the Whitcomb’s townhouse, surrounded by Constance’s things and not her own. <br />
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But she would enjoy them now and she plucked a purple bloom and studied it, still walking. Still trying to enjoy the moment despite the ache in her heart.<br />
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As she turned the narrow cobbled path that led deeper into the back garden and toward the orchard, she heard the soft thud of hooves on the packed earth of the drive just beyond the garden wall. Looking up from her blossom, her heart lurched. For just beyond the stone fence, atop his dark stallion was Jonathan, the sun glinting off his dark blonde curls. <br />
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Her breath caught in her throat at the sight before. There was no joy in his countenance. His intense gaze pierced hers and sent her heart in to a spasm of rapid beats. Dear Lord, what did he want? Anxiety skittered across her skin and left her feeling light headed.<br />
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Still, she lifted her chin and refused to look away. If he had something to say, he had better say it. <em>You're a Chesterfield. That in itself has you deserving more…</em> <br />
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Her grandmother's words encouraged her and she held onto the quaking pride with all the strength she could. It was now or never for them. It was time to move forward…together or apart.<br />
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In a swift motion Jonathan jumped from Arion's back and over the fence. Her heart fluttered again. My but he was as graceful as a Lynx. <br />
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"What are you doing here?" she asked, cursing herself for the quiver in her voice. "You said all you needed to say last night."<br />
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He didn't respond, just kept coming toward her, his shoulders squared, his gaze unwavering. She recognized that look. One that promised determination and a stubbornness that rivaled the barnyard's most obstinate mule.<br />
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"Why are you here?" she asked, taking a step back, her body colliding painfully with a Pipperidge bush. He came ever closer, a stealthy cat ready to pounce.<br />
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And still she stood there, wanting him to touch her, needing him to erase the pain his indifference had caused. <br />
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Now upon her, he set his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to him, his mouth crushing hers as he drew her into a strong, heady embrace.<br />
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She yielded to his kiss, her mind spinning, all her senses sparking to life. She pressed herself against him, her hands upon his chest, her finger curling in the fabric of his jacket.<br />
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What was happening to her? Never in her life had she expected his kiss to send flames licking through her body. Her core tightened into an aching knot. <br />
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God knew she should push him away. She should slap his face and yet she opened her mouth wider to receive his probing tongue. More, damn him, she wanted more. Needed all of him. A low, deep groan slipped from her throat and she slid her hands up, up and around his neck, her fingers entwining the soft curls that brushed his collar.<br />
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His hands traced the length of her spine, urging her ever closer.<br />
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She felt her self falling, sinking into him, losing herself in the kiss she never believed would happen, but he pushed her away. With her vision still shrouded with lust, she looked in to his eyes, they were darker than she had ever seen them before. His broad chest rose and fell, his mouth a thin, angry line. "You see, we are nothing but friends."<br />
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There was a cold, callousness to his words and an iciness in his stare. "If you felt nothing, then you are right." Her heart threatened to burst but what shred of pride she had left, refused to give way. Lifting her hand she landed a heavy blow to his cheek, her fingers stinging as she pulled away. The look on his face one of utter shock, his mouth agape, his eyes alive with anger. "Now leave and don't come back." Tears blinded her. "And consider our bond of friendship dissolved. You are a cruel man."<br />
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Finally, her tears lost their battle with gravity and streamed down her cheeks.<br />
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"You can't mean that what your grandmother said is true." He sneered. "Surely, you're not in love with me."<br />
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"I said leave." She turned her back on him, shame and humiliation spiraled upward from the pit of her stomach. "I have nothing to say to you."<br />
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"Julianna—"<br />
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"If I ever loved you, I no longer do. You are not the man I believed you to be." She felt sick to her stomach, her entire body quaking with disappointment.<br />
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"I'm sorry, I thought…Damnation, I don't know what I thought!"<br />
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Lifting her skirts, Julianna rushed into the house leaving Jonathan behind. She didn't look back. She would never look back, it hurt too much. She determined with the slamming of the door, that he had most assuredly kissed her goodbye.</span></span><span itemprop="description"></span><br />
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Harris Channinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188344305955846746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422807.post-19651486900621251712012-04-15T02:16:00.003-05:002012-04-15T02:23:26.201-05:00Welcome Cassidy Kingston!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmAICjkIFNT1_S5uieJqR5YBO9FEz2RvNlB59IqnxSuEo6ohgAfOnVIcPUiu9h5Peewck9RzBL0GtUPwzFbVkNdmT5dDDybZmTbALJJuXRALm_EnogjMzRs6PkL0he6kjMXx1bw/s1600/CK+Taste+of+Love+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731523235126892354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmAICjkIFNT1_S5uieJqR5YBO9FEz2RvNlB59IqnxSuEo6ohgAfOnVIcPUiu9h5Peewck9RzBL0GtUPwzFbVkNdmT5dDDybZmTbALJJuXRALm_EnogjMzRs6PkL0he6kjMXx1bw/s320/CK+Taste+of+Love+copy.jpg" /></a><strong>Today I'd like to introduce you to Cassidy Kingston! She's a super nice person and a darned good writer! The cover art is my first ever cover for Whiskey Creek Press and Cassidy was so nice to work with.<br /><br />Okay, okay, I'll stop gushing now and share the blurb, sample chapter and author info. about her first release with WCP Torrid...TASTE OF LOVE...</strong><br /><br />Blurb:<br /><br />Laken is a strong willed woman who is tortured by the fact that being a vampire is not all the books and movies make it out to be. Her maker, Richard, is a controlling one hundred and fifty year old vampire that makes fledglings to do all of his daily shores for him. The only human contact Laken has is with her nightly donors, hers is a gay man named Eric. After Eric has to leave town she end up with a new donor, Hayden. She is so drawn to Hayden she fears her maker will find out. Soon she discovers she is forming a blood bond with Hayden she is scared once the blood bond forms and Richard feels it that he will be angry with her.<br /><br />This is the first in a series of short stories based on the five senses.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /> <br />Laken finished showering and got dressed in a light pink silk gown. She pulled her hair back into a loose braid and sat on the bed waiting on her donor to arrive. There was a light knock on the door. Laken opened the door and gasped at the man standing on the other side. He was easily six foot-five two hundred-fifty pounds of pure tanned muscle. He had light hair cut short and emerald green eyes.<br /><br />“Can I come in?” He asked<br /><br />“Um, oh yeah come on in. I’m Laken, what’s your name?”<br /><br />“Hayden, I’m Hayden. Where would you like me? This is my first time so I’m kinds scared.”<br /><br />“You can sit right here,” She said pulling the chair out from her makeup table “Don’t be scared, I only bite,” She said with a giggle.<br /><br />This seemed to make him relax a little. She watched him as he sat down and looked around the room. He didn’t strike her as a druggie so this made her feel better. She was glad to at least have such a sexy donor to drink from.<br /><br />She walked and stood in front of him. “I’ll have to sit in your lap to feed, because you’re so tall, okay?<br /><br />He nodded.<br /><br />She straddled his lap and leaned down to his neck, she felt him tense up.<br /><br />“Okay you have to relax. I’ll talk you thru this. First I’ll lick your neck. This will numb the area so it won’t hurt.” She leaned back down to his neck and closed her eyes, he smelled so good. She slowly took her tongue and ran it up and down his neck, feeling the rush of blood under his skin.<br /><br />“Okay now I will gently insert my fangs into where I just licked, when I get thru to the blood I will retract my fangs and suck the blood out until I’m full, normal about ten minuets.”<br /><br />She gently placed her fangs on his neck, she could feel his pulse, and she slowly inserted her fangs into his skin, feeling a slight pop when she punctured the blood vein. She retracted her fangs and closed her mouth over the two small holes and started sucking. Her mouth filled with his hot velvety blood, it was the best tasting blood she’d ever had. She had to make herself slow down. She really wanted to enjoy this. She shifted her body to get a better suction on his neck, when she did this she felt something hard beneath her bottom. She froze.<br /><br />Hayden wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her body closer to him. She sucked even harder, drawing his blood into her mouth with a greedy pace, he moaned and his blood shifted flavor. It filled her mouth with a succulent and raw taste, she’d never tasted this before, but she needed more of it, she realized she was rocking back and forth rubbing herself on the rock hard object beneath her. She felt herself getting wet, she knew this was wrong but she couldn’t stop herself.<br /><br />With her vampire speed, she flung herself out of his lap and stood on the other side of the room staring at him. She noticed he looked confused for a moment.<br /><br />Bio:<br /><br />Cassidy lives in Alabama and is a southern belle who happens to love writing about things that make other southern belle’s blush. She has multiple degrees in subjects that have nothing to do with writing. When she is not reading or writing she is chasing kids and animals.<br /><br />My blog is CassidyKingston.wordpress.com<br />Twitter @CassidyKingston<br />Link to my publisher <a href="http://www.WhiskeyCreekPressTorrid.com">WWW.WhiskeyCreekPressTorrid.com</a><br /><br /><strong>Thanks for stopping by, Cassidy.<br /><br />Have a great Sunday everyone.<br /><br /></strong><strong>Hugs,</strong></div><div><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2lqKcBn8XDit5Geb9Ng_612aNsXWmFBUqQfr3iocz1MPGjrZ0Y8kLtV04PWQWCW6Fyt0IYWBmfaC3imaYrXTXDSyY8n8a3KBZoa9mm0uM_RvTVJ1CGLWwv4NctTzb63k5wd-kKg/s1600/harris.png"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 210px; height: 68px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731524646190658242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2lqKcBn8XDit5Geb9Ng_612aNsXWmFBUqQfr3iocz1MPGjrZ0Y8kLtV04PWQWCW6Fyt0IYWBmfaC3imaYrXTXDSyY8n8a3KBZoa9mm0uM_RvTVJ1CGLWwv4NctTzb63k5wd-kKg/s320/harris.png" /></a></strong></div>Harris Channinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188344305955846746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422807.post-80578606464147607452011-11-16T23:37:00.007-06:002011-11-16T23:53:25.748-06:00OMW! THE DEMON is REALLY PLEASED!<p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0e6jEMxgKQLgrf2X8xOOF2w82hNdjVt1dK2z9qnONEFWwYTzFBiuUEG6pGv7QZRA6XqFsth9VaHmRYmuf4f83nYIXuqPPCW4c_jyzY3ZXl21y6xg2HgTQmz-qjd9-kyRPLBkOZA/s1600/The+Demon+is+in+the+Details.jpg"><img style="width: 134px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675836544778345634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0e6jEMxgKQLgrf2X8xOOF2w82hNdjVt1dK2z9qnONEFWwYTzFBiuUEG6pGv7QZRA6XqFsth9VaHmRYmuf4f83nYIXuqPPCW4c_jyzY3ZXl21y6xg2HgTQmz-qjd9-kyRPLBkOZA/s200/The+Demon+is+in+the+Details.jpg" /></a></p><p align="left">Hello all! I wanted to give you all the heads up and maybe ask for a little bit of help...</p><div>My novel, THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS has been nominated by THE ROMANCE REVIEWS as 2011's BEST PNR--ANGEL AND DEMON category! WHOOO HOOO!<br /><br />How can you help? Well, I need your vote. So PLEASE take a moment and pop over to <a href="http://www.theromancereviews.com/bookvote.php">TRR</a> and create an account (really easy) and then go <a href="http://www.theromancereviews.com/bookvote.php">here</a> to find THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS by Harris Channing, (it's about midpage.) Click VOTE and make my day. See how much power you have? ;)<br /><br />Thanks to any and all who vote...</div><div> </div><div>Have a great day!<br /><br />Hugs,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PX20OnTmtsjdDkoTkuJJzhpqiCy3_YbO3CKunLBlH3EfhkTwZKgZm7KGmXqfC5kyNyz3Q73MHYhAA15Cj-X7AFUsV7nxBzLysF80wNOkMDNMc_fupqlws-3Bx0fGQeukAcUwig/s1600/harris.png"><img style="width: 200px; height: 65px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675836849798855698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PX20OnTmtsjdDkoTkuJJzhpqiCy3_YbO3CKunLBlH3EfhkTwZKgZm7KGmXqfC5kyNyz3Q73MHYhAA15Cj-X7AFUsV7nxBzLysF80wNOkMDNMc_fupqlws-3Bx0fGQeukAcUwig/s200/harris.png" /></a></div>Harris Channinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01188344305955846746noreply@blogger.com0