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Book Two in The Huntington Saga Series Novels~

Pirate Bride!

Miss Susannah Blakemore is kidnapped and sold into white slavery as payback to the Huntingtons. Will her pirate hero save her?

“The Huntingtons will pay. Oh, they will pay.” Plots and unholy alliances are put into action carrying out long-awaited retribution.

Only … one was not thought of. One was not even considered. How would anyone have guessed that a descendant of a pirate would take up his old family tradition in a mad quest to regain his bitterly lost love? The Marquess of Latham will not abide by this act of violence arranged for his precious love, but will surely save her -- will he not? And will he make her the next pirate bride?

Next? There must be a first to have a 'next'. But there was another ... centuries ago ... that still walks the halls of Stonecrest Castle.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Monday, October 31, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 20:

(I skipped some content about the children in Chapter 19 & in Chapter 20.  If you'd like to read it, click on the authonomy.com site to the right.)

Finally.  He had received their calling card, and had visited.  It had taken days.  But, she knew she could rely upon him to offer better, for in return, he had extended an invitation. 
Tonight! 
Oh, to be in his presence again!  What joy she would feel. 

*******

The rest of the afternoon was Carly’s, and since she had not gone for her morning ride, because of the rain, she was determined to now that it had stopped.  Quickly changing into her worn cranberry riding habit, she headed impatiently for the stables. 
            “Good afternoon, Joe.  What a lovely sunny day it is turning out to be after all.”  Her cheeks were rosy from her rush and excitement. 
Joe looked at her through crinkled eyes and said, “Well, now it is milady.”  Chuckling at making her blush, he said, “I’ll git yor ‘orse for ‘ee.”  Hollering into the stable, he said, “’Enry, git yor ‘orse ready for escortin’ Lady Blakemore, lad!” 
Carly sat down on the bench and watched as Joe prepared Clover Girl, who seemed just as excited and impatient as herself.  “I love this time of year, do you not, Joe?”  Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, she exclaimed exuberantly, “Mmmm!  I love the way everything smells after it rains.  So incredibly fresh!  Everything is so green …and the flowers are glorious!”  
Joe just smiled as she babbled on and on. 
“I do not think I know what kind of trees these are, but I do love the beautiful pink and white blossoms.  Are they apple trees, I wonder?  I do believe the horses shall be happy soon if they grow apples, do you not think so?”  Joe shook his head noting that she was always like this before a ride, giddy and rosy cheeked. 
“’Ere you are milady.  An’ where shall ‘ee be riding about today?”  Knowing full-well that the master would most likely ask this because he was about, Joe was glad that Lord Huntington always seemed to want to know her whereabouts. 
“Dear me, I do not know.  Wherever Clover Girl decides to take me, I guess.” 
“I think even Clover likes yor new name for ‘er.  Make sure ‘Enry follows you, and ‘e don’t get distracted none, milady.  Them’s orders from the masta’ hisself.  Now then, enjoy yor ride.” 
Barely hearing him, she flew off already at a gallop.  Henry had his work cut out for him this afternoon, Joe thought to himself with a chuckle. 

Friday, October 28, 2011

Friday, October 28, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog


Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 19 continued:

(Today's blog is rather long...but I think it worth it.  Do you?)

The next day, while the children were having lunch with Nanny, Carly decided to explore the house again.  She would love to know more about this magnificent place and the individuals which had occupied it all these centuries.  Houses like these were bound to have great stories: lovely romances, insane offspring, or ghastly ghosts.  Until Ethel had left, Carly had felt that she had had her own haunting.  She shivered with abhorrence. 
Carly’s explorations were showing her just what an amazing place Huntington Manor was, as if she hadn’t already come to that conclusion.  In the middle of a remote hallway, she came to a halt before two magnificently carved doors.  She thought to herself, this must be the ballroom, and said aloud, “I simply have to see.” 
            Opening one of the huge double doors, it creaked hauntingly as she peeked inside.  There was only one set of draperies which had not been completely closed, lucky for her; but it was enough light to show her a very grand room indeed.  Quietly tip-toeing over to the sun-lit window, Carly flung the draperies wide.  Light flooded the dance floor and dust danced and swirled playfully in the sudden beam of sunshine.  Seeing the intricate cut floors extending down the ballroom, she gasped in delight.  She regretted doing so, for the dust that was settling upon the magnificent floors was now invading her lungs.  She began to cough. 
Never before had Carly been in such a large room.  Deciding that she liked the color combination of pale yellow walls and deep cranberry draperies, she wound the curtain around her waist, pretending as if she were wearing the most insanely beautiful gown.  She imagined the room filled with guests, a ball in full swing.  She giggled with luxury.  She would explore more. 
Carly looked up noticing the enormous chandeliers carefully covered.  They reflectively sparkled where exposed to the light.  Incredible artwork was displayed upon the ceiling above, showing off the richness of this grand room.  Pulling another drapery chord to better see, she glimpsed the furniture that was covered with huge cloths, peeking to see cranberry upholstered furniture as well.  Here and there, paneled walls displayed detailed murals from nature.  Large encrusted crystal sconces were hung between each of these panels, light dazzling in rainbow hues upon the walls. 
Looking behind another drapery, she discovered a fabulous set of French doors.  Gazing out through the enormous glass panes, she saw they lead to an exquisitely manicured terrace.  In her mind’s eye, she again imagined impeccably dressed guests strolling by, arm in arm, enjoying their evening.  Immersed in her daydream, the coolness of the glass upon her hand pulled her back to reality.  She sighed, fogging the glass, disappointed her dream had not been real.  The sun warmed the glass quickly, melting the fog away.  Carly continued her perusal out the window.  Her next survey showed the terrace ending with a majestic staircase descending to splendid gardens below.  As if this very room wasn’t enough, such grandness, craftsmanship and beauty astonished her completely.  Turning around, she rested her back against the glass door, gazing longingly at the ballroom.  Blinking dreamily, her thoughts continued; thoughts of a glorious ball
Why should she care about such silly things?  Why even dream?  Such gloomy thoughts did not become her.  Smiling beguilingly, Carly’s mind worked again on happier imaginings.  All of a sudden, she glided out onto the ballroom floor as if she were a ballerina.  Twirling round and round, waltzing with an imaginary partner, she looked this way and that in a dance, her abundant pale yellow skirts swirling about her tiny figure.  Finished, Carly’s skirts billowed out as she sank into a slow, provocative curtsey. 
            Carly startled when she heard slow, precise clapping and quickly stood with her hand to her breast, horrified.  As Lord Huntington made his way to her side, she worried out loud.  “I do hope it is all right?”  After the incident at the lake, and again at the cottage, Carly was not sure where she could go without his wrath coming down upon her. 
            But Lord Huntington was different today. 
His boldness startled her as he took her tiny waist in one strong arm, making her gasp.  He took her hand placing it upon his broad shoulder.  Her other hand he took and extended with his own.  Looking down into her eyes, he captured her gaze so that she dare not look away.  She was afraid, and yet something within her ignited at his warm touch. 
In his deep voice, he commanded, “Shall we?” 
Without waiting for her response, Lord Huntington maneuvered Carly into a waltz.   Around the ballroom they danced to the music of imaginary musicians, but the only thing heard were her skirts swishing and their feet moving, in time together, on the highly polished floor.  Powerful arms carried her through the waltz as if she were flying instead of dancing.  Lord Huntington was a very fine dancer.  It was awkward for Carly to meet his eyes, but again and again their eyes locked.  His dark eyes were intoxicating, penetrating.  Her heart pounded vigorously, her lungs scarcely took breath.  His hand on her back held her close enough to him that she could feel his warmth, capture his musky scent. 
Slowing smoothly, gracefully, till they came to a gentle stop, Lord Huntington deliberately bowed in a courtly manner as she, again, sank low into her provocative, precisely-practiced, curtsey.  Still holding her hand, he helped her to stand, all the while looking intently into those gentle green gems that were her eyes.  Not letting go, he carefully, purposefully bent over her hand, lingering, gently placing a kiss upon her soft ungloved hand.  Hearing the intake of her breath, he knew he had surprised her.  Slowly, he stood, absorbedly watching her eyes.  They were wide open, easy to read; her berry lips barely parted, her breathing coming quickly. 
Hiccup. 
Creighton noticed that Miss Blakemore did this quite often in his company.  Did he truly make her so nervous?  Her sweetness moved him.  Deeply. 
            His own eyes sparkled as he spoke in his deep, reverberating voice, saying, “I cannot wait to see you in the ball gown that Miss Thompson is making for you—at my request.  I hope you will be pleased.” 
            Trying to catch her breath, and dare not hiccup again, she faltered, “I…I…thank you for the beautiful new wardrobe and for…for Miss Thompson’s fine talents being shared with me…my lord.”  She blinked several times, suddenly feeling faint. 
            “You have a naturally grateful heart.  I know that about you.”  Bowing his head graciously, he said, “You are very welcome.” 
Nothing could have prepared her for this moment as he gave her the most glorious grin she had ever seen in her life.  He was stunning!  Perfect white teeth surrounded by pale masculine lips—and a dimple she had never noticed before.  Sadly, it was gone before she could get her fill of it. 
“Is this lovely gown that you are wearing new?” 
            Gulping, her throat gone dry, she answered in a cracked voice, “It is, my lord.”  She blushed, squelching a hiccup. 
            “I must say that it is most flattering…upon…you.” 
He grinned enticingly again, her desire to touch his dimple overwhelming. 
He continued his conversation, aware of his affect upon her.  “I think it a fine decision to have new gowns made for you.”  His voice crooned over her. 
She could not comment, her voice stuck in her throat.  Who was this new Lord Huntington?  Finally, she was able to nod, only once.  This master of hers—he was so devilishly handsome.  His finger caressed under her chin sending a ribbon of shivers throughout her body.  Her intake of breath frightened her.  What was she feeling?  It was so foreign.  So—so delightful!    
And then all at once, Lord Huntington gave her a slight bow and walked across the floor with his brusque stride and was gone. 
Standing there astonished, she stared after him as if he were a ghost, not actually having been present.  Had she imagined he was here, dancing with her, holding her close, kissing her hand? 
Carly thought to herself with a dreamy sigh, if he was a ghost, she would surely desire to be haunted by him. 

Sigh...  I love this part. 

Ellise

Monday, October 24, 2011

Monday, October 24, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog


Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 19 continued:


Carly was thoroughly enjoying the company of Deborah Thompson, her seamstress.  It was raining again, and only having come to visit and say hello, she ended up spending a couple hours of trying on gowns, helping to stitch some, and talking and laughing at secret revelations. 

            “I simply adore him, Lady Carly.  It has been my wish since my sixteenth birthday that he would propose marriage to me.”  Deborah was blushing as she divulged her secrets. 
            Carly’s eyes were wide in amazement at discovering the life, trials, and challenges that this young girl faced.  Realizing that Deborah’s life circumstances had been made better only because of the kindnesses and charity bestowed upon her family by Lord Huntington, and previously by his father, she was astonished at his tender heart towards his tenants and their families’ needs.  Embarrassed at any thoughts to the contrary that she had ever had. 
            “I must pass his family’s farm each morning on my way here, and he seems to always find a reason to be close by to say hello, or to walk with me a ways.  He is simply wonderful!”  Giggling together, Carly silently wondered what it would be like to be so in love.  Never having known love besides that which she held for her family and friends, she suddenly thought of Lord Huntington and blushed, pricking her finger.  Quickly putting it in her mouth, she listened to Miss Deborah babble. 
            “Matthew says I should not be walking alone and all, but I must get here somehow.  I think if he could, he would walk with me the entire way.”  Deborah was beaming a beautiful smile as her heart showed upon her face. 
“It has been almost a year since anyone has gone missing…I wonder why?  I am so glad, of course, but what has happened to them, do you not wonder?  My brother, Paul, says he thinks they are dead.” 
Looking at each other with horror on their faces, Carly exclaimed, “What a ghastly thought!” 
As Carly quickly turned ashen, Deborah swiftly changed the subject realizing Lady Carly’s tender heart.  “I have always wanted to be a June bride.  But June is upon us!  I am afraid it will not happen this year.” 
            “Would you not marry in any other month if your dear Matthew asked you?”  Carly was very curious. 
            “Of course, but I would be so disappointed.  June brides are so very lovely!” 
            “But you would look the same, silly—in love—that is how you would look,” Carly exclaimed. 
Contemplating Carly’s wise words for a moment, Deborah suddenly asked, “Would you like to see the flower he gave me only just this morning?”  Digging into her bag, Deborah pulled from it a tiny book.  Carefully she opened its pages and pulled from between them a tiny little purple flower that was flattened. 
“Is it not beautiful?”                                                                            
Carly saw that it was merely a small weed that had flowered, but she smiled at Deborah’s enthusiastic response to her special gift from the one she most adored. 
            “It is quite lovely, Deborah.  I am sure you will treasure it always.”  Amazed and wondering at what Deborah was feeling, she thought to herself that she would very much like to try out this thing called love and the subsequent fluttering of happiness that would accompany it.  She was very happy for her newest friend. 

Thanks for reading with me today.  Join me on Friday for a haunting waltz.  :)
Ellise

Friday, October 21, 2011

Friday, October 21, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog


Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 19:

It seemed that all the wonderfully laid plans had worked their magic.  Carly was so amazed at the immediate transformation in Jonathon.  Even Elspeth noticed the difference and praised him for it. 
He simply beamed. 
Carly knew that he had received much needed reassurance from the one he needed it most; and that he was, indeed, loved.  Carly thrilled at the success and the change in him. 
At every turn, she encouraged the children, praised them, and loved them.  Often, she made sure there was well-earned playtime upon the pirate ship.  Carly exacted from the children the best of manners and the following of rules and lessons completed, but she thoroughly enjoyed showering her affections upon these two delightful children. 
            Several times already, they had included the ship into their lessons by confiscating the globe from the study for their own purposes upon the ship and plotted their own course on trade routes around the world.  They explored, through their studies, the different textiles and spices, etc., that were traded upon these routes and studied further what would have been exchanged at these ports as well. 
Carly found that the children were avid learners, devouring the fun way in which they were learning their lessons on these excursions.  They would picnic upon the ship, pretending that they were eating the foreign foods from the various lands they visited.  In fact, May had gone as far as to plan around these expeditions, planning meals from her vast knowledge of cuisine from foreign lands.  Of course, there were the favorites…and the not so favorites. 
Life was good at Huntington Manor. 

*******

Many ladies and gentlemen of rank and position had called at Huntington Manor since the master’s return from London.  Carly was curious about these people.  The ladies seemed most desperate for Lord Huntington’s presence, his attentions.  One in particular. 
He, however, seemed bored by the whole affair. 
Why? 
Would the master not remarry and give these sweet children a mother?  He should, Carly thought. 
How judgmental I am?
Some of the ladies seemed quite upset at Carly’s presence when accidentally come upon in a secret garden or room. 
Disdain was something Carly was getting used to in this house of important people.  But she did not care.  She had her charges and her growing friends amongst the servants.  She was content. 
Or so she told herself…                              

It's always satisfying when our plans work out, especially when it involves the happiness of other people.  And what of satisfying curiosity?  I don't think Carly has had hers satisfied yet. 
Ellise

Monday, October 17, 2011

Monday, October 17, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 18 continued:

Finally, the big day had come.  Jonathon was sitting in his room with Lady Blakemore and Elspeth. 
Carly still regretted that Lord Huntington was not at home today.  But, no matter.  This was an important event, hoping that it would show Jonathon that his father had been involved at least to some degree.  
            Carly held up a small black vest, “This you will wear over the white ruffled shirt.”  She laid it down on his bed and held up a red handkerchief, “This will be worn around your head.”  Carly noted that Jonathon’s eyes were getting brighter with excitement.  With the last piece, his mouth fell wide open.  She could see that he now knew what he was dressing to be.  “And this is your eye patch,” she giggled at his excitement. 
Jonathon fingered the costume and looked up at Carly in wonder.  “I am to be a pirate?” 
            “Do you think it shall be fun?” 
            He could only nod vigorously.  
            “And last, but not least, here is your buckle and sword.” 
            Jonathon gasped in astonished excitement, carefully fingering this fine gear.  Smiling brilliantly, he quickly nodded his head.  “I will dress straight away!” 
            “Let me know if you shall need any help.  Then I will explain further.  Elspeth and I shall be waiting in my room.” 
            “Thank you,” he nodded. 
            Taking Elspeth’s hand, Carly left the room so he could have privacy.  “Let’s pick out your favorite ribbons that we shall work into your hair, Elspeth.” 
            Elspeth gasped in surprised pleasure, “Your ribbons!  Oh!  I just love your ribbons!” 
            Closing the door behind them, they went over to Carly’s dressing table and opened the drawer.  “Which ones do you think you shall like, darling?” 
            Elspeth’s eyes glittered as if she had found her own treasure chest filled with fine jewels.  “I cannot make up my mind, Miss Blakemore.” 
            “Shall we match to your favorite dresses?” 
            Elspeth looked adoringly up to her governess and said, “You always know best.”  Carly laughed, hugging this sweet, darling child. 
            As they waited for Jonathon, they carefully selected the most delicate, feminine ribbons in Carly’s collection.  Carly had known Elspeth would pick from these finest, since she had quickly learned so much of this little girl’s taste and style already showing itself at such a young age. 
            A knock came to the nursery door, followed by the debonair Jonathon.  He held the belt around his waist but apparently needed help doing it up. 
            “Oh dear Jonathon!  You look so charming.  Does he not look charming, Elspeth?” 
            “Yes, quite handsome I would say.” 
            After helping him buckle his sword just right, Carly exclaimed, “Goodness!  I almost forgot the crowning piece.  We cannot have that now, can we?” 
With Jonathon’s eyes wide, he slowly shook his head in agreement, astonished that there could be more. 
With an excited laugh, Carly stood and went into her dressing room opening her wardrobe and reaching into the bottom.  She pulled from it a large red hatbox. 
Setting the hatbox upon her bed, she motioned for him to come forward, both children’s eyes bulging with excitement.  As Jonathon carefully opened the hatbox, he removed the paper and gazed down to see a captain’s hat with a large red feather plume stuck in the black strap.  Both children gasped their surprise.  Ever so gently, as if it was a priceless fortune, Jonathon gathered the hat out of the special paper and placed it upon his red handkerchief-covered head.  His grin was extraordinarily beautiful, all that Carly had hoped for.  What an adventure he was to have today. 
            Suddenly, Jonathon, with a giggle, took his hat from his head and swished it through the air as he gave the ladies a suave bow.  Placing it upon his head, he quickly hugged Carly, giving her a most precious gift before his treasure hunt had even begun. 
Hugging him to her and laughing with both children, she said, “Oh, Jonathon.  I hope this means that you are happy…that you are excited?” 
            “Oh yes, Miss Blakemore!  You have shocked me greatly with your surprise.  Thank you most kindly.” 
            “But this is just the beginning, Jonathon.” 
            He let go of her as he looked up into her face with greater astonishment.  “There’s… there’s more?” 
            Elspeth jumped up and down clapping her hands, “Oh, Johnny!  You are going to be so excited!  So, so excited!” 
            “Shall we tell him then, Elspeth?” 
            “Oh yes, please!” 
            Squatting down in front of both children, Carly was thrilled to say, “Would you care to go on a real treasure hunt, Jonathon?”  Elspeth squealed, jumping and clapping again, thrilled for her brother. 
            “Miss Blakemore!  Really?” 
Jonathon’s expression told Carly all that she had hoped to see; all that she had prayed for all these weeks of preparation. 
“I shall be glad to!”  As Jonathon, in a grown-up gentlemanly way, helped Miss Blakemore to stand, he hugged her again, his hat dislodging from his head.  He quickly picked it up as a solitary tear of happiness trickled down Carly’s cheek. 
She quickly wiped it away so the children would not see. 
            “Come.  Let us sit down for a moment.”  Carly guided the children to the couch so she could show Jonathon his first clue.  With a contagious grin, she explained, “I have placed clues about the house for you to find.” 
Jonathon’s expression was a myriad of emotions.
“They are numbered for you to see if you are in the right order for the next clue.  If it is alright with you, Jonathon, Elspeth and I would like to accompany you on your search.” 
            “That would be most welcome, my lady.”   He bowed over her hand, and kissed it lightly, and both Elspeth and Carly laughed in surprise at his chivalry, his uncharacteristic teasing. 
            “Oh, Jonathon.  You are such a dear.  Now then, shall you read your first clue and see if you can figure it out?  It will lead you to your next clue.” 
            “This will be so fun!” Elspeth cried. 
            Jonathon nodded his head excitedly in agreement as he read, “It says: 
Chocolate and cream is my taste,
To where should I make haste?
(If you wish to read the Treasure Hunt's conclusion, please log on to the link at the right, authonomy.com, and go to Chapter 18 to finish reading.)

Will the love Carly already holds for the children pay off?  Will her good deeds see happiness?  Thanks for reading with me today.
Ellise

Friday, October 14, 2011

Friday, October 14, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 18:

After his busy journey to the city, Creighton always enjoyed a break.  But tea with this most beautiful of companions was proving to be uncomfortable.  Why, he asked himself.  She was stunning, clever, and a darling companion.  And her escort was entertaining enough.  However… 
Creighton pushed his unpleasant thoughts aside, intent upon the day ahead.  He had business to attend to—the reason for being in London—and he and the Marquis of Southwickshire must be off.  Very soon. 
And very soon again, he would see her in Dunfordshire.  Of course, he would make time for her, he said.  She was, after all, one of his closest neighbors.  They had been friends for over a decade, in fact. 
How very demanding society can be, Creighton thought.  Still, he must be attentive.  His mother would expect it.  He would not disappoint such a devoted parent. 
As this lady daintily sipped her tea, her thoughts, however, were much more eagerly engaged. 
All her carefully laid plans must come to fruition. 
This time…

*******

After all her plans!  He was gone!  To London of all places! 
Fraught with frustration and gloom, she was inconsolable.  Even her companion could not soothe her. 
When would he return?  When would they be invited over?  She must call again immediately upon his return. 
Why was he always so elusive? 

Short and simple today -- but with two characters that will have great impact upon The Governess and it's sequel.  Find out more about these characters.  And join me on Monday for a treasure hunt!

Ellise

Monday, October 10, 2011

Monday, October 10, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17 concluded:

Often, evening meals together could prove quite troublesome.  Tonight was no exception.  And what was this letter that was so ‘all important’ that he read it at the dining room table? 
After a heated discussion about George and Ethel, Lord Huntington and Lady Blakemore could not help but continue their quarrel. 
            “I cannot believe that you would miss this special day for Jonathon.  After all our planning and organizing!” 
            Your planning.  Your organizing,” Creighton simply said. 
“How insensitive you can be.” Carly fumed.  She could sense that she was pushing him more than she ought, but she could not help herself.  “They need your involvement in their lives, especially Jonathon.  Don’t you realize?  Why else would I go to such great lengths to include you in this process?  Do you not see what I am trying to accomplish by this?  He needs your attention, my lord.” 
Darkness covered his face, inch by inch.  “I will not be told by my governess how I shall conduct myself with my children.” 
“Well, someone has to tell you.  All your servants are too afraid of you to tell you the truth as it needs to be said.”  Carly heard a distinct sniff come from the corner where a footman stood. 
However, Creighton’s face grew darker by the second.  “You are treading on thin ice again, my dear girl.  I have important business in London which cannot wait for a child’s treasure hunt.” 
“You are insufferable!”  Carly stabbed a piece of meat, inserting it impatiently into her mouth, and chewed upon it vigorously. 
“And will be more so if you continue this mantra.”  They ate in silence for several minutes.  Creighton wished Carly would choke on her meat, and just as suddenly cursed himself. 
Carly had similar thoughts and prayed to calm her emotions.  She must be positive, must praise him for what had been accomplished to the benefit of the children.  Some good had taken place, and she must remember that.  She sighed deeply. 
Repentantly, she said as she placed her fork down, “My lord, I must thank you, at least, for all that you have allowed.”  Her expression was humble.  “The results have exceeded my expectations of what I thought you would agree to.  May I please take this time to thank you, at least for that?” 
Surprised at her cooling temper, at kind words, he said, “You are most welcome.”  She nodded her head, picking up her fork again.  But as she continued to eat in apparent frustration, he watched her.  He was confused.  He still found it surprising that she would have such strong feelings for his children after such short a duration. 
But not when he would think of her character. 
She was the most unselfish, giving, wholesome person he had ever known in his entire life.  These actions towards his children would only be natural to her, he thought to himself.  Their best interest was her all-consuming desire, he could see, and yet she disciplined them, expected much from them.  He was continually shocked at this young lady’s accomplishments. 
Annoyed with the intensity of his growing attraction for her, he changed the subject rather abruptly.  “Have you had any further troubling incidents, my lady, of which you have not informed me of?”  Her expression changed to one of surprised urgency and worry, her fork frozen in mid air.  Regret for bringing up this deplorable subject consumed him.  Her fear, her worry ate at his numbness, melting his heart but a little.  Yet, it must be asked.  Creighton was most determined to keep this young girl safe, especially while in his home. 
“I…I have not, my lord.”  Carly could eat no more. 
“Good.  You will keep me up-to-date if you have any problems again, will you not?” 
Dispassionately nodding her head, she answered, “Yes, my lord.  Of course.”  Staring off into space, she suddenly shivered. 
Creighton could only grow angrier at watching her worry.  Someone did her ill.  Why?  Her discomfort was distressing to him.  Oh how he wished he could alleviate all her fears.  He must speak with his head staff.  They had better watch over her while he was gone.  Yet, had he done any good while present?  His irritation grew.  As he crankily stood, he said rather gruffly, “Very well, if you will please, excuse me.  I have much to do to prepare for my journey tomorrow.  Goodnight, Lady Blakemore, and…good luck tomorrow as well.”  With a brief nod, he left the dining room. 


After Lord Huntington and the footmen left Carly, she sat broodingly.  Why is he always angry at me, she wondered.  I could swear he was concerned about me for a moment, yet he is so moody.  Scooting herself away from the table, she noticed the master’s letter had been unconsciously left upon the table.  Temptation rarely caught Carly’s attention, yet her fingers itched to pick up the note.  She could not help but be curious about it.  Invariably, she tried to ignore it.  But what was so imperative that he should go to London now? 
She must know. 
Carly stood.  Against her better judgment, she snatched up the letter quickly reading a woman’s delicate hand, expressing her joy at seeing Lord Huntington soon. 
Was that it?  A woman? 
Embarrassed at her own curiosity and angry at her master’s priorities, Carly threw it back upon the table fuming and stalked furiously from the dining room. 

Stubborn people.  Watch with me as more become involved in this story on Friday.  Thanks!
Ellise

Friday, October 7, 2011

Friday, October 7, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog


Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17 continued:

As the children and Carly entered the house through the kitchen, they immediately noticed the stillness of all the servants present.  Doris, upon seeing Carly, sobbed into a dishtowel and ran from the room in a flurry of tears. 
            Suddenly anxious, Carly said to the children, “Jonathon, Elspeth…please return to the schoolroom, and I will be with you shortly.” 
            “Yes, ma’am,” they both said, exiting the room, curiosity upon their little faces. 
            When they were well away, Carly asked, “What is going on?  Why is Doris so upset at seeing me?” 
            May said, “Please sit down, love.” 
            Now she knew it had to be bad.  Nervously, Carly sat at the table as Penny served her a warm cup of tea.  Nodding her thanks, she waited. 
            May whispered, “George and Ethel have been let go.” 
            Carly’s eyes grew wide as she took the information in.  Confused, she said, “Oh, dear.  I did not realize.”  Uncertain as to how this connected to herself, she asked again, “But, I am at a complete loss.  How does this relate to me?” 
            Buford, the matching footman said, “George was to be watching you today with Henry.  But he wasn’t, was he?” 
Shaking her head, she said, “From what I gathered…I suppose he was not.” 
Carly listened as Buford continued.  “The master searched him out and found him and Ethel, together…” he left it at that. 
            Understanding dawned upon Carly, embarrassedly.  “Oh, dear.  So it is my fault that George was caught, and because he was caught, Ethel was...”  The situation unfolded in her mind. “Goodness sake.”  Shaking her head, Carly thought of the master’s anger when she had last seen him.  Surely, these servants had not benefited from his mood.  “I should talk to Lord Huntington immediately.” 
            Mrs. Thompson, who had entered the kitchen moments before, said, “You shall do no such thing, young lady.  They are to be an example to the rest of you,” pointing to the servants in the room, she continued, “to attend to your duties and not to falter.”  Nodding her head in approval, she said, “It was only a matter of time, my lady, before this happened.  Ethel was on delicate ground with me and my mister, as it was.”  Shaking her head, she added, “George, on the other hand—now, there will be a loss.  But not so much if he puts lives at risk.  That will never do.” 
            Carly worried as she absently stirred her tea.  Would the rest of the servants resent her for the loss of their friends?  Admittedly, she felt great relief at the thought of Ethel being gone from this house.  Disturbing images of her face cut into bloodied mirror fragments came to her remembrance.  Dark stairwells.  She shivered. 
Was it indeed Ethel that had been so cruel?  She had always seemed to be watching Carly, and she was sure it was Ethel that she had seen at the windows watching her, especially after their last meeting in the attic.  Carly shook her head worriedly. 
            “Now, now.  You must not feel badly about these things, my lady,” crooned May.  “Mrs. Thompson is right.  Ethel was on her way out, and Doris was well on her way too.  Doris knows this now.  This situation has scared her into reality.”  Nodding her head all-knowingly, she continued, “Doris would do well to learn from this experience.”  Peeling the carrot in front of her, May added, “George was stupid enough to follow those silly skirts around.”  Suddenly pointing the carrot at Buford, she added with fervor, “You would do well to learn from this situation, Buford.  Keep your head on straight, my boy.” 
Nodding his head vigorously, he continued to pace the floor, nervously biting his nails. 
“You might as well bring that tall friend of yours over to see if he can get the job straight away.”  Suddenly bright-eyed, Buford reached for his hat and quickly left the kitchen. 
            Mrs. Thompson said, “Penny will take luncheon to the children, Lady Blakemore, if you are ready?”  Her comforting hand patted Carly’s shoulder in reassurance.  
            “But of course.  Thank you.”  Carly and Penny took the trays of food up the many flights of the servant’s back stairway to the schoolroom. 
All the way, Carly worried about the ruckus she had caused and what the fallout would be. 

Yes!  A ruckus!  Carly always seems to be involved somehow.  Join me on Monday for another squabble between the master and his governess, and a secret letter.  Thanks for reading with me today.
Ellise

Monday, October 3, 2011

Monday, October 3, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17 continued:

Instantly feeling defensive, Carly questioned, “Off limits?  But why?” 
“Must you always ask questions?” he fumed. 
As he looked intently at her, she became anxious in his presence.  Those stupid rumors!  Surely he could not be a dangerous person?  A man of low morals? 
“I am glad, at least, that you did bring Henry.”                   
It could not be him, the person responsible for bad things happening, for he always seemed concerned for their welfare.  “And George, sir.  Did you not see George, the footman, as well?  Both he and Henry have been diligently keeping watch over us today as we walked the grounds.” 
“Diligently?”  He spoke quick, hot words.  “I have not seen George in all the time I have been searching for you.  But I assure you, I will speak with him about such diligence!” 
Instantly feeling as if she had been disloyal to George, she said, “Surely, he must be about?” 
“He is not!”  Abruptly ending this topic, he cleared his throat, and went over to look out the window. 
Not feeling as if she could leave his presence, she continued her train of thought, “I do not understand how a cottage that is not falling apart or dangerous in any way could be off limits, my lord.” 
Hearing pain and anger in his voice, she was surprised as he coolly said, “This is a place of lies and treachery.  I do not owe you any explanation.” 
Whipping around, he faced her, yelling, “My private affairs?  You mean my wife’s private affairs!  This is where she would come and…and have her private affairs!  Right under my very nose!”  He loomed over her, pointing in her face, “There!  Now you know my anguish, my suffering…my shame!”  Having said this, he exploded out of the cottage and left them all. 
Carly was dumbfounded! 
Never in her life would she have guessed the nature of his marriage or that his wife had been unfaithful to him! 
How could anyone be untrue to such a man? 
Now she began to understand more fully why this man had such anger in his heart; his pain, his doubts, and his unwillingness to give his heart completely. 
She remembered the sad poetry.  It fit his wife’s infidelity, and the subsequent torture he must have experienced.  And these poor children were suffering because of their father’s pain.  They each were living with this horrible wound each and every day. 
Sitting down, she was numb with disbelief of what he had just revealed to her.  She had not meant to intrude.  Did everyone know of this?  Was she the only one in the dark?  So many secrets. 
It was all making sense now.  There did seem to be animosity among some of the servants concerning the mistress, and Lord Huntington never talked about her.  Even the servants, who normally thrived upon gossip, seemed intent upon protecting this master of theirs from this pain-filled topic. 
Elspeth came running in, “Miss Blakemore, I am hungry.  Can I please have something good to eat?” 
“It is about time for tea, is it not?” Carly said absently. 
Having no idea, Elspeth simply answered, “Yes.” 
“Well, let’s be on our way back to the house then, shall we?” 
And with that, all three walked silently, glumly back to the house. 

An affair?  Surely the wounds have been cut deep. 
Read more about this on Friday.
Ellise