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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 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

2 comments:

Tricia said...

Another beautiful chapter, Ellise. I do love a little sizzle.

Weaver Reads said...

Thank you, Tricia! I appreciate your feedback. Friday is even better though... ;)

Ellise