It's Here!

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.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Friday, November 25, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 21 continued:

Carly had not been to a dinner party in such a long time.  She was sure she should enjoy herself, for everything was fabulous.  Yet, she was reservedly excited.  Surely it was a lot to ask of her to sit beside the leering Mr. Stone.  He seemed to have reserved his manners for mixed company.  She would not soon forget.  Carly secreted away an impish thought that she would influence Mr. Thompson next time on the place settings.  She smiled at her hidden, wicked thoughts. 
As everyone started chatting around the table, the butler oversaw as footmen served the first course.  Delicious, creamy soup, fish, and a variety of vegetables were served in addition to the lovely meats, fruits, and artichokes displayed around the table. 
“Oh, dear Creighton!  You have outdone yourself again.  You always do for us though.”  Lady Margaret cooed at Lord Huntington as her chin rested flirtingly upon her gloved hand trying to be as close to him as possible. 
Lord Huntington seemed preoccupied, yet gracious as he said, “Always for the Pembrookes,” in his deep resonating voice.  
“And what of the Hansen’s, my naughty lord,” Miss Amelia Hansen flirted on his other side. 
Lord Huntington uncomfortably cleared his throat and nodded to Miss Amelia, saying, “Why of course.  How could I ever exclude you, Amelia?” 
Nodding her approval, she looked maliciously towards Lady Margaret, their competition ripe with envy.  The air sizzled with intensity. 
Creighton must control this situation, he thought.  And why had he sat between these two anyway?  Had Thompson conspired against him?  Or mother?  And where was she when he needed her expert skills at manipulating decorum? 
Gaining the attention of Lady Madeline, he said, “Mother wished for me to give you an hello, and that she shall be here soon.  She misses you terribly.” 
Snorting impatiently, Lord Pembrooke exclaimed, “It has only been a fortnight since they saw each other, my lord.  Hardly time to miss each other.” 
Ignoring her husband’s comment, Lady Madeline said, “I miss her too, dear.  She is such a good friend, always so concerned about me.”  Lady Madeline coughed into her delicate lace handkerchief, a deep body-wrenching cough.  As it subsided, she self-consciously looked back at Lord Huntington to say, “I am doing much better, though, you must tell her.” 
As they began the meal, Lord Huntington continued, “You have not been overdoing it I pray?  Mother and I are worried that you do too much.” 
“No, dear.  Do not worry so.” 
Lord Pembrooke sighed heavily obviously impatient with this constant subject. 
Mr. Stone put in, “It must be consoling to have such a devoted friend as Lady Huntington.” 
“Why, yes!  She has always been my best nurse, Mr. Stone.”  Lady Madeline beamed back at him. 
Carly noticed the dark circles under her eyes and wondered at her health conditions.  She visibly had endured much suffering, but seemed to have born it well.  Lord Carter poured wine for Lady Madeline as she began coughing again.  
Quickly, Miss Hansen got up from her seat to attend to Lady Madeline.  She seemed positively strained over her condition.  “Lady Madeline, is there anything I can do for you?” 
Lady Madeline silently shook her head before she drank from the goblet that Miss Hansen held for her. 
 “I daresay you get all the attention, mother dear.”  Lady Margaret smiled at her mother, but her eyes were ice cold. 
Carly instantly wished that this young lady would, instead, show compassion for the obvious discomfort her mother endured.  Then, unexpectedly, she noticed the cold eyes upon herself. 

What is wrong with Lady Margaret Pembrooke?  So uppity and snobbish!

Read more from this segment on Monday.  : )


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