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, January 6, 2012

Friday, January 6, 2012 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 23 concluded:

As Creighton made his morning rounds, he was successful in clearing his troubled mind.  He always found comfort in the outdoors.  Admittedly, he had difficulty sleeping last night and had also arisen early to refresh himself in the crisp morning air.  It always seemed to work, and was now glad that it had. 

But now, to his great disappointment, he spotted the mesmerizing Lady Charlotte and Mr. Stone from a distance in conversation as they sat upon their horses.  A stab of jealousy instantly pierced his heart.  Jealousy angered him, among other emotions.  Thinking to himself, he asked, What right do I have to feel this way?  He asked himself over and over why he was wasting thought upon these tiresome feelings.  Surely he had self-control, the ability to forget whatever he wanted?  Her even? 

But…it had not worked last night. 

Impatiently he thought, What is she to me but my obstinate little governess…that I took advantage of last night, he considered, sheepishly.  He tried to shake feelings of guilt, yet strong ownership over her, but it seemed he could not. 

Not allowing himself to ponder upon them but for a moment, he commented aloud, “Let them enjoy their ride together then.  Let’s go, Storm!” he shouted to his winded stallion and angrily rode off toward the stables. 

Carly was glad to get away from Mr. Stone, as short as the duration of their conversation was.  After talking with Joe for awhile, she made her way into the house passing Lord Huntington on her way upstairs.  Instantly nervous because of their passionate exchange the night before, she slowed her ascension, staring at him timidly, unsure of what to expect…what to say? 

Wearing his usual scowl, he glowered at her, barking, “Did you enjoy Mr. Stone’s exceptional company?” as he brusquely passed her descending the stairs. 

            She stood looking after him, confused by his words.  Obviously he had seen her with Mr. Stone this morning.  Had he assumed that they were riding together?  Horrible thought! 

Thoroughly confused at her master’s behavior towards her, one minute yelling the next teasing, and then last night kissing her, she sighed, and went in search of the children.  At least they would be pleased to see her. 

            And they were. 

How she reveled their company. 


Carly thought of all that had happened since coming to Huntington Manor.  Already very close to Jonathon and Elspeth, she felt gratitude knowing they had similar tender feelings towards her.  She had been so relieved to find Jonathon ready to accept her after all her efforts to draw him closer. 

Her master—he was a different matter.  She found her mind wandering to think on him often during each day, speculating at what he was doing, wondering if he was happy.  Sometimes she would come upon him in the halls or in a particular room, and he would generally be brusque with her.  At these times, she wondered at his display of intimacy towards her in the library…that they both seemed to ignore happened. 

What had been his purpose? 

His intentions? 

Sometimes she would grow angry with his arrogant assumption that he could just kiss her like he had.  Often brooding upon the subject, it seemed as if it had never happened.  At other times, she could think only of how it felt to be caressed so by his lips…ooh!  Shivers of ecstasy always accompanied such thoughts.

But mostly, she worried horribly that she was not living up to his expectations and satisfaction as a governess.  Would she be required to find new employment?  When she happened upon him, he would look at her so intently, she would become embarrassed at his obvious examination of her.  Approaching her in that proud, dignified way of his, he would proceed as if he would have conversation with her over something, only to abruptly excuse himself instead. 

Often confused by his behavior towards her, she was forever wishing she understood men more clearly because she obviously did not understand this man.  She felt that the blame of these awkward moments must somehow lay with her. 

And then, of course, her anger would begin all over again. 

Why should she feel to be blamed?  He was the guilty party.  She would ignore him as he ignored her.  Simple. 

Back to the daydreaming again…Carly busied herself writing her letter instead. 

Having spent the last year in mourning, Carly had not had time for any real suitors and did not feel well-prepared on the subject.  Her sister had even less experience.  In her responses to Susannah, Carly decided not to confide in her about Lord Huntington’s conduct, knowing Susannah’s tender heart would worry very much about her. 

Goodness!  She was worried herself. 

Carly could picture the lecture she would receive if Susannah were here, for it only took remembering dear Philippa for either of them to become sober over the mild flirtations of the gentry.  Oh, the scandal that had ensued over the newly betrothed Lady Caroline to Philippa’s dearest love, Lord Digby.  Carly and Susannah had argued with their father extensively over the matter, further arguing how horribly treated their friend had been.  It seemed it was not only his daughters that the vicar must calm, but the whole of the village.  Many a long service had been prepared to help the parishioners find forgiveness in their hearts for such a diabolical deed done to one of their own.  Lord Digby’s reputation amongst the villagers must be repaired, for not only was it right to forgive, but much industry depended upon him, whether he was deserving of the people’s forgiveness or not. 

Carly sighed heavily, contemplating her sister’s sermon that she herself would completely agree with. 

So, no. 

She would not mention her first incredible kiss. 

And men say women are confusing?  Join me on Monday to start Chapter 24, titled Torment.

Ellise ;)

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