Christian Romance with Sizzle

Monday, March 5, 2012 -- Blogging

2012-03-05T13:54:00.001-07:00

The wonderful thing about having a blog is that you can blog anything you want. :)

I've had a beautiful morning with my sweetheart, the best romance story I know...

I do hope to be blogging something regularly again soon, just have to get my feet under me again.

Hugs to you all!
Ellise

Christian Romance with Sizzle: February 3, 2012 -- I'm a medal winner! Woohoo! :...

2012-02-03T10:28:00.000-07:00

Christian Romance with Sizzle: February 3, 2012 -- I'm a medal winner! Woohoo! :...: I finally got a medal ! I'm slightly behind on reporting my great news. As of midnight (GMT), January 31, 2012, I became a medal winner ...

February 3, 2012 -- I'm a medal winner! Woohoo! :)

2012-02-03T10:18:00.001-07:00

I finally got a medal!

I'm slightly behind on reporting my great news. As of midnight (GMT), January 31, 2012, I became a medal winner on authonomy.com's website where the top five most popular manuscripts are taken from the Editor's Desk, awarded a medal, and reviewed by HarperCollins Publishers. I'm thrilled!

You can see my celebration here.

I couldn't have accomplished this goal had it not been for very kind and devoted backers from authonomy.com. I wish to THANK ALL the generous authonomites, many who have become wonderful friends!

Goals and dreams are amazingly important in our lives. I'm so glad to have this special goal of striving to become a published author. I feel I'm one step closer. Thanks for your encouragement and in helping me to better my manuscript.

You are amazing!!!! ;)

Ellise

Monday, January 9, 2012 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2012-01-09T09:36:00.000-07:00

Someone brought to my attention a possible plagarized copy of my work. Until further notice, my blog is suspended.

~Ellise

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

2012-01-06T10:58:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 23 concluded:

As Creighton made his morning rounds, he was successful inclearing his troubled mind. He alwaysfound comfort in the outdoors. Admittedly, he had difficulty sleeping last night and had also arisenearly to refresh himself in the crisp morning air. It always seemed to work, and was now gladthat it had.

But now, to his greatdisappointment, he spotted the mesmerizing Lady Charlotte and Mr. Stone from adistance in conversation as they sat upon their horses. A stab of jealousy instantly pierced hisheart. Jealousy angered him, among otheremotions. Thinking to himself, he asked,What right do I have to feel this way? He asked himself over and over why hewas wasting thought upon these tiresome feelings. Surely he had self-control, the ability toforget whatever he wanted? Hereven?

But…it had not worked lastnight.

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

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

Carly was glad to get away from Mr. Stone, as short as theduration of their conversation was. Aftertalking with Joe for awhile, she made her way into the house passing LordHuntington on her way upstairs. Instantlynervous because of their passionate exchange the night before, she slowed herascension, staring at him timidly, unsure of what to expect…what to say?

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

She stoodlooking 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’sbehavior towards her, one minute yelling the next teasing, and then last night kissingher, she sighed, and went in search of the children. At least they would be pleased to seeher.

And theywere.

How she reveled their company.

*******

Carly thought of all that had happened since coming toHuntington Manor. Already very close toJonathon and Elspeth, she felt gratitude knowing they had similar tenderfeelings towards her. She had been sorelieved to find Jonathon ready to accept her after all her efforts to draw himcloser.

Her master—he was a differentmatter. She found her mind wandering to thinkon him often during each day, speculating at what he was doing, wondering if hewas happy. Sometimes she would come uponhim in the halls or in a particular room, and he would generally be brusquewith her. At these times, she wonderedat his display of intimacy towards her in the library…that they both seemed toignore happened.

What had been his purpose?

His intentions?

Sometimes she would grow angry withhis arrogant assumption that he could just kiss her like he had. Often brooding upon the subject, it seemed asif it had never happened. At othertimes, she could think only of how it felt to be caressed so by hislips…ooh! Shivers of ecstasy alwaysaccompanied such thoughts.

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

Often confused by his behaviortowards her, she was forever wishing she understood men more clearly becauseshe 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 angerwould 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…Carlybusied herself writing her letter instead.

Having spent the last year inmourning, Carly had not had time for any real suitors and did not feelwell-prepared on the subject. Her sisterhad even less experience. In her responsesto 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 shewould receive if Susannah were here, for it only took remembering dear Philippafor either of them to become sober over the mild flirtations of thegentry. Oh, the scandal that had ensuedover the newly betrothed Lady Caroline to Philippa’s dearest love, Lord Digby. Carly and Susannah had argued with their fatherextensively over the matter, further arguing how horribly treated their friendhad been. It seemed it was not only hisdaughters that the vicar must calm, but the whole of the village. Many a long service had been prepared to helpthe parishioners find forgiveness in their hearts for such a diabolical deeddone to one of their own. Lord Digby’sreputation amongst the villagers must be repaired, for not only was it right toforgive, but much industry depended upon him, whether he was deserving of thepeople’s forgiveness or not.

Carly sighed heavily, contemplatingher 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 ;)

Monday, January 2, 2012 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2012-01-02T13:12:00.000-07:00

Happy New Year to all! I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas as well.

I apologize for taking a two-week hiatus without notice. But, I was quite overwhelmed. On top of that, I came down with a nasty cold on Christmas Eve that just about shut me down completely. But, we got through it fine.

Unfortunately, the overwhelming feeling has not gone away. I am happy to say that I finally reached the Editor's Desk on authonomy.com, and am #1. Woohoo! Pretty exciting! But, I have only just found out that much of my historical information, specifically the titles of the aristocracy and the relationships between the peerage, is incorrect. I have only this month to rectify it, and I am very overwhelmed. But, I will work frantically to fix it, hopefully without ruining my story in the process.

One of the changes that I've already made is changing Carly's name to Caroline. I'm not really happy about this, but I have been assured that it is more accurate. Her 'pet-name' will remain 'Carly', and I will mostly use this throughout the story still. However, I'm still debating whether Carly will remain 'Lady Caroline Blakemore' or if I will have to make her only a 'Miss Caroline Blakemore'? I don't know this yet, I'm sorry to say.

But--now we will proceed with storytelling, shall we not?

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 23:

Chapter 23

Brooding

*******

Creighton lay in his bed wondering about this girl he had just ravished. How could he have done that to her? Why had he listened to Hayden? Except he was his best friend and should have his best interests at heart?

Hitting his pillow, he could not sleep. Knowingly, he had increased the fear in her that was already there. Used to having control over his emotions when it came to women, he wondered why that had changed, especially with his governess of all people.

Roughly turning over, he again hit his pillow with a growl. How would he ever get her eyes, her mouth, her sweet taste out of his memory? Scowling at the thought of facing her again, he determined that this was his house, and she would have to get used to him…if she would stay?

Instantly not liking the thought of her leaving, he sat up in bed. These strong emotions bothered him greatly. He would not succumb as Hayden would like to see, for he was in control, he must be.

Falling back onto his pillow, he roughly rubbed his hands through his tousled hair and placed his arms behind his head as he continued his battle with…her fine mouth…her fine eyes…her very fine hair…

How could she sleep after being kissed like that—and by him? How could she have known he could be so incredible? Of all people to bestow her first kiss! Her employer?

Struggling with fear of him that was quickly being replaced by the memory of his kisses—the gentle ecstasy of his kisses—she thought, oh, how can I face him again? Could she look at him again without looking at his tempting lips?

She should leave…shouldn’t she? Needing this occupation desperately, she otherwise would sincerely consider it. Or would she?

Oh, what shall I do?

Tossing and turning all night, she determined to have a very early morning ride.

*******

Riding recklessly fast on Clover the next morning, Carly had needed the freedom of the fresh morning air to invigorate her clouded mind and her tired body. She was unaware Mr. Stone watched and waited for his opportunity to bump into her. It finally came as she rounded the grove of trees he was hiding in.

Quickly moving forward at the right moment, as if he had been riding for some time, he practically barreled right into Carly. Both horses reared upward, a startled cry slipping from Carly’s mouth. Mr. Stone quickly gained control of both horses, as he grabbed Carly’s horse by the halter. “Are you alright, Lady Caroline?” he asked with feigned concern and worry in his deep voice and handsome, yet troubling face. She had no idea he had calculated this meeting.

Carly was reassuring her horse, and then exclaimed, “Mr. Stone! I did not see you coming this way.”

Still holding her horse, he was looking at her all too favorably. “You must allow me to make it up to you. May I join you?”

She contemplated being forced to endure his loathsome company. “Well, um…I…I was only coming back from the village and…and,” she remembered his forwardness last night at supper. Anger instantly swelled in her breast as she recalled his impudence. “Mr. Stone. I do not believe you owe me anything except for an apology.” Jutting out her chin in her challenge to him, she waited.

Chuckling, he said, “But that would imply I was sorry, and I am not.” His black eyes glittered in a frenzy of obsession. Licking his lips in his detestable way, he added, “You are an enticing young lady.”

Greatly annoyed at his disrespect, she said angrily, “Then we have nothing further to discuss. Good day!” Carly spurred Clover into a fast gallop, wishing herself as far away from this abominable man as she could get. He sat astride his horse watching her departure, regrettably noticing her escort had started swiftly towards them at their collision.

He must control his desire for her. His impatience.

Quickly, she rode towards the stables…and to safety.

Bad guys? Or just bad intentions? Hmmm... Read on to find out. Join me on Friday for more discoveries.

Ellise :)

Monday, December 19, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-12-19T09:08:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 22 concluded:

Service to his children would be impossible then, for he was gorgeous. Every girl dreamed of being in love with such a man as this; thick, nearly black hair that curled ever so softly. Sideburns trimmed to perfection. His eyes were green, she had discovered, just like hers, but darker, filled with…pain?

Yes.

She could see it acutely. It tore at her heart. But what to do?

She knew he had to be over six feet tall, for her father had been six feet exactly, and Lord Huntington was taller than her father by several inches. His shoulders were broad, and she could see his muscular build through his tight fitting jacket. On more than one occasion she had witnessed his magnificent physique for herself, much to her embarrassment. And now, his close scent was enthralling!

Emotions which she had never experienced before coursed through her veins. As he loomed over her, she felt like she would melt.

“Are you real?” he whispered almost inaudibly. She stood paralyzed and speechless, allowing him to continue. “You are…very beautiful,” Lord Huntington said more to himself than to her. Furrowing her brows in confusion, she startled when his warm finger eased the tension between her brows, slowly continuing down her nose to her lips. She breathed carefully, worrying that she might faint.

What did he want with her?

“Very beautiful,” he again whispered. Cupping her chin, his thumb gently touched her bottom lip making her tremble.

What was happening to her?

Closing his eyes, he breathed in her gently scented hair. “So beautiful,” he whispered over her.

Her eyes were now closed, and she whispered, “I am…afraid…”

Hardly hearing her through the pounding of his own heart, he could not stop himself from saying, “What would it be like to taste you?”

She trembled more violently as he broached this frightening subject matter. She was unsure of herself. A very soft kiss was placed on the top of her head, and she gasped and pressed her hands against his firmly muscled chest as if she could halt him. But instead, she could only feel his firm chest and that he was breathing heavily, which frightened her terribly.

She quickly took her hands away.

As he drew ever closer, she again pressed her hands against his strong torso, wanting to stop him, her own breathing very irregular. Ever so softly, she begged, “Please…”

Carefully taking her resistant hands from his chest, he gently placed kisses on the inside of each palm and wrist, closing his eyes, breathing in her fragrance, feeling of her softness. Gasping, she closed her eyes to the extraordinary emotions that threatened to encompass her completely. He reached up pulling a pin from her hair, allowing her curls to tumble around her.

His breathing quickened.

Gazing at her curiously, his strong arms went around her and pulled her to him. His hand continued behind her neck and into her hair, pulling her head back gently, making her inhale, yet struggle for air.

A small sound escaped her again as his head descended, his lips gently caressing, nibbling her throat, her jaw, her ears. She was trembling in his hands and he knew it, but he could not help himself. Her breathlessness was invigorating! His kiss lingered at the edge of her mouth, hesitating, as her hands grasped tight to his sleeves as if she would fall if let go. Pulling himself away to stare down into her eyes only for a moment, his mouth captured hers, his lips gentle and soft, as if he was afraid she would shatter into pieces. One hand still held the back of her head controlling her, working her to his every desire.

A small whimper from her only increased and deepened his thrilling kiss, encouraging deeper passion. Their breathing was labored from not getting enough air, his arms gathering her to him, closer still. He was thorough in his fervor, burying his face and hands in her hair, kissing her mouth and throat with unrelenting passion.

Abruptly, Lord Huntington stopped. Taking her face and mussed hair in his hands, he looked deeply into her confused eyes and said breathlessly, “You…beguile me.”

Swiftly, he turned and left the room, leaving her stunned and breathless holding on to the bookshelves for support.

I'm thinking of reworking this just a little. But...did you like this moonlight kiss?

Ellise

Friday, December 16, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-12-16T23:49:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 22 continued:

(I moved ahead in this chapter only skipping a little...)

Moonlight cast shadows across the dark hall as Creighton saw Lady Blakemore enter the library still dressed in the magnificent sapphire blue gown that hugged her so. She must not be able to sleep again, he thought.

Curiosity baited him…

Hesitating to follow her after what Hayden had said to him, he decided to test Hayden’s theory, after all. He wished to see her from this new perspective.

Entering the room, he watched her as she looked for a book to read. He couldn’t believe the amount of reading she devoured. Drawn to her beauty, which that much Creighton had already openly admitted, he observed her closely. Her form was tantalizing, but it would take more than outward appearances to tempt him to put his heart on the line ever again. Janese had been beautiful too, and yet she had betrayed him endlessly. He was not about to let that happen to his heart again…

…Ever.

Closing his eyes, he could not help breathing in her tempting scent lingering inside the doorway. Looking at her hair, he wanted to touch it, free it from its pins. Yes, her hair was entrancingly gorgeous. Remembering how silky soft it was when he held her at the lake, he treasured the memory. Her pins had come loose somehow and it had fallen all around her shoulders. Dark, long curls that captured vibrant chestnut tones in the warm sunlight coursed down over delicate shoulders, down her back all the way to her tiny waist. A vision of loveliness she had been on that day!

Again, today on Clover when her dark tresses flew behind her as she vigorously rode, he had helplessly watched enchanted by her; and again, her wild, curling mane had been stuck to the button on her riding habit and he had touched it to free her soft locks. Not recognizing he had been savoring these memories, he was deeply surprised.

Scowling, he realized she was looking at him, her own features clouded with concern. But it was unwarranted fear, was it not? Carefully, he walked toward her, and as he got closer, he could tell that she was nearly ready to bolt away. Stopping when he was a few feet from her, he stiltingly said, “Lady… Blakemore. Did you… enjoy your evening? Are you faring better?”

Nervous for whatever reason, she stared at him with a puzzled questioning look upon her face, and shyly nodded. “Thank you. It was good of you to include me, my lord.” She could hardly say she was feeling better with him standing over her making her feel nervous. She also dare not tell him of Mr. Stone’s outrageous behavior. If his manners improved, which she thought impossible, she would not have to discuss this deplorable subject with him, ever.

Nodding his head, he only said, “Of course. You are always welcome at my table.” Taking one more step toward her, he observed that she seemed even more to be upon a precipice, ready to jump. Instead, she stepped backward as if she was terrified. Distrustful.

It was her eyes then that Lord Huntington noticed. Yes, it had always been her eyes that intrigued him. They had a spellbinding sparkle to them, so brilliant like gems, all the more green because of the blue of her gown. Lord Huntington stepped closer still. She could go no further; her back was against the bookcase, pleading eyes looking up at him in panic.

“Please,” she whispered, shaking her head nervously.

She was afraid of him, he thought with regret. “I strike fear in your heart?”

Hesitating a moment, she then nodded affirmatively. Remorse came and went, covering his features. Carly witnessed this, confused even more.

His deep voice continued, “I do not wish it. I only wish to…thank you for such becoming manners in front of my guests. You are a jewel on any arm.”

Shocked, she could only falter, “Thank…thank you.” Not wishing to be a coward, she tried to breathe evenly as she stood frozen, only aware of Lord Huntington filling the room. So close, looking at her so strangely, he was a giant man, and if she did not fear him so, she would probably fall for him.

But she could not have that.

What comes next? That promised moonlight kiss? Watch and find out...

Ellise

Monday, December 12, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-12-12T08:41:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 22 continued:

(Sorry...I forgot this part leads into the "Moonlight Kiss".)

All guests were gone, except for the sleeping Mr. Stone and Lord Carter. Creighton and Hayden were alone in the library sharing the port.

“She is a lovely creature, Creighton. How did you find her, if I may ask?”

“You have no need of a governess, so why do you care?” Creighton was wound tight from this evening’s meal next to Lady Margaret and Miss Amelia. He usually left the planning of dinner parties to his mother, but the Pembrooke’s had returned home from London much earlier than expected, and Creighton’s mother had desperately wanted her son’s opinion on how her best friend was faring. And, of course, he had promised Amelia and Felix Hansen an invitation as well.

The constant competition for Huntington Manor sickened him. Did they not realize he knew their intentions? It was most outrageous! One had been his wife’s enemy. The other—her best friend. Both were so different, and yet so annoyingly similar.

“I am only curious as to where one goes to find such an endearing young lady as this.” Grinning with bright, honeyed eyes, Lord Carter showed that he was not intimidated in the least by his friend’s strong bearing.

Creighton sighed, exasperated at having to give any explanation. “No one answered my advertisement in the surrounding area, explaining my need of a governess, which irks me still, I should say,” he added with a loud voice. “So I took out an advertisement in Northamptonshire—far from here—and this is what I acquired,” his hand extended toward the door to the library, as if Lady Blakemore should suddenly materialize.

Hayden raised his eyebrows and nodded his head. “She simply gets under your skin, does she not?” Laughing a kindly, affectionate laugh, he interrupted Creighton’s thoughts by slapping him on the back, projecting him forward. “I am glad to finally see it!” he bellowed excitedly. “You have been brooding for much too long.”

“What on earth are you babbling about?” Creighton growled at him.

“I am simply saying that I know that this girl has affected you and that I am glad of it. Oh, how the mighty fall!” He laughed again, raising his glass of port as if toasting Creighton.

Creighton quickly walked over to the decanter and poured himself more drink. “She is simply my governess, Hayden, nothing more. And I plan to keep it that way.”

“Yes, yes, I see how it is.” Creighton turned and faced Hayden, who seemed amused by this whole conversation. “You are not even aware yet of your tender feelings for her, are you?”

“Tender feelings!” he shouted. Looking at the door, he lowered his voice slightly and continued, “You do not know what you are talking about, Hayden.” Creighton impatiently paced the room.

“Don’t I?”

Exasperated, Creighton exclaimed, “If I have feelings then they are of anger, for she infuriates me! I have argued more with her in the short time that she has been here than I ever did with Janese in our entire marriage! If I touch her, it is to shake her!” Fists balling up, he shook them at Hayden as if he could show him what he had done to the poor girl. “Do you call that tender feelings for her? She has even slapped me across the face!” Pointing to his left cheek, he exaggerated as if he could provide evidence of a red welt.

Unmystified, Hayden replied, “And yet she remains here...”

Will Lord Huntington admit to his feelings for Lady Blakemore?

Ellise

Friday, December 9, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-12-09T14:17:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 22:

Mr. Stone could not believe how difficult it was to portray the part of gentleman this evening. It was all he could do to get through the meal sitting beside the sweetest tidbit he had seen in a long while, let alone the other three beautiful girls. His scandalous behavior was generally reserved for more private moments, keeping his image of businessman and gentleman front and forward to continue his life of deception.

Only the best homes were his goal.

The best society.

He must always be welcomed. Even if they disgusted him.

He would do well to put this slip of a girl behind him as not to disrupt the life that he had hidden away for himself so ably. But oh, how he desired to touch her.

He tested her resolve at the dinner party to see if she would be as strong in character as he had believed her to be. He had had a feeling that she would not wish to disrupt her master’s dinner party, not wishing to bring to light his despicable behavior—and he had been correct in his assumption.

He chuckled to himself. She was magnificent! The strong ones were always the best, he reflected.

But, I would be wise to forget this one…

Join me Monday for the Chapter called 'Moonlight Kiss'.

Ellise

Monday, December 5, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-12-05T10:53:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 21 (I skipped directly to the end of this chapter):

As Carly made her way up the stairs and into the hallway, she sensed something uncomfortably familiar feeling distinctly as if she was being watched.

Before entering her bedroom, she stopped, glancing around the hallway as if she might find something that would explain her feelings. Not finding anything of consequence, she quickly entered her bedroom.

After a moment inside, she realized that it was Mr. Stone’s cologne that she had detected in the hallway, quite far from his guest room.

Immediately, she turned and locked the door.

Ellise

My Authonomy profile has been HACKED!

2011-12-05T10:03:00.000-07:00

Sorry if I haven't been in touch with any of you. I believe my authonomy profile was hacked.

I have yet to take my computer in to get fixed, don't know when that will happen, either. Just wanted to let you know, especially if I'm not able to do any blogging or if I'm not able to talk to any of you on any accounts. As soon as I log on to authonomy (which I still can do), I will not be able to function in any other account. Also, I can only LOOK on authonomy. I can't participate or answer messages. I can't even thank people who've backed me! I was successful at getting a message to authonomy because they did respond. It's me, basically, is what they said. So, I must get my computer looked at.

Thanks for your patience with me everyone!
Ellise

Friday, December 2, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-12-02T14:02:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 21 continued:

Clearing his throat, Mr. Stone wanted to ask Carly how it was possible that anyone wouldn’t warm up to her well. Instead, he asked her, “Have you had a chance to enjoy walking in the gardens here?” As he licked his lips, Carly shivered in revulsion.

As politely as she could, Carly answered, “Yes, I have walked the gardens extensively, Mr. Stone.”

Thinking of how he could possibly get her alone, he thought of an idea and spoke it aloud. “You might find the maze to be of particular interest to you, if you have not yet discovered it.”

With great surprise, Carly eagerly looked at Lord Huntington, asking, “You have a maze on your grounds? I did not know.” Her eyes were luminous with pleasure.

“Yes. I do.” Lord Huntington hesitated, distracted by her contagious enthusiasm. “I’ll…have to show it to you sometime. It is behind the East Wing, where the ballroom is found. I am surprised that you have not found it in all your wanderings.”

“No, I have not. But I am sure the children and I could have a perfectly lovely time playing in the maze; that is, if it is allowed?” Lord Huntington nodded his head in agreement.

Mr. Stone could not allow his proposed opportunity to pass, and insisted, “My lady, I would be more than happy if you would do me the honor of visiting it together.”

Sickened at the thought, Carly looked at Lord Huntington, horror clearly written upon her face. He must have understood, for he explained, “Lady Blakemore will need my guidance through the maze, Mr. Stone, if she is to wander into it with my children. It is quite extensive, and I would not wish for her to get lost.” Mr. Stone only nodded his head in thwarted acknowledgement, clearly disgruntled. He disliked, rather strongly, any attempts at being dissatisfied.

Miss Amelia laid her hand upon Lord Huntington’s and, not too silently, whispered, “Do you remember when we got lost in the maze, Creighton, darling? In the rain. Wasn’t that a wonderful time?” Lady Margaret glared at the redhead. Lord Huntington skipped the answer altogether motioning toward Mr. Thompson to fill his glass again.

With this sudden lull in conversation, Lady Margaret wasted no time in gaining Lord Huntington’s attention talking endlessly of town. Prompting her cousin’s help, between Lady Margaret and Miss Mary, the ceaseless chatter dominated.

It was during that time in which something appalling happened.

Carly was listening to the conversation and enjoying her meal as best she could when, suddenly, she felt a hand upon her thigh pressing through the folds of her gown.

Her blood ran chill!

She nearly screamed in surprise, but caught herself just in time, instead quickly standing, bumping the table in the process, and spilling the contents of her goblet upon the white tablecloth. Her hands went to her breast to calm her breathing. Everyone was shocked by her strange behavior.

Everyone except Mr. Stone.

Mr. Stone is appalling! Was it his hand upon her leg? What will happen next??

Find out on Friday.

Ellise

Just Made it to the Editor's Desk on Authonomy.com! Woohoo!

2011-11-30T18:11:00.000-07:00

So excited to finally be on the Editor's Desk!

Hope I can stay there all month long so I can get that FREE review from HarperCollins Publishers!

Thanks for all the support everyone!

If you'd like to support me there, please go to the bottom of this page and follow the directions. Let me know if you have any questions. :)

Hugs,
Ellise :)

YouTube Book Trailer for The Governess

2011-11-29T11:40:00.000-07:00

I also finally got my Book Trailer up on YouTube. Yeah! Would love comments on what you think.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqH-MjPYLeY#!

Ellise

Re-worked and Re-edited Chapter 5 -- What do you think?

2011-11-29T11:05:00.000-07:00

What do you think of my revisions to Chapter 5? Do you like it better or not?

Chapter 5

Captive

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Carly could not sleep. Having slept for several hours prior to dinner, all she could do now was toss and turn and stare at the ceiling. Reading before bed had become a habit, formed early in life, and now she was used to doing so prior to sleep. Carly decided to peruse the library she had noticed earlier and had been invited to use at her leisure. She couldn’t wait to see what was there; many, many shelves full of undiscovered stories. Smiling to herself, she sat up. Carly disliked, very much, the idea of redressing just to find a book. It was unlikely anyone would be up at this late hour, she surmised, but still she put on her robe and slippers, lit a candle, and quietly made her way down the shadowy hall to the stairs.

This house would take some getting used to, for it was enormous. The scale must be why fireplaces were still lit, here and there, to keep the large spaces filled with warmth. Finally finding the library, she discovered it was an exceptionally great room with shelves upon shelves of books, just as she had imagined. She smiled, giddily. This room would be a favorite! Carly could see generations of devoted readers had lived at Huntington Manor.

A large fire was still burning in the fireplace in this room, as well, enough to warm the immense room nicely. How thoughtful of the servants, she smiled. Such a well-run manor house, she thought. With such a forbidding master, how could it not be? She snickered in the darkness. Carly could smell the many books and something else. Was it cinnamon? As she walked quickly over to the fireplace she reached awkwardly to set her candle upon the tall mantelpiece. Welcoming the instant heat, she warmed herself by the fire glad to have it since her lacy robe had done nothing to warm her on the cool night.

“You may wish to step away from the fire since I can easily see your lovely figure through your…nightgown.”

Carly’s hand covered her mouth to stifle a scream as she swiftly turned around to face the voice in the dark.

There was no one. Only darkness. Carly gulped gasping breaths, unable to calm herself. But, as Carly’s eyes quickly adjusted to the firelight’s glow, she spotted Lord Huntington. She jolted from his nearness. “Oh!” she startled and nearly shrieked.

He was sitting in a large chair, only inches away, his dark countenance frightening against the dancing glow from the fire. “I apologize for shocking you.” An unease crept over her as he continued his perusal of her figure. Yet she could not move. Each looked at the other, unsure how to proceed.

After an awkward moment, Lord Huntington said, “Please. Have a seat,” he pointed next to him at the other chair. (Anything to stop the vision she created.)

How fortunate for her to be caught up in this situation. Clumsy girl, she thought to herself. She must say something instead of playing mute. “I…I…thought you would be asleep or I would never,” shaking her head caused the loose curls to caress her delicate shoulders, “…I would never have come down in my night…my night, um,” befuddled, she continued, “I am sorry if I have intruded upon your privacy. I shall leave now.”

Lord Huntington halted her by lifting his hand for her to wait. Carly felt as if her slippers were glued to the floor. She could not move. What did he want from her? How could he want anything from her at such a time as this? She thought he began to say something; and when he did not, she thought she had better quickly depart rather than make more a fool of herself than she already had.

Slowly, Lord Huntington stood to his full stature before her. Carly began to tremble; all the while, her eyes could not leave his own. The air crackled with the energy between them. Was she insane to remain here before him? Yet she could not move.

Deliberately, he reached down to move the other chair purposely closer to the fire. “You seem cold…for you are trembling. Won’t you please join me at the warmth of the fire?”

Immediately, he was covering her in a warm throw. Her shock and gratitude showed upon her face. She could only stare. Shaking herself, she looked at the flames of the fire instead, her anxiety confusing her. Finally able to gain a response from her body, Carly slowly lowered herself into the chair he had provided.

“You were going to look for a book?” he asked.

Beside herself with nerves, she stammered, “I…I was, yes.” Why would he not sit down? Or go away! He was so…so large!

He, on the other hand, thought the chair seemed to swallow Lady Blakemore up. She was quite the petite little thing. “You cannot sleep then?”

Shaking her head and curls, she said, “I cannot. I am sure I shall adjust quickly though, my lord.” Carly pulled the blanket more tightly around herself, wishing to disappear.

Lord Huntington, stiff and unyielding, was a combination of moods tonight, for he looked rather guilty as he sat down across from her. “I am sorry if I have been demanding of you already. I have brought you undue stress,” he stated. “I do not wish to be heavy handed and cause you to lose sleep.”

Surprised at his offered apology, she was silent. Never would she expect this man to apologize to anyone, let alone to herself.

After a moment, she spoke, “Thank…thank you, my lord. I can be quite outspoken. It is a weakness, I’m afraid.” Was that a smile she saw?

Changing the subject, Lord Huntington uncharacteristically asked, “What do you like reading? Do you have favorites? As you can see, we have an extensive library to choose from,” he waved his hand toward the shelves.

Again, uncertain at his offered, almost-friendly, conversation, she wavered. She did not feel she was on a leveled playing field in her nightgown. “Well, I…I do. But I…I was simply looking for any kind of distraction to help me fall asleep, my…my lord.”

Leaning forward, he insisted upon an answer, “Tell me. What do you enjoy?”

“Well,” she looked at him timidly, shocked by his discussion, “I do love poetry, for many reasons, but mostly because…,” she hesitated and looked up, a rosiness appearing across her cheeks even in the firelight.

“Do go on, mostly because…what?”

The heat grew upon her face till she was positively glowing with color; she was hesitant to disclose such personal feelings to him. Him of all people! After a moment, she continued anyway or risk seeming completely immature. This was not a giggly conversation with her sister, after all. “Because…because poetry can be so romantic.” Would that she could sound grown? “I mean, um, well…I…I find poets can be so expressive in the feelings of the heart.” She could almost hear her teeth chattering. “It..it has always fascinated me that a person can describe with simple words, so well, what comes deep from within a soul.” There. That sounded somewhat grown up. But true, nevertheless.

He looked uncomfortable. “I see. And,” he prompted, yet unsure he wanted to keep this dialogue going.

“Well, I am a woman you know, so, I like,” she began, but he interrupted.

“Yes, I am extremely well-aware of the fact that you are, indeed, a woman.” An unnerving twinkle shone from his dark eyes. Even in the firelight, he could tell she was blushing again. He was finding she did this quite regularly and with very little effort. Maybe this conversation wasn’t so boring. “Indeed, I would say you are a fine sampling of womanhood.”

Carly thought she would die of embarrassment! Would that she could! She found herself tripping over herself, yet again. “What…what I meant was that women are…are sort of romantic creatures, you know.” She could not believe she was having this conversation with him. What a blundering fool she was! Oh, heaven help me!

“Yes, I know. Do go on.” Still, the alarming twinkle sparkled in his eyes.

Frustrated with herself, a little more fire returned to her address. “I am merely saying I enjoy a good romance, whether it be in poetry form or a lovely story. The happily ever after thing and all. I simply love happy endings.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I so dislike being sad.”

“I see.” Her nose was in the air again. Such a delightful little nose.

“Do you? You see, my parents were so in love.” Her nerves had caught up with her tongue and now she was sure she babbled ceaselessly. “The way they talked to each other, the way they looked at each other, one could always tell. They could finish each other’s sentences, they were so in love.”

She was correct. She was babbling.

“It made such a difference to my sister and I to be part of a happy family. I think it is crucial to any family.”

He was frowning, but nodded for her to continue.

“Well, I guess that is why I love reading about love and happy endings. I have seen both the lack of it and the abundance of it. I much prefer the abundance.”

The sting on his face was evident. Carly thought he must be thinking of his departed wife. They sat in silence for several moments till she bravely asked, “What kind of reading do you enjoy, my lord?”

Still frowning, he answered automatically, “Anything I can get my hands on, but mostly history.” Quietly looking up at her, he added, “And…occasionally, poetry.”

Before she could stop herself, she exclaimed with great surprise, “You do? I would not have guessed that of you. Well, I would the history, but not the…” She froze and shook her head in instant apology, “Oh sir, I am sorry to presume…” Faltering, she looked at him, but he was staring at her intently, almost humorously. “I should not be so bold.” What was he thinking of her now? Could she muddle this conversation any more than she already had? “I…I do apologize.”

Chuckling a little, he did not relieve her much, for she was too astonished that he had such emotion.

He only continued to stare at her, taking in her hair that fell around her shoulders spilling upon the cozy blanket enveloping her. Her tiny slippers peeked out from under her nightgown hem. She was so petite. So tempting.

Suddenly, she stood and said, “Please, excuse me. I apologize again for intruding. I…I shall pick out my book and get along to bed so you can have your library back to yourself. And if you don’t mind, I…I shall keep this…this blanket until morning?” When he nodded his head in assent, she walked over to the nearest bookshelf. She could still feel his gaze upon her, watching her every move. Why didn’t she just leave, she asked herself. And yet if she did without her desired book, she surely would never sleep now.

Creighton was mesmerized by this unpretentious young lady as she picked her way through the shelves; the way her hair, in all its amazing length, moved and bounced when she took a step; the way the blanket shifted around her lovely curves as she swayed. Even from here, he could still distinguish her subtle fragrance which smelled of roses. What would it be like to hold her, he wondered? He shook his head from the thought. He refused to consider it.

Carly looked over her shoulder to see his hands raking through his dark hair. Oh! He must be so perturbed with her. She immediately said, “I beg your pardon, my lord. I can tell I have disturbed your solitude tonight. I will just go.” But she stood dumbly, transfixed by his stare.

How frightening he could be.

Carly was completely inexperienced with men and did not have a clue as to what this man was thinking or wishing of her. Where was her courage now that she needed it most? She was stupidly petrified by him and this silly situation. He was looking at her so strangely, which completely unnerved her. The logs shifted in the fireplace, jolting her nerves. The receding light the fire was now giving was of little comfort.

Slowly, Lord Huntington stood and walked towards her in the darkening room, forcing her to back away from him until she was against the library shelving.

What did he want with her?

She refused to ask.

Lord Huntington was inches from her. She questioned him with her eyes while her breathing became labored. What was he going to do? Was he angry with her again? Might he really be a monster like the gossips made him out to be? The blanket fell to the floor, pooling at her feet. But she was helpless to do anything about it.

His eyes longingly took her in. So beautiful…she looked so soft and vulnerable. His rigid reserve wavered. As his hand came up and gently touched her face, she gasped out loud. Gently, softly his fingers rubbed her velvet-soft cheek.

Closing her eyes at the intimate contact, she could not breathe. Breathe, she told herself.

Tracing along her delicate jaw, he made her tremble from the touch of his warm fingers. Leaning in, he inhaled her fragrant skin and whispered only one word, “…enchanting.” She started. They looked into each other’s eyes, the firelight flickering upon their faces.

He leaned closer.

Unwillingly, she pressed her hands against his chest and just as quickly took them away, only to replace them again from fear of his proximity. Feeling his solid muscles, she grew more frightened of him still.

His breath was warm, making her quiver as he whispered in her ear, “You look like an angel. Where are your tiny wings? Your halo?”

She looked into his eyes, confusion clearly showing in her own. Such kind words from him filled her with frightening emotions; the kind of words that were a balm to her lonely heart. Slowly inhaling, she felt lightheaded and heady. She closed her eyes to his intense gaze. When she opened them, the softness of his look astonished her, as did his nearness.

Leaning forward almost against her, he reached his long arm above her head. Closing her eyes again, she thought he would kiss her. She unintentionally breathed in his masculine scent, catching her breath as she readied herself.

Her pulse raced. How could she endure this? But how could she escape?

Just run!

Taking a small book from somewhere above her on a shelf, he handed it to her. After a still moment, she opened her eyes to see his innocently proffered gift and opened them wider in wonder and embarrassment. She let go her held breath in a quick sigh. Her hand shook as she accepted his gift.

“You might enjoy this book. It is my favorite poetry.” Then Lord Huntington gently lifted her chin with his hand. Quietly, and with great restraint, he whispered, “Sleep well…little angel.” Almost painfully, it seemed, he turned and walked out of the room.

Carly was alone.

For long moments, Carly leaned against the bookshelf trying to recapture her breath, her hand to her throat. She could not read now even if she wanted to.

Had he only been getting her a book all that time? What a way of going about it. Did he not see he had frightened her? Quivering, she was so confused; for she had thought…she was sure—well, almost sure—he had determined to kiss her.

What if he had actually done so?

How would she have coped with a kiss when only receiving this book had thrown her into such a dither? I am hopeless, she thought.

“Oh! I am sure I shall never recover myself!” she whispered to the darkness. Pressing the book to her breast, she thought, Nevertheless, I shall take this book…and perhaps several more. Deciding this was actually a very good idea, she tested her footing by letting go of the shelving. There, she was yet standing. After concluding it would take much reading to stop the rapid beating of her heart, she randomly grabbed an armful of books and her candlestick, quickly making her way back to her room.

What she did not know was Lord Huntington still silently watched her from the darkened doorway of the Study. Having sensed in Lady Blakemore a naïveté and innocence to the ways of men, Creighton found this pleased him.

Clearly, she had not understood the struggle he had experienced facing her just now dressed only in her night things, but he knew he had frightened her. Truly, he had not meant to alarm her; it was simply that, beyond doubt, this intriguing girl was a beauty, in mind and body, over any other female of his acquaintance.

I've uploaded this revised version to authonomy.com.

Ellise

Monday, November 28, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-11-28T10:33:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 21 continued:

Lord Huntington interjected, “Lady Blakemore comes from Northamptonshire.”

Lord Carter, quickly catching onto his friend’s agenda, enthusiastically asked, “Exactly where are you from in Northamptonshire, Lady Blakemore?”

“Well,” she looked suddenly embarrassed at the attention, but loved speaking of home. “A little place called Harlestone. Have you heard of it?”

“No, I cannot say that I have.”

“Yes. A fine village, I will grant you,” Mr. Hansen interjected, eyeing the beautiful governess admiringly.

“You know of it, sir?”

“Only passing through, but friendly enough, I should think.” His benign smile wasn’t that thrilling a prospect, Carly thought.

Lord Carter continued his questions as Miss Hansen glared at her brother, his obvious interest in the governess a frustration to her. She would remind him of their goal.

“It is beautiful there this time of year, all the blossoms coming out and trees vibrantly green, just like here. I have enjoyed Lord Huntington’s grounds at length.”

“Like you were today, I am sure,” Lord Carter responded. She smiled prettily at him in agreement, and he wondered at this striking, attractive creature. Surely Creighton had not known she was such a beauty or he would never have engaged her services. Understanding became clearer by the way Creighton was acting, for he could sense that it was a test for him to be in her presence, much like this afternoon. His smile in his friend’s direction said as much, which Lord Huntington only scowled at him in response. She just might prove to be Creighton’s unraveling, he thought with a wry smile.

Lady Margaret took advantage of the silence to express to Carly her feelings of superiority. “So. You are the governess?” Menacing eyes examined Carly inch-by-careful-inch. She was successful in her slight. Upon seeing her victory, she affectionately turned to Lord Huntington saying, “You are always kind to the hired help, dearest.” Creighton visibly turned red, but not from embarrassment.

Lord Carter was surprised that his friend had no retort. By golly, he is besotted!

Carly, all of grace and charm, quickly stuck out her determined chin as she readied for conflict in which she must defend herself. “Lord Huntington’s children are quite wonderful, my lady,” she simply said.

“And you have been here…long?” asked Miss Murtaugh, equally menacing.

“Not very,” Carly answered.

Miss Amelia put forth her two pence worth. “Tending children all day. I cannot imagine being a glorified nanny. It would be exhausting, I tell you! My nanny always looked so tired and haggard.”

“No wonder,” her brother snorted, and was quickly reprimanded by a death stare. One would think her red hair warning enough. It seemed that her reminder was well-rewarded with his efficient return to his meal.

Lord Carter interrupted, “So tell us; what adventures have you been on with Creighton’s little angels, my only claimed—although unrelated—nephew and niece?”

Carly’s nervousness changed quickly with this favorite subject. Clapping her hands together, she smiled a most brilliant, beautiful smile and even laughed a singsong laugh. This response surprised everyone as she, again, obtained the attention of all. “We enjoy Huntington Manor’s many splendors indoor and out, my lord, every day. Picnics, explorations, strolls, botany lessons. It truly has been an adventure here. I have enjoyed myself immensely. And they—well, they have simply captured my heart, Lord Carter. Jonathon is now warming up to me quite well, and little Elspeth is such a joy.”

“I see.” Looking over at Creighton, he raised his eyebrows in a question directed at him. Creighton looked back at him and scowled as if to say, hold your tongue.

Quite the dinner party. Such enjoyable guests. Will Carly yet find friends?

Continue reading from this chapter on Friday. :)

Ellise

Re-worked and Re-edited Chapter 4 -- What do you think?

2011-11-26T17:00:00.000-07:00

Chapter 4

The Best of Manners

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Silence. Wonderful, delicious smells assaulted the hungry governess’s senses, but she stood frozen unable to bring herself forward. Though the room was warm, she felt ice cold. Still reeling with the frightening information Millesant had just disclosed to her about her new master, she finally spotted the feared Lord Huntington as he slowly stood, filling the room with his intimidating presence.

All was silent except for the crackling fire.

They stood looking at each other, momentarily taking each other in, before he held her chair out for her to be seated next to him. “Come,” he spoke, nodding his head toward the chair.

Shivering slightly, she made her way towards him while noticing his nearly black hair that curled slightly at the ends, apparently still damp from bathing, touching his crisp white collar, which contrasted greatly with his tanned skin. Obviously this gentleman spent time outdoors, unlike most men of his station.

She approved.

Nicely chiseled features and strong jaw looked freshly shaven. Uncertain as to the color of his eyes, they were, nevertheless, penetrating and dark. Impeccably dressed with burgundy dinner jacket, biscuit colored trousers and polished boots, she thought he must be the epitome of masculinity, although somewhat impenetrable. Her breath quickened as she became aware of the obvious characteristics of this gentleman that made her so conscious of him; his handsome face, the broadness of his chest, shoulders, and arms through his nicely cut jacket; tight trousers covered solid legs that stood apart in a stance of superior authority.

As she drew closer to him in this better lit space than the Study from this morning, she hardly noticed the lovely, light green room and immense table, for this man loomed above her, stealing all attention from anything else. He bowed in a courtly manner while she curtseyed pleasingly. She attempted to hold herself with a regal air as she sat down, and he, equally expert in his manners, scooted her in. Carly nervously put her hands into her lap and sat straight as she could, shoulders back, the way her mother had taught her.

By outward appearances, the young governess looked calm and confident, but Creighton knew she was scared to be here in his presence. However, he could not believe the transformation in her.

What a beauty she was!

Unable to take his eyes from her, he noticed her gown was simply gorgeous but could also tell she was outgrowing it. The bodice and waistline fitted smoothly about her form framing her blossoming figure elegantly; the billowing skirts flowing out about her made her appear as all that a princess might be. Creighton startled at the knowledge that his new governess was so well-endowed with such provocative curves. Most definitely, a woman sat here before him.

Certainly she would make a fine acquisition.

Quickly brushing this temptation aside, he noticed her hair was her crowning glory. Thick, dark tresses of auburn curled about her head with small golden nuggets of sparkle here and there. Her curls framed her face, beckoning one to touch. Enticing locks rested gently upon her delicate pale shoulder further bidding one to trace one’s finger upon such fine treasure. He shuddered at the tantalizing impulse.

Glancing shyly up at him, her stunning green eyes were open wide, nudging at his impassable reserves. He realized he was still standing, staring openly, but could not help himself. She was a delight. Her eyes were framed by thick long, dark lashes and dark, delicately tapered brows. She seemed apprehensive as she stared back at him. But there was frank honesty in her sparkling depths which invigorated him like never before in his lifetime. Again, a shiver ran up his spine. She was breathtaking…magnificent!

This angered him.

Realizing his breach in modesty as he brazenly stared, he released his hold upon her chair and sat down, snapping in the process, “Let supper begin!”

Carly jumped at the loudness of her master’s deep voice. Instantly, the butler and several footmen came into the room holding silver trays of food as if they would be serving many guests. They were diligent in their care of her and the master. It was obvious to her that Lord Huntington obtained thorough respect from all his servants.

“I appreciate your being on time tonight,” he barked, impatiently placing his napkin upon his lap.

Carly fidgeted with her own napkin, noticing also the elegant print upon the bone china about the table. How could she possibly notice stupid details at a time like this?

In her nervousness, Carly unexpectedly hiccupped. Horrified, she looked up at Lord Huntington to gauge his reaction, but he seemed preoccupied.

Thank heaven!

Profoundly relieved, she hoped it wouldn’t happen again. She hated being overwrought, for it always brought on a bout of the hiccups. Heaven help me, she prayed to herself. Pretending as if it had not occurred, she calmly responded, “Millesant made your wishes known to me, my lord, about…the…uh—I mean, about the supper hour.”

Creighton looked at her, seeing her nervousness and only grew annoyed that he should make her feel so. As dinner was served to the two of them, all that could be heard was the clinking of crystal, silver, and china.

Then silence.

But silence would be quite welcome to her if only her body would cooperate. The delicious aromas made her stomach growl impatiently, and her hand covered her stomach in embarrassment. Would her body not stop betraying her so? Feigning ignorance, it happened a second time, the footman serving her pretending he did not hear. Good man.

Thoroughly embarrassed, Carly looked at Lord Huntington who, this time, only said, “I am quite sure your stomach will approve of Mrs. Cooper’s culinary delights.”

Carly nodded shyly, her face freshly pink with color. Father, please help me through this meal, she prayed. Waiting for a formal prayer to be offered before beginning her meal, she waited patiently as Lord Huntington began devouring the creamed pea soup with freshly baked bread and melting butter in hand.

Looking up, he froze mid-chew, and startled that she was not enjoying as well. “Is there something that does not meet with your approval, Lady Blakemore?”

“Only that we...did not say grace, my lord.”

Frowning at this interruption—and her obvious impudence—and disliking that he instantly felt like a guilty schoolboy being reprimanded by his tutors who were trying to teach him endless discourses on propriety, he sighed heavily, placing his spoon down, his bread down; and wiping at his mouth with his napkin, in a great show of annoyance, he nodded his head in her direction, sharply saying, “Well then, please proceed.”

As she folded her delicate hands together and offered a humble prayer in thanksgiving, he felt a small tug at his cold, hard heart. There was no preaching or scolding; only offering up to God a simple prayer of gratitude. This would now become a habit at mealtime, he was sure. Clearing his throat gruffly, he began his meal again, this time making sure she was eating as well.

Dreadfully aware that Lord Huntington watched her every move, and feeling she was on display for his amusement, she ate in silence. At least her body had finally quieted. At least there was relief.

However, if the scowl ever left his face it was quickly replaced with an angry mouth. Why did he have to be so angry in the first place? Did he not know how difficult it could be to eat when he was fuming and always watching? Carly found she had to work at controlling her growing irritation, for she did not like feeling he disapproved of her without having known her at all.

The next course was offered. Succulent ham and mouth-watering mashed potatoes with gravy.

Lady Blakemore had impeccable manners, he noticed as he tried to find fault with her. But even the green bean that she was currently consuming was eaten with perfect precision. Creighton was confused at his response to Lady Blakemore’s presence.

She certainly was a beauty, but what of it?

Yes, she was easy to look upon, but why should he care?

Creighton had disciplined rigid control over his own feelings and thoughts towards the opposite sex. Years of control. Although Creighton was callous and abrupt with most women, he was still a most desirable catch. Quite perplexing.

His growing emotion confused him.

It irritated him.

He thought again of the many invitations that came his way regularly in hopes of gaining his attentions. The constant callers, even though he lived a country life. Regardless of what was said of him, his social status had only grown from the curiosity of others. It was only his presence at gatherings that had stopped. He had no desire to become entangled with another disastrous marriage. So why was it that, here and now, he found he could hardly take his eyes from this young governess throughout their meal together?

It was infuriating.

He was becoming more and more annoyed the longer they sat together.

Finally, Carly could stand his intense, emotionally-charged silence no longer. Forcing pleasantness into her soft voice, she flattered him by sincerely saying, “My compliments to your cook. What a marvelous meal has been prepared for us tonight. I have never tasted better.” Timidly attempting a smile, she found it difficult to look him in the eye.

Seeing her efforts, yet her continued discomfort, convinced him to try harder to be kind. Of course—this was always a stretch for him.

Nodding his head, he answered, “I’ll be sure to pass along your compliment to Mrs. Cooper. She always appreciates her talents being prized.”

There, that was not so hard. However, a smile was not attempted.

Carly tried more conversation. “I have noticed you have an extensive staff.” Only silence was given in reply. She continued, “They…seem very kind.”

He only nodded gruffly, obviously annoyed.

“I believe you have assigned a maid to me, as well.”

“Yes,” he responded rather impatiently, quickly glancing up before returning to his meal.

Then and there, she decided to treat her new master as if she had never before heard the rumors concerning him or his late wife. How could she function with this always in her head? Determined to be herself and to bring forward what was on her mind, she said, “Sir, this is appreciated, I assure you, but quite unnecessary as I am extremely capable of taking care of myself.”

All eating subsided. Lord Huntington stared.

She turned pale.

He thought it difficult for her to have shared these opinions.

Again, she repeated what she had told the maid, “I…I have never had a personal maid, sir, nor do I plan on having one now.” Nervously, she fingered her napkin.

He sat staring, surprised at this slip of a thing. Recovering himself, he said, unconvincingly, “I am sure you are quite capable, Lady Blakemore.” Taking a drink from his goblet, he wiped at his mouth with his napkin and continued, “But, I insist upon the help; for I believe your duties will become less tiresome with aid, or so I have experienced in the past.”

Her nostrils flared, “Already you think me incapable of handling your children?”

Now her face was red. How she wore her feelings upon her face.

Just as if he had said ‘yes’ out loud, he looked her over, carefully, making her squirm. “I would rather give you a fighting chance is all, Lady Blakemore.”

Suddenly irritated with the continued use of her title, she shook her head, exclaiming, “My lord, I insist upon a less formal title, please. Miss Blakemore will do. I am simply not used to being referred to as Lady Blakemore.”

Lord Huntington looked at her, calculating. She was naïve. She was innocent. Why had this responsibility fallen to him? Nevertheless, he would inform her. Impatiently, he stated, too flippantly perhaps, “You are young; and, I think, inexperienced with society.”

Taken aback, Carly exclaimed, “Wh…what do you mean? Not at all.”

“The world at large can be quite cruel, and I think you have yet to experience that.”

“What does that have to do with my title?”

He watched her carefully as his meaning dawned upon her.

“Oh…” She thought of how titles certainly have their advantages in certain circles. Her family’s title had never meant anything to her before; except for the occasional ball and party she was expected to attend because of it. The inheritance that had helped raise her and her sister had come from that world of gentility she was so keen upon forgetting. This household, of course, functioned in that world of snobbish peerage that would judge a person according to their wealth, title, and position in society. Carly smoothed her skirts. Deciding she wanted nothing to do with this class structure, she continued, “I do not wish to be a part of people’s lives that would judge a person just for their particular title or the amount of riches they have or have not.”

“You choose to bury your head in the sand like an ostrich then?”

“No. I simply think it foolish to take a person’s value so lightly.”

With appreciation for her sensible words, he nodded his head, considering her opinion. “You are more wise than I believed.”

Did she see admiration in his expression? “Thank you, my lord.”

“Yet, you respect my title?”

“Of course. You are my employer. I wish to satisfy you and keep my position.”

Her frank honesty made him laugh out loud, to her shock. This is refreshing, he thought. He could see that she was startled by his unexpected laughter. But then, even the butler and footmen were. “You are honest as well as wise.”

Still recovering from this spent emotion from him, she whispered, “I do try my best.”

“And yet you argue with me? Good!” He was genuinely surprised at her. Pleasantly so. He motioned to the butler to go ahead with the next course. “But, I must say, as your employer, I act also as a sort of guardian to you. It is in your best interest to use your title, at least while you are in my household.”

“But I do not see why—well, yes, I see why—but I do not feel it right.”

“You will, in time, Lady Blakemore. Now, please accept my attention to detail on your behalf and do not dispute the point.”

Hesitantly, she nodded in compliance to his greater wisdom upon this subject, feeling perturbed by his arrogance. Carly tried a different topic, one of more importance to her presently. “I look forward to meeting your children, my lord.”

All pleasantries were over.

She noticed the scowl returning to his face as he continued eating, ignoring her completely. “In fact, I would much prefer getting right to work starting my day tomorrow with introductions to the children.”

Irksome. That’s what she was.

Lord Huntington was now looking at her with furrowed brow and what could only be described as a black cloud which suddenly darkened his countenance. She would not cower. She continued undaunted. “And I am quite confident that I will not be ‘tiresome’ if my maid is assigned to much more pleasant duties.”

Carefully, methodically, Lord Huntington put his utensils down, placing his elbows on the table and crossing his fingers giving Carly a good long look with puckered brows. His inspection of her made her pale and prompted her to put down her own utensils.

This was going to be serious, she could tell.

“I expect you to follow my orders while under my roof and my watchful eye.” He continued to glare at her.

Gulping, she looked him dead on. “Yet you encourage my view?”

Her courage was tantalizing. “Of course. But do not expect me to agree.”

“Do you expect me to always agree with you, my lord?”

“Are you a silly girl then, after all?”

Blushing generously, she indignantly said, “I think not, sir!”

“Then why would you always agree with me?”

“I am sure I shall not!”

“But you will obey me.” It was a command. He looked steadily down upon her.

“I do not agree about the maid…” she brusquely stated.

“But, you will obey me.” He looked almost humorously at her for a moment.

She would not be laughed at. “I find it strange that I cannot meet with your children right away.” She continued to oppose him.

Something powerful emanated from him. She could feel it like a hand reaching out to her throat, grasping at it. Her eyes grew wide.

Lord Huntington was angry with her. His wrath curled and filled the room. His breathing was labored. Yet, he gained control before it was ever unleashed. And then, he stated, “You may find my ways strange to you, but you have no choice in the matter if you wish to stay in my employ.” His look was dark, mysterious.

Carly was alarmed. Now, she was angry. She was impatient with all his scowling and commanding, his making her afraid. “My lord, if I am to be a part of any household, I must be myself,” she shivered, “and in being myself, I must speak my mind as I see fit or go mad with frustration at being false in any way.” More shivers enveloped her body. His countenance frightened her. “If you will learn anything of me, let it be that I believe my opinion matters.”

Now visibly shaking from exerting this side of herself, she suddenly became annoyed at having been forced from a known world of contentment and fulfillment to one in a strange household at the mercy of a formidable master, but she did not wish to lose herself in this process. She must be allowed to be as honest as possible with those around her. Even him.

Surprised at her passionate disclosure, Creighton sat looking at her, exhilarated with her defiant views. After a moment of allowing her more discomfort, he said, “First of all, I can deal most excellently with your opinion, whether you agree with me or not. Secondly, I cannot believe any one of my servants would find any ‘more pleasant duties’ than serving you.” Her face grew warm, indignant. He almost smiled. “Thirdly, I will introduce the children to you in two days as was planned; and, then, finally…I do not like being crossed, Lady Blakemore. You see, my word is final.”

Fear and passion consumed her. “My lord, please be reasonable.”

Dark eyes narrowed down upon her, “There is no debate.”

“But I must insist I am quite prepared to…”

Standing with quiet strength, all six plus feet of him, Lord Huntington smoldered, leaning down over his haughty, headstrong governess.

Catching her breath, she sat back in fear, hand at her throat.

In a hushed tone, still vibrating throughout the entire room, he said, “You will cease this line of questioning me. Do as I ask,” straightening, he finished, “please.” Sitting, he resumed his meal.

Stunned to silence, her fingers trembled as she placed her napkin upon the table. After a moment of watching him eat, she asked, “May I please be excused?”

Displeased that she would run from their battle of wills, he nodded, “As you wish.”

She stood with quiet grace, head held high, and came and stood before him surprising him that she was not, indeed, simpering away. Smiling at her courage, he also stood as any gentleman would, vibes pulsing between them. Looking down upon her with his devilish smile, he captured a whiff of her gentle fragrance. Her delicate nose was slightly turned up at the end giving her a flirty, pixie-like innocence. She was so petite, so becoming, so willful after all!

With all the confidence and strength she could muster, Carly looked up into her master’s darkly handsome face and stated, “Sir, I will not be controlled. I will do as I please within the agreement made between us. I am a lady, and you, my lord, will please treat me as such.” Faltering for only a moment, she steadied her hand upon the table, pulling at his conscience, his steadfast resolve. With grace and poise, Carly continued, “I will accept your kindness of the maid and the day tomorrow to adjust myself to my new surroundings. I thank you and…goodnight.”

Bowing in acceptance, he allowed her to go.

With a rustle of her skirts, she curtsied, turned and gracefully exited as if she were, indeed, a princess leaving her throne room before her humble subjects. Noticing the gentle sway of her hips, unlike the over-exaggerated pretense of society women, Lord Huntington stood there stunned.

Scowling now as he sat, a hint of a smile came to his lips as his dessert was served him. Creighton hardly noticed his favorite pudding as he thought of this small but spunky little governess with the gorgeous hair.

After quietly eavesdropping at the door upon the conversation between Lord Huntington and the new governess, Mrs. Cooper, the cook, and Mrs. Thompson, the housekeeper, and best of friends, snuck back into the kitchens. Not only had they worked together for more than thirty years, but had raised their families together as well. Not too many things within the great manor house escaped their sharp eyes or ears.

“She is a little firecracker, that one!” Mrs. Thompson was clearly surprised.

“My, my! I would never have guessed it of our new little governess, to stand up to the master so boldly. And did you notice how he took it? Stood there watching her walk away like she owned him.”

“We might be in for an interesting jaunt, eh?” They both giggled like school girls, their heads together.

“I cannot wait to tell the others.”

I would like to know what you think about my new version of Chapter 4. Do you like it, or do you like the original chapter better? Thanks for your help!

Ellise

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

2011-11-25T13:13:00.000-07:00

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. : )

Ellise

Monday, November 21, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-11-21T12:02:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 21 continued:

Mr. Stone was blessedly interrupted in his insinuations as four beautiful ladies and two gentlemen, accompanied by Lord Huntington and Lord Carter entered the anteroom.

Carly was grateful for any distraction from this impious man. Happy to see women with whom she might socialize, she wondered if guests would be an irregular occurrence at Huntington Manor, for these were the first guests for supper. Of course there had been social calls, but none such as this. The numbers made the party even, which Carly supposed was intended. She was still amazed that Lord Huntington would wish her presence among this gentry.

Lord Huntington, impeccably dressed and handsome as ever, stepped towards her and Mr. Stone, saying, “Lady Blakemore, I wish to introduce you to Lord and Lady Pembrooke and Lady Margaret Pembrooke, their daughter. They are our closest neighbors. Lady Madeline, I might add, is my mother’s best friend.” Lord Pembrooke bowed, seeming rather snobbish. However, Lady Pembrooke, expensively dressed in a simple, yet beautifully designed pale green gown seemed genuinely kind and happy to meet her.

But their daughter seemed to have taken an instant dislike to Carly.

But why?

She shared the same gorgeous blonde hair as her mother, equally expertly coiffed. With a bearing of great confidence, she obviously had no compunction for displaying herself for all to see. Adorned in the finest, most sensual pink gown Carly had ever seen, she flaunted her exquisite creamy white shoulders and bust proudly. Why she should look at Carly so unkindly, she did not understand.

Lord Huntington continued, “Mr. Stone has had the privilege of knowing the Pembrooke’s for many years. However, may I introduce you both to Miss Mary Murtaugh, a cousin of the Pembrooke’s and presently their houseguest?”

Hair color similar to Carly’s own, she was dressed in an expensive gown as well, but more modest than Lady Margaret’s. But even she held a noticeable malice towards Carly. Confused, Carly was gracious as possible toward them both.

The most fiery red hair belonged to the fourth lady. Splendid blazing ringlets caressed her shoulders, setting off her emerald green evening gown and deepest brown eyes. She was stunning. Remarkably so. The lady seemed quite taken with Lord Huntington, Carly noticed straight away. However, the redhead hardly gave notice to the governess’s presence.

Her accompanying friend, not as handsome as she, was quiet, yet kind, his smile mild mannered. His inconspicuous brown hair and unremarkable eyes helped melt him into the background.

Lord Huntington’s introduction of them did not answer Carly’s questions as to their relationship with him. Brother and sister, the Hansen’s from London. That was it.

But the tension in the air had grown. Carly studied the evening’s guests considering from whence the friction came. Some of the apprehension was obvious, but being unfamiliar with society’s competitions and deceptions, Carly was unsure of herself with these fine ladies, let alone with the gentlemen.

As the ladies curtsied to one another and the gentlemen bowed, they said their how do you do’s.

Curiosity over Lady Blakemore’s presence was tangible, so Lord Huntington continued, “Lady Blakemore is Jonathon and Elspeth’s new governess.” Lady Margaret and Miss Murtaugh looked knowingly at one another. They already knew it seemed.

“She is already a favorite at Huntington Manor.” Smiling devilishly at Carly, Lord Huntington made Carly feel herself color at his words. Miss Hansen did not seem overly pleased either about his teasing nature towards his governess. Would anyone befriend her this night? Someone besides the abhorrent Mr. Stone?

“And, of course, Mr. Stone often has business with the Marquis and I,” Creighton continued, seemingly unaware of the rifled feathers in the room.

“As well as Lord Pembrooke, my lord.” Mr. Stone proudly chimed in.

“Yes. Yes, of course.” Lord Huntington held his arm out to Carly to advance to the dining room, signaling everyone to follow. She did not miss the way his eyes devoured her. He leaned over, whispering into her ear as they walked, “You look exquisite in your pretty new gown, Lady Blakemore.”

She shivered noticeably.

As he escorted her through the Red Room’s doors, she looked up into his face with a shy smile, and said, “Thank you, my lord.” He nodded and smiled, his dimple showing. Carly’s heart flip-flopped in her chest.

As Mr. Thompson, the unassuming butler, quietly showed everyone to their places at the table, and Lord Huntington seated Carly, she noticed the brilliant red walls, magnificent décor, and the elaborately set table. Exquisite centerpieces and foods for the first course of many were exhibited for all to enjoy. Everyone commented on how superbly everything looked and smelled.

What an evening this would be!

Carly is excited to meet new people. Will they become her friends?

Join me Friday for more from this dinner party.

Ellise

Friday, November 18, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-11-18T11:39:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 21:

Carly was alone with Mr. Stone.

From behind her, enjoying her fine curves, Mr. Stone commented, “So you have come upon hard times, eh? A beautiful creature such as yourself should not have to rely on employment to uphold care, needs, and most especially…wants.”

Turning to face him, startled at his depraved words, she insisted, “And how do you come by this information, sir, may I ask?” Fuming, she wondered if Lord Huntington had disclosed their private business arrangement to this odious man.

Tantalized by her spirit, Mr. Stone observed her through lustful eyes, “It is quite simple, really. You are an exquisitely, charming young lady in the position of governess. Completely unnecessary. What other explanation is there?”

She paced impatiently in the anteroom of this particular dining room called the Red Room, angry at herself for being early to supper. She was unaware that Mr. Stone had contrived to be early just in case he had such a private opportunity to be with her. Would anyone please come into this room and spare her his vile presence? Determined never to be early again, at least when he was present, Carly inwardly scolded Lord Huntington for not showing up promptly.

Feeling terribly aware of herself as Mr. Stone watched her endlessly from the settee, Carly thought he almost seemed to be salivating. Disgusting! Millesant had taken particular interest in her efforts tonight with Carly’s hair and gown, for she knew there were to be guests for a dinner party. Millesant always tried to do things that would please Lord Huntington, and now, her new friend, Lady Carly. Wearing a deep sapphire blue evening gown that Miss Thompson had only finished that day, she had thrilled at its beauty and the way it had made her look.

But now she was conscious of every ounce of her pale skin that showed; aware of her every curve that was enhanced; blushed for every beguiling feminine attribute that had been accentuated; for it seemed to have captured this gentleman’s awareness of her, and it was discomfiting. She had mistakenly believed that her new wardrobe would alleviate the pressure she had felt at being ogled. In her humility, she did not realize that some men would do so anyway.

Not wishing to be rude to her master’s guest, she tried holding her tongue; but he was impossible! “And what makes my situation seem ‘hard’ to you, sir? I am a lady and am being treated as such.” Looking away from Mr. Stone, yet again in disgust, she attempted interest in a painting on the wall, fidgeting nervously with her hair.

“Is that so?” Mumbling under his breath, he whispered, “Much to my amazement,” wondering how Lord Huntington was managing to keep his hands off this slip of a thing. “Many an eligible bachelor would sweep you off your feet if given half a chance, I daresay. I myself…am very eligible.”

Fists tightened at her sides, Carly turned, asking, “And is this a proposal of marriage, then? Shall I ask my employer’s approval,” she fumed.

Mr. Stone only chuckled at her feistiness, his black eyes twinkling. Licking his lips, as if anticipating a sweet treat, he said, “You have great spirit, my lady, well worth the challenge.”

“I guarantee you will be unsuccessful if you see me as nothing more than a challenge, sir!”

“We shall see, my lady, we shall see.”

His boldness sickened her.

Continuing his shameless scrutiny, he began, “I usually get my way…”

Odious man! Carly is mortified.

Join me on Monday for more of this scene from The Governess.

Ellise

Monday, November 14, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-11-14T10:36:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 21:

Mr. Stone reflected upon his life as he rode the countryside with the others. Beautiful women such as Lady Blakemore always had that sort of effect upon men, he assumed, turning their minds to the contemplation of marriage, settling down, and children.

Laughing to himself, he was amused at the image of himself as a devoted husband and father. He could be quite humorous sometimes. Again, he was diverted as her image returned to his mind, his mouth watering at the thought of kissing her soft, delicate shoulders. Lady Blakemore’s fiery temper tantalized him…just the right qualities in a lover, he thought.

Returning to his previous thoughts, memories flooded his cankered heart as he remembered his own father. Abusive, hateful, drunken, slothful; these were only a few of the words that came to his mind in reflecting upon this hated individual. His face grew dark and angry with the memories of his father beating his beloved mother who always tried her best to protect her children from his violent hand.

His two older sisters, younger brother, and he had always dreaded their father’s return from his drunken escapades. They would all be so happy—briefly—while he was gone, knowing his return would only bring pain and grief, having spent what little wages he earned on spirits, and then questioning why his wife could not provide a kinder welcome and better meals for him upon his return. He could almost recall the stench that was his father.

The ugly cruelty he grew up with was beyond conscience, and he had become numb to the affects, learning survival was all that mattered. Running away by the age of eleven, he had never returned. Not knowing what had become of his two sisters or his little brother, all he had come to care about was his own full belly and satisfied needs. Learning to take what he wanted, if given half a chance, he had done well by these methods.

Thievery had been his only recourse, having no food or shelter. Quickly, he became good at it, enjoying the exhilaration he felt while pilfering. He learned that people trusted his innocent face, and he swiftly took advantage of this knowledge.

Having observed how others had good occupations that provided steady-enough income, he determined he would much rather have suitable living conditions, food and drink, rather than not, on a very regular basis. As he satisfied his first most basic needs, he began to hire himself out, saving his wages in various locations, as well as the results of his burglaries. His stealthy ingeniousness had brought him great rewards and many business partners.

As he grew older, he found he had saved much of his resources, and found opportunities to invest them in legitimate ventures. Finding himself able to mix more and more with higher society than he had come from, he even adapted as best he could their language, manners, and dress, all copied to the last detail. Even tutors had been hired to this end.

He had become a master of deception.

Determined to fit into the very best of families, he, therefore, created opportunities for his benefit. Upon doing so, he had stumbled upon his most profitable venture thus far. Rubbing his hands together, he thought no man could be happier. Now, many years later, he lived the life he had only dreamed possible all those years ago.

Now nearing his fortieth year, he smiled a satisfied smile when he thought of all he had accomplished in his short lifetime. Briefly, an image of his mother’s sweet countenance appeared before him, a look of disappointment upon her lovely, yet scarred face, at his unwholesome activities. Feeling a twinge of guilt, he only allowed himself this for a moment when he thought of all the legitimate business he also conducted. Knowing his mother would never have approved of his choice of lifestyle, he figured she was not here to say anything.

Sometimes he had been surprised at his coldness in dealing with his fellowman, or in most cases, fellow-woman, but figured he had inherited this attribute from his father’s well-demonstrated example of manhood.

Sniffing quickly, wiping at his perspiring brow, impatient to be done with these depressing memories, he whipped at his horse brutally, kicking its hind quarters to speed his journey onward as he began again to think on more appealing thoughts; that of the lovely Lady Blakemore.

A wicked man. What is his significance? Read on...

Ellise

Friday, November 11, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-11-11T09:33:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 20 concluded:

Carly’s eyes took him in, aware of his fine-looking suit, with the accompanying grey overcoat, black boots and hat. She noticed how his dark hair stuck out from his hat in wild curls brushing the collar of his overcoat. His crisp, white cravat was always a sharp contrast to his tan skin and, though it was only past noonday, his beard was showing already. Trembling, she found his presence entirely commanding.

Mr. Stone cleared his throat. “What a remarkable young lady you are, Lady Blakemore, to be out riding alone. And with such abundant zeal.”

Startled from her reverie, just now aware of Mr. Stone’s presence again, Carly looked at him with a furrowed brow, responding a little fervently, “I enjoy the freedom I feel on horseback, do you not also?”

Chuckling, in response, to her hasty temper, Mr. Stone looked over at Lord Huntington as if to tell him he had just sweetened the deal between them.

But Creighton was still looking at Lady Blakemore, oblivious to Mr. Stone’s satisfaction. He asked, a sudden worried look upon his face, “Do you not have an escort with you today, Lady Blakemore?”

“Yes, my lord.” Looking over her shoulder, she spotted Henry in the distance, “See, just there…”

Relief showing upon his face immediately, he said, “Good, good.” After making eye contact with the groomsman, exacting continued loyalty to his important task, Creighton continued, “We must ride together one morning. I shall show you the grounds more extensively.”

Enthusiasm glimmered in her eyes as she answered, “I would like that very much, indeed.” Carly was excited at the prospect…or was it the hope of being alone with her master? She reprimanded herself for such a silly thought. As if dinner weren’t enough time alone.

“Then it is a plan.”

Continuing to look at each other, Carly nervously said, “Well, I am sure I am holding you up from some purpose, so I shall bid you farewell.” They lifted their hats to her as she nodded and said, “Gentlemen.” As soon as Lord Huntington let go of Clover, Carly was off like a bolt of lightning, wild hair and all.

Lord Hayden Carter had watched his best friend, Lord Huntington, through this entire exchange with great enthusiasm as he saw between this young girl and his long-time friend a magnetism that was incredibly palpable. Knowing Creighton as well as he did, he also knew his friend was completely besotted. And quite oblivious to his obsession.

But Hayden also sensed in Lady Blakemore a confusion or fear of Creighton beyond her attraction for him. In these brief moments, he realized this young lady was awfully innocent. Creighton would have to tread carefully.

Mr. Stone’s thoughts were completely different, his attention captivated by this juicy little tidbit he had discovered under the roof of his business partner. His head was already swimming with ideas, plans, and wishes to be satisfied.

Grinning a lustful grin to himself, he joined in on the pleasure of watching her departing figure.

Chapter 20s conclusion shows a perfect example of Carly's love of nature and horseback riding...and romance.

Thank you for reading with me today! Next week begins a look into a major bad player in The Governess. Join me again then.

Ellise

Monday, November 7, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-11-07T08:56:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 20 continued:

Very handsome, as well, possibly five and thirty years old, with smooth blonde hair and black eyes that matched the color of his hat, there was something unsettling about him straight away. His eyes burned into her as if she had nothing on. Blushing at such a thought, she quickly dismissed these feelings, saying instead, “My Lord Carter—Mr. Stone.” Carly tipped her head formally, “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.” Smiling brilliantly at them, she noticed again how Mr. Stone stared openly at her. Uncomfortable still with the way he was ogling her, she looked away to ask Lord Huntington, “Do you often ride your grounds, Lord Huntington, for I rarely see you do so?”

“Nearly every day. Sometimes more than once a day.”

“You have a very grand estate.” Smiling radiantly, Carly continued, “Which I have enjoyed very much. Of course, today the rain halted my morning ride…but it’s wonderful out here now.”

Nodding his agreement, Creighton continued, his own eyes not able to pry away from her, “I was only just showing Mr. Stone around the grounds, for he has been here but rarely, unlike my close friend, Lord Carter, who claims this estate as his second home.” Breaking away his intense gaze momentarily, Creighton looked at Lord Carter with amusement. The Marquis grinned with no apparent regret to the truth of this statement.

Carly’s mare had not stopped pawing at the ground, and Carly tried to calm her by leaning over, her long hair falling about her, and whispering to her, “Shhh, Clover Girl…” and patting her gently on the neck, “Shhh…” she encouraged, but it was not working. Lord Huntington’s magnificent black stallion had become excited because of the mare. Clover was now turning around in a circle, bored with the talking. Carly’s hair flowed freely all around her as she tried to gain control of the beast. Lord Huntington reached out, and with one swiftly controlled movement, caught the horse’s bridle holding her still. Clover seemed to know her master well.

Lord Huntington was now face to face with Carly, and she could only stare back into his striking green eyes which bore into hers, aware only of his essence. As he reached out and brushed her hair back that had tangled upon a button, she started. “Oh…,” was all she could say, her gloved hand going to her glowing cheek.

Lord Huntington and Lady Blakemore were completely oblivious that there were two other gentlemen sitting, waiting on them.

Join me on Friday to finish this scene and this chapter. Thanks for reading with me!

Ellise

Friday, November 4, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-11-04T12:41:00.000-06:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 20 continued:

Feeling invigorated by the speed, Carly also felt cleansed somehow with the spring breezes that embraced smells of flowers and fresh rain blowing in her face. Carly was enjoying her horse and ride and did not care where she went as long as it was fast, furious and free. Clover was kicking up clumps of muddy wet grass as she flew enjoying just as much their time together.

Riding so quickly that her hat became loose, before she could grab it, it flew from her head into the air, but Carly was too carried away in this feeling to care. Her hair was next to be buffeted by the breeze, and it felt glorious to have the pins picked and pulled by the wind till it was free to blow wildly behind her. Laughing vibrantly, she shook her head and squealed an exhilarating squeal of delight at the feeling of freedom she was enjoying, oblivious to anyone around her. Laughter spurred the horse on faster, enjoying her riding companion’s exuberance.

Creighton and his guests watched from a distance as the lovely young lady thoroughly enjoyed the outdoors, completely unaware of them. Noting how her hat flew off behind her, he thought he might retrieve it for her, until he saw her magnificent tresses come loose, thinking of nothing else while he watched, enraptured by her exquisite loveliness. She was elegance and energy personified.

Carly soon realized that she was coming upon three riders. They were coming from a different direction but intersecting with hers. Unenthusiastically, she slowed the reluctant horse to a trot and then came to a halt.

Stunningly gorgeous in her cranberry-colored riding habit, her hair all about her shoulders and face and curling from the humidity, her eyes shined bright with excitement from her ride as her breathing slowed. Clover, her beautiful chestnut mare was prancing impatiently as if she would take off again any second, their race having been cut short. The three riders sat astride their steeds facing her now with great admiration showing upon all their faces.

Blushing at their perusal, she looked down with reserve, until she was composed, which was difficult because of her energetic feelings of moments ago.

“Good afternoon, Lady Blakemore.”

Carly answered him, “Good afternoon, Lord Huntington.”

“May I introduce you, Lady Blakemore, to two of my business partners, The Most Honourable, The Marquis of Southwickshire, Lord Hayden Carter and Mr. Melville Stone?” Turning to look at the gentlemen, he continued, “Lady Blakemore has recently come to Huntington Manor as my,” he hesitated, correcting himself, “as the new governess.”

They each tipped their hats to her in greeting, saying, “How do you do?” seemingly both genuinely pleased to meet her.

The Marquis of Southwickshire had a similar build to Lord Huntington, and handsome, and kind, she thought. He looked all of five and twenty, tops. His dark auburn hair curled expertly under his hat, touching his brown collar. Honey-brown eyes sparkled, staring curiously at her. She could sense in this gentleman a certain mischief. He smiled his boyish grin without reserve.

Instantly, she liked him. .

Mr. Stone, however, was a different story.

Hmmm...what will these gentlemen be like, I wonder? Good, bad or simply flirts?

Thanks for reading with me today. If you haven't already read it, you might find last Friday's post beguiling.

Ellise

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

2011-10-31T10:08:00.000-06:00

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 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-10-28T12:33:00.000-06:00

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 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-10-24T10:41:00.000-06:00

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 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-10-21T08:57:00.000-06:00

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

Wednesday, October 19, 2011 -- New Release: MINI-MOVIE Book Trailer

2011-10-19T10:43:00.000-06:00

UPDATE:

MINI-MOVIE Book Trailer for The Governess --

Turn up the Volume to hear this one!

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=171190209636310

Let me know what you think?

Thanks,

Ellise

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

2011-10-17T11:06:00.000-06:00

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 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-10-14T10:36:00.000-06:00

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 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-10-10T10:41:00.000-06:00

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 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-10-07T11:51:00.000-06:00

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 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

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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.”

“I apologize. I did not mean to pry into your private affairs, my lord. I only…”

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

Friday, September 30, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-09-30T09:06:00.000-06:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17 continued:

Henry nervously shrugged his shoulders saying, “He disappeared a while ago when he saw…” Suddenly hesitating, Henry’s neck turned mottled, splotchy-red colors.

“When he saw what?” Creighton was concerned at the young groomsman’s tentativeness.

“He saw one of the chambermaids beating rugs, my lord,” was all he could offer.

Understanding dawned upon Creighton. He was aware that Henry watched his color rise in anger. Nodding in appreciation of his obedience, Creighton said, “You are wise to be truthful with me always, Henry. Thank you.”

“My lord,” nodding his head, Henry took a deep breath. He began chewing a piece of grass again, probably too vigorously.

Turning to the cottage once more, Creighton was suddenly assaulted by old memories. This place had a history that…well…he was getting furious just thinking about it.

He physically calmed himself before stepping forward, knocking upon the door. Instantly, it got quiet inside before Lady Blakemore softly answered, “Come in.”

Lord Huntington stepped inside the cottage, and all three sets of eyes went wide, ready for the reprimand. But all he could do was chuckle when he saw the sight before him. Both Jonathon and Elspeth had a feather tucked into their hair holding an especially beautiful prisoner hostage. Lady Blakemore sat tied to her chair. Laughing quietly, he said, “Please, do not let me stop you. Continue, by all means.”

Sitting down in a chair opposite of where they were playing in front of the fireplace, his stature filling the space, they only stared at him. They could not seem to play anymore.

He insisted, “Well—I interrupted you. How is this going to end? I wish to see.” Jonathon and Elspeth looked at each other as if they did not know this man who was asking them to perform for him, but timidly they turned around to Miss Blakemore for guidance.

Embarrassed herself, she was determined to conquer these feelings and make this an opportunity for father and children to spend time together. Forcing her own nervousness back, she smiled encouragingly at both of them, and began wailing, “Please…no! What will my poor children do if you take me prisoner? Oh, help me, someone! Please help me!”

Quickly catching up in the excitement, Elspeth exclaimed, “You must come quietly or we bonk your head with hatchet…” she looked over at her father with a coy smile. Smiling back, he nodded his approval.

Carly said, “Yes, yes. I will be silent.”

Carly and Elspeth looked expectantly at Jonathon as if it was his turn. But Jonathon said quietly, “I…I do not wish to play anymore.” Turning around, he went outside, shoulders sagging. Elspeth followed him outdoors and sat down next to him on a fallen trunk, rubbing his back, taking the quills from both their hair.

Lady Blakemore looked dreadfully apologetic towards Lord Huntington, “I am sorry my lord. I think he was only being shy.”

Nodding his head, he asked, “Would you like some help? You look a little tied up at the moment.”

Smiling in trepidation at his joke, she nodded in agreement. “Thank you.”

As he untied her, she said, “I hope you do not mind us coming here. We were merely outdoors having our botany lessons when we came upon this darling cottage. The children wanted to play house, and we lost track of time, we were having so much fun.”

The anger that stirred quickly in his gut at this sensitive topic was too quick for him to smother, knowing even as he spoke that he did not mean to be so harsh, for how could she possibly know his reasons for feeling this way. “I do mind, Lady Blakemore, very much!” Now standing directly in front of her, he continued, “This cottage is off limits!”

Off-limit cottages, rug-beating chambermaids...what does this have to do with making Lord Huntington angry?

Read with me on Monday!
Ellise

Monday, September 26, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-09-26T13:02:00.000-06:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17:

“Where did they go, Joe, did you see? This woman does not understand taking precautions!” Creighton was beside himself with worry. “Does she not heed fear?” He did not realize that she truly did not understand the depths of the community’s worry over the kidnappings.

On a daily basis, Creighton made available to himself the locations of the outings that Lady Blakemore took the children on, but this one had evaded him. “Where are they? Were they walking about the grounds?”

“Yes, milord. I saw ‘em not an ‘our ago walkin’ in the direction o’ the cottage, sire. I ‘ave tried to be watchful with all the trouble ‘bout, sire. In fact, ‘Enry an’ George are following them as instructed.”

A look of great relief showed upon Lord Huntington’s face with this news. “Good, good.”

“But ‘ee know little ones, milord; they love to explore places. Do not be too ‘ard on them now, sire; they are, after all, only children.” No one would ever convince old Joe that Lord Huntington had anything to do with the awful rumors going about, for he was a good, honorable man with worry written clearly on every feature of his face.

“Thank you, Joe.” Striding off in the direction of the cottage with anger diffusing, if only a little, he thought of another week gone by since the incident at the lake. But here and now, he had worried that she had gone and done it again; taken the children off without anyone to help her if trouble were to arise. It angered him that she would even need to take such precautions. He sighed heavily, slightly relieving his stress.

And then, even more discouraging to him, to have their outing occur at a place that he loathed so completely. It made his stomach churn. His stress was instantly re-fed.

“Why have I not torn it down?” he asked himself in self recrimination.

He was getting tired of following her around telling her what not to do. Knowing he was being overprotective, that he frightened her, just like all the other governesses, he could not seem to restrain himself.

As he walked into the clearing and approached the door, he could hear the children talking excitedly and Lady Blakemore answering in her soft, sweet voice. Stopping to listen for a moment to what they were saying, he was surprised at what he heard.

“Chief Jumping Horse says you must trade flour and sugar supplies or he will not let you free.”

“Oh! Please do not harm us! What will my poor family eat?”

“You can get your white man food easier than any of us Indians can,” Creighton heard Elspeth giggle as she playacted.

Creighton smiled as he realized that they were playing house—or more accurately, Indians—and Jonathon was actually joining in on the fun. What a breakthrough! Listening again, he heard Lady Blakemore pretend to struggle, hearing her make grunting noises. Then he heard Jonathon say, “Me capture you, make you squaw.” Chuckling to himself, he thought, how can I interrupt this fun playtime? I was going to come bursting in here a minute ago. Elspeth probably would have started crying again. What are they harming?

But he knew. Worrying about their safety first, he looked around to see Henry sitting under a nearby tree watching him. Just then, Henry must have decided that it was best to address his master on his feet as he scrambled to do so. Nodding, Creighton stepped closer, and quietly asked, “Where is George?”

Children playing Indians. Governesses tied up. Hmmm... Where is George, and why should it matter? Stay tuned for more of this scene on Friday.

Ellise

Friday, September 23, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

2011-09-23T16:41:00.000-06:00

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 16 continued and finished:

As for Lord Huntington, he had mistakenly refused new bedding upon Lady Blakemore’s bed, thinking it silly for his one night stay, but now could not sleep because of it. Her gentle fragrance filled his nostrils with a heady sensation that enveloped him with feelings he tried best to ignore.

But sleep would not come.

Finally, he stalked from the room to seek relief in the library.

Frustration mounted as he thought about what Lady Blakemore had experienced tonight. She had been quite upset, and he had felt responsible for it! He did not wish to see her so unhappy again. It had troubled him greatly. To the dark room, he stated, “I cannot help myself.”

This incident would be investigated at all cost. Someone was up to no good, and he would not sleep restfully until this mystery was solved.

*******

That uncomfortable sensation of being watched grew as Carly walked the grounds. Figuring that it was the Study window, she looked.

No one.

Searching the windows, she gazed up towards the attics and shivered all over upon seeing a distinct figure.

She was being watched.

But not by Lord Huntington.

Curiosity took hold. She must visit the attics.

As she mounted the final staircase to her destination, she felt an eeriness creep over her. Freezing mid-step, Carly worried over the strange sensation that had stopped her. Out of a dark corner of the staircase, Carly sensed again that she was being watched.

Horrified, she wondered what to do?

Go back? But then she would not know who it was watching her.

But did she really want to know?

Petrified, she wondered, indeed, if it was a ghost. It was almost as if the darkness had hands reaching out to her throat, cutting short her breath. After an insanely tense moment, she laughed at herself for her ridiculousness. She gingerly took another step forward only to let out a terrified scream.

Ethel stood disturbingly silent in the darkness, watching Carly.

Trying to catch her breath, Carly demanded, “What…what are you doing?”

Ethel stood staring. It was thoughtless. Unhuman. In a monotone whisper, the indistinct figure said, “I might ask you the same thing.”

Indignant, Carly insisted, “What is your purpose in these dark attics? Surely you have not been asked to clean them alone…and without light?”

“Such a know-it-all! So ‘aughty!” Ethel’s expression was not kind.

Carly would not be bullied. “Why do you always look at me from the windows when I am walking the grounds?”

Snorting with disgust, Ethel said, “You think I ‘ave nothin’ betta to do than watch the likes o’ you? You must think you are mighty special, milady.” Her sneer showed an ugly side to this girl, her mocking curtsey demonstrating her dislike.

“No. Just annoyed with your rudeness.” Carly’s brow crinkled with newfound insight. “I wonder if you are the one who has tried scaring me in the night,” Carly reasoned aloud. Her limbs froze when she thought of the bloodied, shattered mirror. Might she be in danger? Here in the dark? Away from anyone else in the house?

A wicked smile spread upon the servant’s face at the governess’s fear. Her insight.

Watchful, resentful, especially if her assumptions were correct, Carly asked, “Are you guilty?”

They stood staring at each other in the dark stairwell, questions unanswered.

With disturbing composure, Ethel stated, “I ‘ave work to be done. Please excuse me.”

Carly leaned against the wall, unwilling to be close to the servant girl as she stepped down and around her.

Ethel only laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls in her plunge into the darkness. Unkind thoughts and feelings roiled around in her breast.

Carly was disturbed.

Perfumed sheets and scary stairwells? The best kind of romance/suspense. I hope you enjoy today's excerpts!

Ellise

Woohoo! I'm at #14! Help me keep my momentum, please!

2011-09-20T13:38:00.000-06:00

It's a tight race to the top five on authonomy.com. I'm neck-and-neck with several who could steal my spot, which is what I've just done to another fellow authonomite. It's hard not to feel bad, so I do. However, even though I've moved ahead, I've also lost backings on bookshelves and my star rating has gone down again. Which translates into disaster! Please help me if you can. Thank you! Instructions how to help are at the bottom of my Blog page.

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Ellise

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2011-09-20T12:14:00.000-06:00

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