Love is in the Air...

I just wanted to introduce to you my darling niece, Melissa. And what a sweetheart she is! I just might tell you something secret about her...she's still single and very much available...but only to someone who is as sweet and kind as she is.

This little gal just called me up to tell me that she and her friend both bought my trilogy in paperback and wondered what else they could do to help me get the word out about my work. Isn't that so sweet? This is who Melissa is and always has been. She's selfless, and helpful, and always thinking about someone else (besides the fact that she's gorgeous and simply adorable!). She would be a darling wife and exceptional mother. And I can't wait to see it!

So...if you know of any dang good looking fellows out there who are thirty-something and have such kind personalities as my darling niece, let's hook 'em up! 

Cheers for a good love story!

Love you, Melissa!

Aunt Ellise~

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

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 23 concluded:

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

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

But…it had not worked last night. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

            And they were. 

How she reveled their company. 

*******

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

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

What had been his purpose? 

His intentions? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goodness!  She was worried herself. 

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

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

So, no. 

She would not mention her first incredible kiss. 

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

Ellise ;)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ellise

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

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 18 continued:

Finally, the big day had come.  Jonathon was sitting in his room with Lady Blakemore and Elspeth. 

Carly still regretted that Lord Huntington was not at home today.  But, no matter.  This was an important event, hoping that it would show Jonathon that his father had been involved at least to some degree.  

            Carly held up a small black vest, “This you will wear over the white ruffled shirt.”  She laid it down on his bed and held up a red handkerchief, “This will be worn around your head.”  Carly noted that Jonathon’s eyes were getting brighter with excitement.  With the last piece, his mouth fell wide open.  She could see that he now knew what he was dressing to be.  “And this is your eye patch,” she giggled at his excitement. 

Jonathon fingered the costume and looked up at Carly in wonder.  “I am to be a pirate?” 

            “Do you think it shall be fun?” 

            He could only nod vigorously.  

            “And last, but not least, here is your buckle and sword.” 

            Jonathon gasped in astonished excitement, carefully fingering this fine gear.  Smiling brilliantly, he quickly nodded his head.  “I will dress straight away!” 

            “Let me know if you shall need any help.  Then I will explain further.  Elspeth and I shall be waiting in my room.” 

            “Thank you,” he nodded. 

            Taking Elspeth’s hand, Carly left the room so he could have privacy.  “Let’s pick out your favorite ribbons that we shall work into your hair, Elspeth.” 

            Elspeth gasped in surprised pleasure, “Your ribbons!  Oh!  I just love your ribbons!” 

            Closing the door behind them, they went over to Carly’s dressing table and opened the drawer.  “Which ones do you think you shall like, darling?” 

            Elspeth’s eyes glittered as if she had found her own treasure chest filled with fine jewels.  “I cannot make up my mind, Miss Blakemore.” 

            “Shall we match to your favorite dresses?” 

            Elspeth looked adoringly up to her governess and said, “You always know best.”  Carly laughed, hugging this sweet, darling child. 

            As they waited for Jonathon, they carefully selected the most delicate, feminine ribbons in Carly’s collection.  Carly had known Elspeth would pick from these finest, since she had quickly learned so much of this little girl’s taste and style already showing itself at such a young age. 

            A knock came to the nursery door, followed by the debonair Jonathon.  He held the belt around his waist but apparently needed help doing it up. 

            “Oh dear Jonathon!  You look so charming.  Does he not look charming, Elspeth?” 

            “Yes, quite handsome I would say.” 

            After helping him buckle his sword just right, Carly exclaimed, “Goodness!  I almost forgot the crowning piece.  We cannot have that now, can we?” 

With Jonathon’s eyes wide, he slowly shook his head in agreement, astonished that there could be more. 

With an excited laugh, Carly stood and went into her dressing room opening her wardrobe and reaching into the bottom.  She pulled from it a large red hatbox. 

Setting the hatbox upon her bed, she motioned for him to come forward, both children’s eyes bulging with excitement.  As Jonathon carefully opened the hatbox, he removed the paper and gazed down to see a captain’s hat with a large red feather plume stuck in the black strap.  Both children gasped their surprise.  Ever so gently, as if it was a priceless fortune, Jonathon gathered the hat out of the special paper and placed it upon his red handkerchief-covered head.  His grin was extraordinarily beautiful, all that Carly had hoped for.  What an adventure he was to have today. 

            Suddenly, Jonathon, with a giggle, took his hat from his head and swished it through the air as he gave the ladies a suave bow.  Placing it upon his head, he quickly hugged Carly, giving her a most precious gift before his treasure hunt had even begun. 

Hugging him to her and laughing with both children, she said, “Oh, Jonathon.  I hope this means that you are happy…that you are excited?” 

            “Oh yes, Miss Blakemore!  You have shocked me greatly with your surprise.  Thank you most kindly.” 

            “But this is just the beginning, Jonathon.” 

            He let go of her as he looked up into her face with greater astonishment.  “There’s… there’s more?” 

            Elspeth jumped up and down clapping her hands, “Oh, Johnny!  You are going to be so excited!  So, so excited!” 

            “Shall we tell him then, Elspeth?” 

            “Oh yes, please!” 

            Squatting down in front of both children, Carly was thrilled to say, “Would you care to go on a real treasure hunt, Jonathon?”  Elspeth squealed, jumping and clapping again, thrilled for her brother. 

            “Miss Blakemore!  Really?” 

Jonathon’s expression told Carly all that she had hoped to see; all that she had prayed for all these weeks of preparation. 

“I shall be glad to!”  As Jonathon, in a grown-up gentlemanly way, helped Miss Blakemore to stand, he hugged her again, his hat dislodging from his head.  He quickly picked it up as a solitary tear of happiness trickled down Carly’s cheek. 

She quickly wiped it away so the children would not see. 

            “Come.  Let us sit down for a moment.”  Carly guided the children to the couch so she could show Jonathon his first clue.  With a contagious grin, she explained, “I have placed clues about the house for you to find.” 

Jonathon’s expression was a myriad of emotions.

“They are numbered for you to see if you are in the right order for the next clue.  If it is alright with you, Jonathon, Elspeth and I would like to accompany you on your search.” 

            “That would be most welcome, my lady.”   He bowed over her hand, and kissed it lightly, and both Elspeth and Carly laughed in surprise at his chivalry, his uncharacteristic teasing. 

            “Oh, Jonathon.  You are such a dear.  Now then, shall you read your first clue and see if you can figure it out?  It will lead you to your next clue.” 

            “This will be so fun!” Elspeth cried. 

            Jonathon nodded his head excitedly in agreement as he read, “It says: 

Chocolate and cream is my taste,

To where should I make haste?

(If you wish to read the Treasure Hunt's conclusion, please log on to the link at the right, authonomy.com, and go to Chapter 18 to finish reading.)

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

Ellise