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Book Two in The Huntington Saga Series Novels~

Pirate Bride!

Miss Susannah Blakemore is kidnapped and sold into white slavery as payback to the Huntingtons. Will her pirate hero save her?

“The Huntingtons will pay. Oh, they will pay.” Plots and unholy alliances are put into action carrying out long-awaited retribution.

Only … one was not thought of. One was not even considered. How would anyone have guessed that a descendant of a pirate would take up his old family tradition in a mad quest to regain his bitterly lost love? The Marquess of Latham will not abide by this act of violence arranged for his precious love, but will surely save her -- will he not? And will he make her the next pirate bride?

Next? There must be a first to have a 'next'. But there was another ... centuries ago ... that still walks the halls of Stonecrest Castle.

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Friday, January 6, 2012

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

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 23 concluded:

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

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

But…it had not worked last night. 

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

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



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

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

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

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

            And they were. 

How she reveled their company. 

*******

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

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

What had been his purpose? 

His intentions? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goodness!  She was worried herself. 

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

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

So, no. 

She would not mention her first incredible kiss. 


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

Ellise ;)

Monday, January 2, 2012

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 7, 2011

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, October 14, 2011

Friday, October 14, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

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, September 19, 2011

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

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 16:


As Carly sat down to brush through her hair that night, she looked up into her mirror startled, squelching a sudden scream.  Instantly, she dropped her brush, her hands going to her face in horror.  Her countenance was cut into disfigured fragments as she stared back at her shattered, bloodied, broken mirror.  The scarlet globules dripped down the disjointed pieces, terrifying Carly at the deliberateness of such a diabolical act.  Running from her room in terror, Carly pounded upon Lord Huntington’s door. 
            He had heard her scream. 
            Upon opening his door to find her standing there in nothing but her nightgown, Creighton immediately saw the panic upon her face, increasing his own.  Unnerved, he asked, “What is wrong?” 
            “My…my mirror…” was all she could sob, pointing towards her bedroom. 
            Stalking down the hallway in nothing but his pajama bottoms, he entered her room to see what she was distressed about.  As he drew near her dressing table, he could see the shattered glass, the blood dripping down its fragments.  Confused by such hateful evil in his household, he was at once livid. 
Why would someone be so purposely cruel to Lady Blakemore? 
Turning, he could see that she would not enter her room, but only stood at the doorway, distraught at what this might mean.  Her discomfort was distressing.  Striding back to her, he pulled her to him.  Her hands seared his flesh as she pressed her hands against his chest in awkwardness, choking back more tears from the spectacle of his nakedness. 
“Forgive me, my lady.”  Fighting for something to say or do, he said surprisingly calmly, “You must sleep in the chambers next door tonight.  I will ring for someone to clean up this mess, and all will be well here for you by tomorrow.”  Nodding her head in agreement, he pulled the bell pull, retrieved her robe, and then escorted her next door. 
            Opening the door to the spare room, he shuddered at the coldness of the closed up space.  Turning to her again, he said, “No, this will not do.  It is much too cold in here for you.  Please…I offer you my warm room for the night, and I will stay in yours.”  Holding his hand up to quiet her protests, he said, “I do not mean to upset you in any way, my lady, but I do mean to protect you and to make certain you are comfortable.” 
Mrs. Thompson quickly came down the hallway in her robe and nightcap, and asked, “My lord?” 
“Thank you, Mrs. Thompson.  Something rather disturbing has occurred tonight.  Please have my room made ready for Lady Blakemore.  She will be staying there to keep her safe.” 
Mrs. Thompson could see by his expression that he was holding back in front of Lady Blakemore.  She knew he would explain to her when they were alone.  “Yes, my lord.  It shall be done immediately.”  She left to attend to her duties, with the help of Ethel and Doris, who, in passing, eyed Carly strangely. 
She shivered. 
“You are cold.  Here, let us get you a blanket or something.” 
“Thank you,” was all Carly could seem to say. 
“Come.  Let us get you more comfortable while you wait.”  Lord Huntington led Carly to the sitting area of his chambers near the fire and made her comfortable on a couch with the promised blanket.  As he belted his robe, he said, “I will return shortly.”  He seemed bent upon a mission, his scowl ever-present upon his brow as he left. 
Carly shuddered again.  As she looked around his room, she observed the simple masculinity she found.  Dark wood etched with exquisite millwork was complimented by navy and burgundy accents.  The furniture was heavy and straightforward in its designs.  Snuggling deeper into her blanket, she observed the women remaking the bed, stacking fresh towels, refilling hot water, and stoking the fire.  The chambermaids kept looking at Carly oddly, almost smugly, which was beginning to annoy her. 
As the two maids finished and were shooed from the room, Carly received a whiff of the master’s scent from the removed bedding, breathing deeply.  Contentedly, she sighed, feeling comforted because of it.  She would, indeed, feel safer in his rooms tonight. 
Mrs. Thompson looked over the room one last time and asked, “Is there anything else you might need from your room that I can get for you, my lady?” 
“Yes, actually, Mrs. Thompson.  Thank you.  Just my essentials, please.” 
“Very good.  I will see to it, my lady, and will bring to you some hot chocolate while I am at it.” 
“Thank you for all your kindness, Mrs. Thompson, but it is not necessary.” 
“No trouble at all.  You might find it soothing.” 
“Thank you.  You are so kind.”  She smiled at the sympathetic housekeeper, finding her smile returned.  It was a godsend. 
As Carly snuggled deep into the covers of the master’s bed, she felt strange.  His scent was still present throughout the room, and it invaded her solitude over and over, but was not unwelcome.  In fact, it continued to calm her and reassure her as nothing ever had. 
Without the hot chocolate, she drifted into an exhausted slumber with the master still upon her mind. 

It's always nice to have a hero save you from certain misery.  Creighton's kindness and urgency in taking care of Carly is sweet, for she could not bear to deal with the bloodied, broken mirror in her room that someone purposely plotted. 

Thanks for reading with me today.  Read more on Friday. 

Thanks,
Ellise

Friday, September 16, 2011

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

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 15 continued:

(Last week's post has more to it that I have not posted.  To read the rest, follow my link on this page to authonomy.com to finish.)


Carly and the children were laughing and giggling as they played hide-and-seek around the house.  Lady Blakemore informed Mrs. Thompson they were taking time out from their lessons, and since it was raining outside, decided to play indoors.  They should return to their lessons after a well-deserved break.  The servants, though busy about their work, would, from time to time, give hints to Lady Blakemore’s or the children’s whereabouts when stuck and could not find each other. 
Everyone but Ethel and Doris, that is. 
Between the two of them, they did all they could to cause trouble, steering them in the wrong direction always.  Once, in such a moment, Carly was following their altered instructions and ran right into the broad chest of Lord Huntington with such force, he had to catch her to him for fear that she would tumble to the floor. 
As he gingerly held her to him, he asked, “Are you alright, my lady?” 
            “I am…quite alright, my lord.  For…forgive me for…” she looked up into his face, hesitating in her words, fascinated by his pale lips that slowly curved up into a smile.  Thoroughly embarrassed, she could not remember what to say. 
            But he continued to hold her to him, he himself fascinated with the way she felt and smelled, and asked, “You are enjoying your day?”  Only able to nod her head, he gently squeezed her arms and said, “I am glad to see it.  Now, if you will please excuse me.”  Bowing to her, he walked off in his brusque manner. 
She was left to ponder her feelings, suddenly hiccupping, covering her mouth. 
Quickly laughing, Lord Huntington said over his shoulder, “Those hiccups will give you away to the children, Lady Blakemore.” 
Mortified that he had heard, she hiccupped again.  His chuckling was heard as he continued down the corridor.  
            The children then found her, and she screeched in feigned surprise grabbing Jonathon and Elspeth to her and making them jump and giggle from being startled too.  Then she would search for them again, and the household would be disrupted by pattering feet quickly hiding. 
            Happily, the household was getting used to their days being interrupted by fun-loving giggles and exciting escapades. 
Mrs. Thompson nodded to herself as she thought; it has been too many years…too many years, indeed. 

*******

All was working out well. 
            Her companion was quite thrilled with getting away from the doldrums of home.  Shortly, they would be engaged in her services for a prolonged visit to Dunfordshire. 
She was anxious to see the handsome earl again and would be so grateful for the assistance in any way to appeal to him.  Her collaborator would do anything for her… 
Anything at all! 

A chance encounter with the master while playing hide-and-seek?  Hmmm.  Could be interesting... 

And, do you remember previous tidbits of a secret person plotting against Carly?  Here are her thoughts again.  She wants Lord Huntington to herself.

Join me on Monday for more.
Ellise