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TAKEN BY THE PRINCE

Taken By The Prince, April 2011
by Christina Dodd

Signet Select
Featuring: Victoria Cardiff; Saber Lawrence
400 pages
ISBN: 0451413040
EAN: 9780451413048
Kindle: B004IYIU7Y
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"Witty, Adventurous and Unexpected, This Ninth in the Governess Bride Series is Another Winner"

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TAKEN BY THE PRINCE
Christina Dodd

Reviewed by Diana Troldahl
Posted May 19, 2011

Romance Historical

Victoria Cardiff grew up next door to Raul Saber Lawrence and his half-sisters. He had arrived one day disheveled and barbaric from distant Moricadia, a European country constantly on the brink of civil war. His father, Lord Grimsborough, is determined to beat the defiance out of him and make him into a proper Englishman, suitable to be his heir, far more worthy than Saber's claims of being heir to the throne of small and insignificant Moricadia.

Years later, Victoria has become the governess to the daughters of a wealthy merchant traveling Europe on business when one leg of the journey brings them to Moricadia. In their hotel lobby she spots Saber Lawrence, the man who has held her heart since she was a child. In an offhand remark she mentions his previous claims to be a prince of the country, and sets into motion events which can wreak havoc on many lives.

Saber Lawrence learned to ape the characteristics so prized by his brutal father but he never forgot the pleas of his mother or the needs of the people of Moricadia who look to him to help throw off the yoke of the oppressive usurpers currently ruling the country. He always intended to return for sweet Victoria but overthrowing the government, even of a small country, takes much longer than you might imagine. Victoria's sudden appearance is welcome, until her unwitting remarks put everything he has worked toward in grave peril.

I have never been disappointed with a Christina Dodd book, and TAKEN BY THE PRINCE confirms that faith. Witty, adventurous, and unexpected, the storyline leaps from England to a remote and fictional part of Europe while keeping the reader closely involved in the lives of the main characters. As usual, her ancillary characters are also vivid and amusing in this ninth in the Governess Brides series. Ninth or twenty-ninth, I never tire of finding a new book by Dodd, and I never will.

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SUMMARY

New York Times bestseller Christina Dodd’s newest historical matches a proper English governess with a rebel prince.... Lovely Victoria Cardiff is very prim, very strict, very sure that England is the only civilized place in the world. She’s about to find out she’s right. Only Victoria knows the truth about dashing, dissolute, dangerous Saber Lawrenceβ€”that he is a renegade prince plotting to seize control of his country. To ensure her silence, Saber kidnaps Victoria and carries her away to his castle deep in the woods. There they hide the truth about their past: a glittering ball, angry words, a passionate kiss. He vows to vanquish her reserve … but soon finds an English governess is not so easily seduced … Between persuasion and passion, they realize that only together can they defeat the enemies determined to destroy them. But will Saber discover too late that a woman’s heart is a treasure more priceless than any kingdom?

EXCERPT

England, 1837 CHAPTER ONE β€œSo, Grimsborough, this is your little bastard.” Eleven-year-old Saber stood on the thick rug in the middle of the big room in the big manor. He stared narrowly at the tall, elegant woman with the sneering mouth and in his native tongue, he said, β€œIn Moricadia, I kill people who call me names.” β€œWhat?” the woman asked. β€œGrimsborough, what did he say?” The shadowy figure behind the wide, polished wood desk did not look up from his writing. Five brightly dressed girls, ages five to twelve, stood lined up by the fireplace, and one of them, the skinny one in the middle, said in awe-stricken tones, β€œHe’s so dirty and thin.” Saber shifted his attention to them. Soft, silly, English girls. They stared at him as if he were a trained dancing bear, and when he glared, the littlest’s brown eyes filled with tears and she slid behind her sisters’ skirts. β€œLook, he’s tired.” The oldest spoke with authority. β€œHe’s swaying on his feet.” Then in unison, the four oldest smiled at him. Kindly, sweetly, as if nothing ugly or brutal ever touched their lives. Saber hated them. He hated the lady, hated the uniformed servants standing at attention. Most of all, he hated the evil man behind the desk, the one he knew had to be the Viscount … and his father. Again in his native tongue, Saber spat, β€œStupid English wenches.” For the first time, the man spoke. β€œBring him to me.” Two of the man’s absurdly-dressed servants grabbed Saber's arms and propelled him around the desk. Grimsborough gestured the candelabra closer, and the English lady drew in a sharp breath. Because although Saber didn’t realize it, he and Grimsborough looked alike. Grimsborough examined the skinny, filthy, tired child as if he were a bug squashed beneath his shoe. Then he reached out a pale, long-fingered hand and slapped Saber across the face with his open palm. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed like a gunshot. Saber fell sideways, then lunged for Grimsborough, fists swinging. The servants caught him, dragged him backward. The contemptuous man waved him forward again, put his narrow, patrician nose so close it almost touched Saber’s, and said, β€œListen to me, lad. You are nothing. Nothing. My bastard by a foreigner, and if I had had another son, your feet would never sully the floors of my home. But God in His infinite wisdom has blessed me with nothing from this marriage but daughters.” He glanced at the girls, so colorfully clothed, so sweet in their innocence, and he despised them. β€œSo you will live here until you’re fit to be sent to school. And never again will you speak of your betters in that insolent manner.” Saber shook his head, shrugged and gestured helplessly. β€œDon’t pretend with me, lad. Your mother spoke English. So do you.” Saber didn’t quite have the guts to swear at Grimsborough, but he spoke Moricadian when he said, β€œEnglish is for the ignorant.” Saber never even saw the blow coming, but it snapped his head sideways so hard his neck snapped and his ear rang. β€œNever speak that barbaric tongue again.” Grimsborough’s voice never lifted. Saber lifted his chin. β€œI hate you,” he said in clear, plain English. β€œI hate you, sir.” Grimsborough said with chilling precision. Saber loathed him with his gaze. β€œSay it.” Grimsborough's frigid green eyes held nothing: no spark, no interest…no soul. Saber glanced toward the elegant, sneering woman. She stood terrified, looking at her husband the way a mouse looked at a snake. He glanced at the girls. Four of them stood with their heads down. One, the middle girl, stood with her hands clasped at her skinny chest, staring at him, and when their eyes met, her lips moved in appeal. β€œPlease.” He looked back at Grimsborough. This man who was his father scared him β€” and he wasn’t afraid of anything. But he couldn’t give in. Not quite. Straightening his shoulders, he said, β€œI hate you, sir, but my grandfather told me I had to come and learn everything I could about mathematics and languages and statesmanship so I could go back to Moricadia and free my people from cruel oppression.” The oldest girl stepped forward as if he interested her. β€œIf you want to free your people, shouldn’t you learn how to fight?” He swung a contemptuous glare on her. β€œI already know how to fight.” β€œYou’ll need an army. Do you know how to lead an army?” β€œI know how to lead,” he retorted, then grudgingly he added, β€œBut I will have to learn military tactics.” β€œThen we are in accord in one thing β€” you will cease to be an ignorant savage and become a civilized gentleman.” Grimsborough gestured to the servants. β€œTake him away. Clean him. Give him over to the tutors. I will see him here in six months. Please note, I expect improvement, or I will be unhappy.” Saber felt the shiver that raced through the room at the idea of incurring Grimsborough's displeasure. β€œWe will begin with a bath,” Lady Grimsborough said decisively. At the idea of this woman seeing his naked body, Saber struggled, lunging against the grips of the servants. The second to the oldest girl, a pale, soft, silly thing dressed in pink and ruffles, begged, β€œMama, he’s so skinny. Please, can we feed him first?” β€œDo you not have a nose? Can you not smell him?” Lady Grimsborough waved her scented lace handkerchief before her face. Saber had learned to fight in a hard school, and he swung on one servant’s arm, knocked the feet out from beneath the other, broke free and raced toward the door. The head servant, the one who was dressed in black and wore white gloves, tackled him around the knees. Two footmen leaped on top of his back, crushing him into the flowered carpet. His father’s unemotional voice intoned, β€œA few good canings are in order. Thompson, I trust you’ll handle the matter.” The man in black and white helped haul Saber to his feet, then dusted his white gloves. β€œYes, my lord. Immediately, my lord.” β€œClearly, the little bastard will survive without a meal for a few more hours.” Lady Grimsborough eyed Saber as if he were a plucked chicken ready for the pot. Grimsborough’s cold, clear, emotionless voice intoned, β€œAs of now, his name is Raul. Raul Lawrence.” Clearly dismayed, Lady Grimsborough asked, β€œLawrence? Surely you don’t intend to β€”β€œ β€œAdopt him? Indeed I do. He is Raul Lawrence, son of the viscount Grimsborough, and he is to become an English gentleman. Wife, please ensure that everyone in the household realizes how quickly he or she will incur my displeasure should the boy be given the wrong name or title.” Saber had left a land where he roamed free, and landed in hell, and his father was the prince of darkness himself.

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