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Featuring: Victoria Cardiff; Saber Lawrence
400 pages ISBN: 0451413040 EAN: 9780451413048 Kindle: B004IYIU7Y Mass Market Paperback / e-Book Add to Wish List
Miss Victoria Cardiff can't believe her eyes. She swears she has seen Raul Lawrence in the lobby of her hotel in Moricadia. It has been years since Victoria and Raul shared a passionate kiss only to be ruined by a few ill placed words by Raul. Victoria is aware of the rumors that Raul is the secret King of Moricadia, though he is in exile. Victoria believes they are just that, rumors. She is completely unaware that she is to keep the fact that she has seen Raul a secret so instead of vacationing with her employer, Victoria finds herself kidnapped by Raul himself.
Saber "Raul" Lawrence has never forgotten Victoria Cardiff and the passion they created for one brief moment long ago. So when he sees her in a Moricadia hotel he is temporally frozen allowing her to catch the barest of glimpses of him which can ruin all of Raul's well laid plans to lead a revolution and regain his rightful place as King of Moricadia. To protect his plans Raul has no choice but to kidnap the very woman who haunts his dreams, possibly loosing her forever or gaining a love of a life time.
Christina Dodd is a master at weaving enchanting tales in the ninth installment in the Governess Bride Series.The history is always colorful whether it is make believe or factual, it doesn't matter; with strong characters with great chemistry. I love it!
New York Times bestseller Christina Doddโs 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.
Sheโs about to find out sheโs right.
Only Victoria knows the truth about dashing, dissolute,
dangerous Saber Lawrenceโthat 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 โฆ but
soon finds an English governess is not so easily seduced โฆ
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 womanโs
heart is a treasure more priceless than any kingdom?
EXCERPT
England, 1837
CHAPTER ONE
โSo, Grimsborough, this is your little bastard.โ
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, โIn Moricadia, I kill people who
call me names.โ
โWhat?โ the woman asked. โGrimsborough, what did he say?โ
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, โHeโs so dirty
and thin.โ
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 littlestโs brown eyes filled with
tears and she slid behind her sistersโ skirts.
โLook, heโs tired.โ The oldest spoke with authority. โHeโs
swaying on his feet.โ
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 โฆ and his father. Again in his native tongue,
Saber spat, โStupid English wenches.โ
For the first time, the man spoke. โBring him to me.โ
Two of the manโs 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 didnโt 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 Saberโs,
and said, โListen 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.โ He glanced at the girls, so
colorfully clothed, so sweet in their innocence, and he
despised them. โSo you will live here until youโre fit to
be sent to school. And never again will you speak of your
betters in that insolent manner.โ
Saber shook his head, shrugged and gestured helplessly.
โDonโt pretend with me, lad. Your mother spoke English. So
do you.โ
Saber didnโt quite have the guts to swear at Grimsborough,
but he spoke Moricadian when he said, โEnglish is for the
ignorant.โ
Saber never even saw the blow coming, but it snapped his
head sideways so hard his neck snapped and his ear rang.
โNever speak that barbaric tongue again.โ Grimsboroughโs
voice never lifted.
Saber lifted his chin. โI hate you,โ he said in clear,
plain English.
โI hate you, sir.โ Grimsborough said with chilling
precision.
Saber loathed him with his gaze.
โSay it.โ Grimsborough's frigid green eyes held nothing:
no spark, no interestโฆno 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. โPlease.โ
He looked back at Grimsborough. This man who was his
father scared him โ and he wasnโt afraid of anything. But
he couldnโt give in. Not quite. Straightening his
shoulders, he said, โI 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.โ
The oldest girl stepped forward as if he interested
her. โIf you want to free your people, shouldnโt you learn
how to fight?โ
He swung a contemptuous glare on her. โI already know how
to fight.โ
โYouโll need an army. Do you know how to lead an army?โ
โI know how to lead,โ he retorted, then grudgingly he
added, โBut I will have to learn military tactics.โ
โThen we are in accord in one thing โ you will cease to be
an ignorant savage and become a civilized gentleman.โ
Grimsborough gestured to the servants. โTake 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.โ
Saber felt the shiver that raced through the room at the
idea of incurring Grimsborough's displeasure.
โWe will begin with a bath,โ 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, โMama, heโs so
skinny. Please, can we feed him first?โ
โDo you not have a nose? Can you not smell him?โ Lady
Grimsborough waved her scented lace handkerchief before
her face.
Saber had learned to fight in a hard school, and he swung
on one servantโs 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 fatherโs unemotional voice intoned, โA few good
canings are in order. Thompson, I trust youโll handle the
matter.โ
The man in black and white helped haul Saber to his feet,
then dusted his white gloves. โYes, my lord. Immediately,
my lord.โ
โClearly, the little bastard will survive without a meal
for a few more hours.โ Lady Grimsborough eyed Saber as if
he were a plucked chicken ready for the pot.
Grimsboroughโs cold, clear, emotionless voice intoned, โAs
of now, his name is Raul. Raul Lawrence.โ
Clearly dismayed, Lady Grimsborough asked, โLawrence?
Surely you donโt intend to โโ
โAdopt 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.โ
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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