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WINDSWEPT

Windswept, March 2017
by Sabrina Jeffries

Pocket Books
368 pages
ISBN: 1451665555
EAN: 9781451665550
Kindle: B01HMXRYZQ
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"Regency Romance set in Cornwall sparkles!"

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WINDSWEPT
Sabrina Jeffries

Reviewed by Patricia (Pat) Pascale
Posted February 18, 2018

Romance Historical

Catrin Price, a widow when her husband died on their wedding day believes her family was cursed from a spell cast decades ago. The Morgana curse sets the stage for Welsh widow Catrin Price to end the family's death curse. According to Welsh mythology, a drink from the ancient druid chalice on the wedding day ensures a long and lasting marriage. If not, death will occur to the groom within three years. Sold by an ancestor, Catrin locates the druid chalice and travels to London to buy it from Lord Justin Mansfield. He is murdered shortly after in a nearby alley. Returning to her estate, Catrin hides the chalice and tells no one about her mission.

Evan Newcomb is a noted scholar at Cambridge and has come a long way from being abused mentally and physically by his tenant farmer father. Evan was brought up by the owners of the farm, Rys and Juliana Vaughan, who sent him to the best schools. He worries that he will follow in his father's footsteps. Evan is on a mission. He must avenge the murder of his best friend, Justin. He believes the last person with him the evening he was stabbed to death is Catrin Price. He travels to her estate and meets the beautiful current Lady of the Mist. Their relationship is rocky, filled with lies, and deceptions. As the untruths begin to unravel, a close relationship quickly turns into a sweet romance and lasting love. A colorful cast of characters will keep you guessing. Some you will love, others you will hate. I particularly enjoyed Bos, her butler, and confidante.

Sabrina Jeffries writes a delightful tale of romance and danger in a Regency-era Wales. The locale is set in a lovely small town Welsh countryside where folklore abounds. Ms. Jeffries addresses abuse, loneliness, and love and tells a story in a very special way. Catrin is beautiful, shy and unsure of herself, always comparing herself to her vibrant grandmother. She becomes stronger in her pursuit of happiness and a future with a husband and family. Evan will steal your heart. He is always there for Catrin, and I loved his sense of humor. Supernatural elements are lightly weaved throughout the book as Wales mythology are blended with murder, mystery, and romance. I found Catrin and Evan to be endearing characters, and I loved their happily ever after ending. Ms. Jeffries never disappoints.. Anyone who loves romance in a sparkling setting, with a sprinkling of intrigue will enjoy WINDSWEPT. I loved it!

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SUMMARY

Originally written under the pseudonym Deborah Martin, this unforgettable tale of mystery, treasure, and passion is back in print at last and newly revised for todayโ€™s audienceโ€”and available as an ebook! Welsh widow Catrin Price is haunted by a family death curse. Any man whom she marries without first drinking from an ancient Druid chalice sold by her ancestor long ago is unquestionably doomed. But when she hunts it down to purchase it, the chaliceโ€™s former owner ends up dead. Who will believe her innocent with the manโ€™s treasure in her hands? Now she lives in fear of discovery, afraid to trust, afraid to give away her heartโ€ฆ Even Newcome, a scholar struggling to overcome a difficult past, travels to Wales to find the mysterious woman last seen with his murdered friend. So when the lady proves to be a beautiful yet shy creature who shares his love of Welsh mythology, heโ€™s torn between believing her guilty and trusting the passion blazing between them. But as unscrupulous men seek the chalice for their own devious purposes, will Catrin and Evan let their wall of mistrust stand between them? Or will they defeat their enemies together and embrace the love intended for them since time immemorial?

EXCERPT

Catrin lifted her head, then her stomach lurched once more, forcing her to clap her hand over her mouth for fear sheโ€™d disgrace herself. โ€œNot yet,โ€ Evan murmured. โ€œGive it a moment.โ€ โ€œI-Iโ€™ve never done this before,โ€ she stammered into her skirts. What a coward he must think her. Grandmother would never have fainted. She would have cut the obnoxious father of Catrinโ€™s late husband into pieces with her sharp tongue, then had him thrown bodily out the door. โ€œIโ€™m not the f- fainting sort, truly Iโ€™m n-not.โ€ โ€œDonโ€™t worry about it.โ€ His voice was kind as he stroked her back. โ€œUnder the right circumstances, anyone can get light-headed. Besides, you scarcely ate anything and youโ€™ve been dancing on an empty stomach in a crowded room. Itโ€™s a wonder you didnโ€™t faint before.โ€ She said nothing, but as she continued to breathe deeply and keep her head down, the fainting spell seemed to pass. Slowly she became aware of the chill in the air now that dusk was approaching. Then other things caught her attention . . . Evanโ€™s hand rubbing her back with soothing motions . . . his leg only inches from hers as he knelt on one knee at her side . . . his breath feathering her hair. Her awkward position was becoming uncomfortable, too. Fortunately, this time when she tried to sit up, her stomach didnโ€™t revolt. Yet he kept his hand on her back, his fingers still tracing circles on the silk of her gown while he watched her with obvious concern. His kindness was too much to bear, especially after heโ€™d been forced to subject himself to her father-in-lawโ€™s insults. โ€œIโ€™m sorry I put you in such an abominable position.โ€ โ€œKneeling at your feet?โ€ His tone was light. โ€œItโ€™s not so bad.โ€ How could he joke about what had just happened? โ€œN-no, I meanโ€”โ€ โ€œI know what you mean. Forgive my jest, but I thought it might cheer you.โ€ โ€œI can only imagine what you must thinkโ€”โ€ He touched a finger to her lips. โ€œI think youโ€™re a woman unfairly maligned and little understood.โ€ His words only made her feel worse. After all, her husbandโ€™s death had indeed been partly her fault, since she was accursed. โ€œHow can you say that when you donโ€™t even know me?โ€ When a tear trickled down her cheek, he rubbed it away with his thumb. Then he traced the rise of her cheek and the curve of her jaw until his thumb came to rest beneath her chin. โ€œYouโ€™re right.โ€ His voice grew husky. โ€œI donโ€™t know you well at all. Perhaps itโ€™s time I remedy that.โ€ She met his gaze, and her mouth went dry. He looked at her as if he could fathom the depths of her soul. Suddenly she realized how close he was, how intimate his thumb beneath her chin, how vibrant and rich his eyes in the dying light. He was close enough for her to feel his warm breath quickening on her face. He leaned forward to touch his lips to hers.

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