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Abducted Forcibly taken from her home in New Orleans, Cristabel
Albay found herself a prisoner aboard an enemy ship-and soon
thereafter, transferred into the vile hands of blood-thirsty
pirates War waged between the newly liberated United States and
King George. Still, Cristabel would soon discover that British
sailors were the very least of her worries-for the pirate captain,
Bully Booth, owned no loyalty-no sympathy for those he captured.
Yet hope was not entirely lost-for where there was found one crew
of pirates-there was ever found another. Though Cristabel Albay
would never have dreamed that she may find fortune in being
captured by one pirate captain only to be taken by another-she did
Bully Booth took no man alive-let no woman live long. But the
pirate Navarrone was known for his clemency. Thus, Cristabel's hope
in knowing her life's continuance was restored. Nonetheless, as
Cristabel's heart began to yearn for the affections of her
handsome, beguiling captor-she wondered if Captain Navarrone had
only saved her life to execute her poor heart
Beloved of her father, King Dacian, and adored by her people, the
Scarlet Princess Monet endeavored to serve her kingdom well-for the
people of the Kingdom of Karvana were good and worthy of service.
Long Monet had known that even her marriage would serve her people.
Her husband would be chosen for her, for this was the way of royal
existence. Still, as any woman does-peasant or princess-Monet
dreamt of owning true love-of owning choice in love. Thus, each
time the raven-haired, sapphire-eyed Crimson Knight of Karvana rode
near, Monet knew regret-for in secret, she loved him, and she could
not choose him. As an arrogant king from another kingdom began to
wage war against Karvana, Karvana's king, knights, and soldiers
answered the challenge. The Princess Monet would also know battle.
As the Crimson Knight battled with armor and blade, so the Scarlet
Princess would battle in sacrifice and with secrets held. Thus,
when the charge was given to preserve the heart of Karvana, Monet
endeavored to serve her kingdom and forget her secreted love. Yet
love is not so easily forgotten...
Love-the miraculous, eternal bond that binds two souls together.
Lauryn Kennsington knew the depth of it. Since the day of her
eighth birthday, she had lived the power of true love-witnessed it
with her own heart. She had talked with it-learned not even time or
death can vanquish it. The Captain taught her these truths-and she
loved him all the more for it. Yet now-as a grown woman-Lauryn's
dear Captain's torment became her own. After ten years, Lauryn had
not been able to help him find peace-the peace his lonely spirit so
desperately needed-the peace he'd sought every moment since his
death over fifty years before. Still, what of her own peace? The
time had come. Lauryn's heart longed to do the
unthinkable-selfishly abandon her Captain for another-a mortal man
who had stolen her heart-become her only desire. Would Lauryn be
able to put tormented spirits to rest and still be true to her own
soul? Or, would she have to make a choice-a choice forcing her to
sacrifice one true love for another?
"The spirit of adventure and curiosity that dwelled within her
bosom was passionate with excitement It was obvious there was
something wildly interesting inside the gristmill, and Amoretta
silently swore to herself she would discover what it was no matter
what. She promised herself that nothing short of torture could keep
her from seeing what was inside now that her feet were set on the
path. "Is it frightening at all?" Calliope asked. "Shh," Blanche
kindly scolded. But Winnie whispered, "I suppose it could be
considered frightenin'...to some girls." "Is it a ghost?" Calliope
asked in a softer whisper. "Oh heavens no " Sallie giggled. "It's
ever so much more wonderful than a ghost " "Now everyone hush,"
Prudence whispered as she began to rather creep toward the back
outer wall of the mill. "If they hear us...well...we don't want
anyone to hear us is all." Slowly Amoretta and Calliope followed
the others to a place where a board hung loosely from the rest of
the wooden planks of the outer back wall of the gristmill. Blanche
put a finger to her lips to remind everyone to be silent. Winnie
smiled as she took hold of Amoretta's shoulders. "Just kneel here
in the grass," she whispered. Sallie knelt down in the grass and
took Calliope's hand to guide her to follow. Amoretta carefully
knelt in the cool grass shaded by mill and trees. Once Prudence and
Blanche had knelt down with the others, Prudence pointed to the
low, loosely hanging board, indicating that Amoretta and Calliope
should look through the open space it presented. Amoretta's heart
was pounding like the rapids of some raging river What were they
about to witness? Spirits roaming the old mill? Pirates? Outlaws?
Her imagination couldn't list possibilities quickly enough. And
then, all at once-in the space of a moment and a short
gasp-Amoretta Ipswich knew exactly why the young ladies of
Meadowlark Lake liked to sneak out to the gristmill and peep
through the loose siding board. "Oh my-" Amoretta's exclamation of
astonishment was silenced by Winnie's hand quickly covering her
mouth.""
For Katie Matthews, life held no promise of true happiness. Life on
the prairie was filled with hard labor, a brutal father, and the
knowledge she would need to marry a man incapable of truly loving a
woman. Men didn't have time to dote on women-so Katie's father told
her. To Katie, it seemed life would forever remain mundane and
disappointing-until the day Stover Steele bought her father's south
acreage. Handsome, rugged, and fiercely protective of four orphaned
sisters, Stover Steele seemed to have stepped from the pages of
some romantic novel. Yet his heroic character and alluring charm
only served to remind Katie of what she would never have: true love
and happiness the likes found only in fairytales. Furthermore, evil
seemed to lurk in the shadows, threatening Katie's brightness and
hope, and even her life Would Katie Matthews fall prey to
disappointment, heartache, and harm? Or could she win the
attentions of the handsome Stover Steele long enough to be rescued?
"Cozy " her grandma called in a loud whisper. "I'm in the kitchen.
Hurry " Cozy frowned, and her heart leapt as worry consumed her for
a moment. Yet as she hurried to the kitchen to find her grandma
kneeling at the window that faced the new neighbor's yard and
peering out with a pair of binoculars, she exhaled a sigh of
relief. "Grandma You're still spying on him?" she giggled. "Get
down They'll see us. Get down " Dottie ordered in a whisper, waving
one hand in a gesture that Cozy should duck. Giggling with
amusement at her grandma's latest antics, Cozy dropped to her hands
and knees and crawled toward the window. "Who'll see us?" she
asked. "Here," Dottie whispered, pausing only long enough to reach
for a second set of binoculars sitting on the nearby counter.
"These are for you." She smiled at Cozy and winked as a grin of
mischief spread over her face. "And now, may I present the
entertainment for this evening-Mr. Buckly 'Hunk of Burning Love'
Bryant...and company." "And company?" Cozy asked, accepting the
binoculars. Slowly she rose to her knees, peering through the
binoculars as she began to adjust them. Mr. Bryant came into focus.
He was raking more leaves, but this time he had assistance. Cozy
felt her mouth drop open-audibly gasped at the sight of the man
helping him. "I know " Dottie whispered. "Va va va voom, right?"
"Holy cow " Cozy exclaimed as she adjusted the binoculars further.
"Who is that?" "I have no idea," Dottie answered. "But he's
something you don't see every day, right?" Cozy watched as the man,
much younger than Mr. Bryant, picked up another piece of wood and
set it on a chopping stump. The man splitting the wood had
discarded his shirt somewhere, providing a perfect view of the
sculpted muscles of his back and arms to Cozy and her grandma...
Sayler Christy knew chances were slim to none that any of her silly
little daydreams would ever actually come true-especially any
daydreams involving Mr. Booker, the new patient (the handsome,
older patient) convalescing in her grandfather's rehabilitation
center. Yet, working as a candy striper at Rawlings Rehab, Sayler
couldn't help but dream of belonging to Mr. Booker-and Mr. Booker
stole her heart-perhaps unintentionally-but with very little
effort. Gorgeous, older, and entirely unobtainable-Sayler knew Mr.
Booker would unknowingly enslave her heart for many years to
come-for daydreams were nothing more than a cruel joke inflicted by
life. All dreams-daydreams or otherwise-never came true. Did they?
Life experience had harshly turned its cruel countenance on the
young Fallon Ashby. Her father deceased and her mother suffering
with a fatal illness, Fallon was given over to her uncle, Charles
Ashby, until she would reach the age of independence. Abused,
neglected, and disheartened, Fallon found herself suddenly blessed
with unexpected liberation at the hand of the mysterious Trader
Donavon. A wealthy landowner and respected denizen of the town,
Trader Donavon concealed his feature of face within the shadows of
a black cowl. When Fallon's secretive deliverer offered two choices
of true escape from her uncle, her captive heart chose its own
path. Thus, Fallon married the enormous structure of mortal
man-without having seen the horrid secret he hid beneath an ominous
hood. But the malicious Charles Ashby, intent on avenging his own
losses at Trader Donavon's hand, set out to destroy the husband
that Fallon herself held secrets concerning. Would her wicked uncle
succeed and perhaps annihilate the man that his niece secretly
loved above all else?
Black Jack Haley and his band of outlaws spent a lot of time in the
town of Blue Water. Drinking, gambling and keeping company with
saloon girls, even the fact that retired Texas Ranger Arthur Ray
lived nearby did nothing to discourage Black Jack and his boys from
spending their time and stolen money in the small western town.
Still, though the outlaws never harmed any of Blue Water's
citizens, Arthur Ray knew men like Black Jack could turn on a dime.
An outlaw was an outlaw and not to be trusted. Thus, the once Texas
Ranger protected his family as best he could-demanding that his
daughter, Cherry, dress as a man and remain as inconspicuous as
possible. Though Cherry secretly longed for the feminine attire the
other young ladies in Blue Water enjoyed, she understood her
father's concerns-and loved him all the more for it. And so, life
was fairly uneventful for the people of Blue Water, including
Cherry Ray-until the day when a stranger rode into town. Handsome
and intimidating, the stranger kept his business to himself. Yet,
by the look of the gun at his hip, folks began to wonder if another
outlaw had arrived in Blue Water. But that didn't keep Cherry Ray
and her curious nature from crossing the stranger's path one too
many times...
A chambermaid in the house of Tremeshton, Faris Shayhan well knew
torment, despair, and trepidation. To Faris it seemed the future
stretched long and desolate before her-as bleak and dark as a
lonesome midnight path. Still, the moon oft casts hopeful
luminosity to light one's way. So it was that Lady Maranda
Rockrimmon cast hope upon Faris-set Faris upon a different path-a
path of happiness, serenity, and love. Thus Faris abandoned the
tainted air at Tremeshton in favor of the amethyst sunsets of Loch
Loland Castle and her new mistress, Lady Rockrimmon. Further, it
was on the very night of her emancipation that Faris first met the
man of her dreams-the man of every woman's dreams-the rogue
Highwayman of Tanglewood. Dressed in black and astride his mighty
steed, the brave, heroic, and dashing rogue Highwayman of
Tanglewood stole Faris's heart as easily as he stole her kiss. Yet
the Highwayman of Tanglewood was encircled in mystery-mystery as
thick and as secretive as time itself. Could Faris truly own the
heart of a man so thoroughly enveloped in twilight shadows and
mysterious secrets?
Genieva Bankmans had willfully agreed to the arrangement. She had
given her word, and she would not dishonor it. Yet when she saw for
the first time the man whose advertisement she'd answered, she was
desperately intimidated. The handsome and powerful Brevan McLean
was not what she had expected-he was not the sort of man she had
reconciled herself to marrying.This man-the stranger whose name
Genieva now bore-was strong-willed, quick-tempered, and expectant
of much from his new wife. Brevan McLean did not deny that he had
married Genieva for practical reasons only. He merely wanted any
woman whose hard work would provide him assistance with the brutal
demands of farm life.Still, Genieva would learn there were far
darker things, grave secrets held unspoken by Brevan McLean
concerning his family and his land. Genieva Bankmans McLean would
find herself in the midst of treachery, violence, and villainy-and
her estranged husband deeply entangled in it.
Lark Lawrence was alone. In all the world there was no one who
cared for her. Still, there were worse things than independence-and
Lark had grown quite capable of providing for herself.
Nevertheless, as winter loomed, she suddenly found herself with no
means by which to afford food and shelter-destitute. Yet, Tom Evans
was a kind and compassionate man. When Lark Lawrence appeared on
his porch, without pause he hired her to keep house and cook for
himself and his cantankerous elder brother, Slater. And although
Tom had befriend Lark first, it would be Slater Evans-handsome,
brooding and twelve years Lark's senior-who would unknowingly
abduct her heart. Still, Lark's true age (which she concealed at
first meeting the Evans brothers) was not the only truth she had
kept from Slater and Tom Evans. Darker secrets lay imprisoned deep
within her heart-and her past. However, it is that secrets are made
to be found out-and Lark's secrets revealed would soon couple with
the arrival of a woman from Slater's past to forever shatter her
dreams of winning his love-or so it seemed. Would truth and passion
mingle to capture Lark the love she'd never dared to hope for?
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