Winner of the Holt Medallion, Maggie, Daphne du Maurier, Reviewer’s
Choice and Epic awards, Barbara Monajem wrote her first story at eight years
old about apple tree gnomes. She published a middle-grade fantasy when her
children were young, then moved on to paranormal mysteries and Regency romances
with intrepid heroines and long-suffering heroes (or vice versa).
Barbara loves to cook, especially soups. She used to have two items on
her bucket list: to make asparagus pudding and succeed at knitting socks.
Asparagus pudding proved to be pretty horrible, and she is too fumble-fingered
to make socks. Now she just sticks with writing books. She lives near Atlanta,
Georgia with an ever-shifting population of relatives, friends, and feline
strays.
Excerpt from The Redemption of the Shrew
A clandestine meeting, particularly where nakedness is involved, is
best arranged for a moonless night.
Or so Gloriana Warren told herself, for her mother would never have
uttered such a scandalous dictum. Unfortunately, it was tonight or never.
Tomorrow, the man she had sworn to love forever would leave Lancashire and
return to London—without her. They wouldn’t be able to marry for years because
of his stupid scruples about money.
Men and their tedious pride! She and the Marquis de Bellechasse loved
one another. They shared the same lofty ideals. She had a substantial dowry. Marrying
now made sense. Not only that, her mother would die happy.
So Gloriana was taking matters into her own hands. She had planned the
upcoming encounter in glorious detail—every word, every gesture. As she emerged
from the summerhouse to greet him, he would stand and stare at her, transfixed
by her beauty.
“Darling Philippe,” she would say, reaching for him, offering herself
without reserve. “Love is eternal. It cannot, must not be denied!”
“Ah, ma belle,” he would respond, his hand on his heart, his voice
throbbing with desire. “I adore you. What a fool I was to think we could wait
for years. Even another minute is too long. Tonight, I shall make you mine!”
She would fling herself into his waiting arms, swept away on the tide
of his passion.
She wasn’t sure exactly how it would go after that, apart from plenty
of kissing, but judging by her previous experience of Philippe’s kisses, it
would be the most thrilling experience of her life.
She sneaked out the French doors, arms full of blankets, and glanced back
up at Garrison House. Not a glimmer of candlelight showed in the windows. She
hurried through the rose garden and skirted the lawn, keeping to the bushes and
out of the moonlight. In the secret room under the summerhouse, she and her
darling Philippe would be safe. Tomorrow they would announce their engagement
to Mama. They would send for a special license and be married within a week.
Ten minutes later, she had set up a makeshift bed under the
summerhouse and removed all her clothes. Shivering more from excitement than
from the chilly night air, she waited for Philippe to arrive.
Tonight would be the most perfect night of her life.
~~~
The Marquis de Bellechasse left his horse in a convenient copse and
made his careful way forward, pausing at the edge of the trees. Garrison House
was reassuringly dark, but moonlight reflected off the ripples on the lake. The
summerhouse gleamed white on its little knoll, exposed on all sides. He paused,
listening. No sound disturbed the darkness except a nightjar complaining from a
nearby oak. He hoped and prayed no one else was up and about tonight. He
couldn’t afford to get caught with Gloriana Warren, but nor could he bring
himself to ignore her passionate plea to see him once more before they parted.
He loved her—to the point of folly, judging by his current behavior.
He had already said farewell, and yet here he was, trespassing on her brother’s
estate at midnight to say it again. He dreaded her inevitable tears.
The door to the summerhouse stood wide open, which meant Gloriana was
here already. Fine. Best to get it over with now. He took a deep breath and set
out across the lawn.
He had almost reached the doorway when she came into view, rising from
out of nowhere, her face pale, her hair loose around her bare shoulders. He
halted, staring, his heart thundering. She continued to rise, her breasts round
and luscious in the light of the moon. His eyes slid helplessly down the curve
of her hips to the darker patch at the apex of her thighs . . .
Mordieu. He shook his head and began to back away. “No, chérie. We
must not do this.”
She set her feet on the floor—she must have emerged from a
trapdoor—and beckoned with those sweet arms, smiled with those lush lips.
“Philippe, my darling, please come to me. I love you so much.”
“No, ma belle, I cannot.”
“But love—” She faltered, then continued toward him, arms wide. “Love
is eternal. It must not be denied.”
Sacrebleu, she was declaiming like a shoddy actress on the stage. The
thought revolted him. Surely his idealistic Gloriana could not cheapen herself
so. Anguished, he put up his hands to fend her off. “It is not possible,
Gloriana. Not yet. It would not be right.”
She hurried forward, her breasts jiggling enticingly. “Truly, we
mustn’t delay. My mother may not have long to live, and seeing me married well
is her dearest wish.”
He didn’t care in the least about old Lady Garrison, who was the worst
sort of snob. He shook his head. “No. To wait is best.”
“Philippe, I cannot wait. I need you now.” She reached for him, her
nakedness inches away.
He gritted his teeth and took another step backwards. His imbecile
cock was reacting to her, but he had long ago gained control over its demands.
“I am sorry, but I must go.” He turned away.
She wailed, a sharp, keening sound, and immediately a shout came from
nearby. Her brother? No, he was in London. A gamekeeper?
Whoever the man might be, he was lurking here on purpose. So much for
love, Philippe thought. Gloriana was just another lust-crazed woman trying to
trap him into marriage. He turned and ran. Pursued by shouts and then shots, he
reached his horse and galloped away.
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I hope everyone is having a good summer.
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