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Friday, 24 April 2015
False Pretences Romantic Regency Mystery is a Guest
My novel, False Pretences. a Romantic Regency Mystery and I are guests at Story Teller Alley, do pop in and visit us at: http://storytelleralley.com/falsepretenses (My hostess misspelt pretenses and will correct it, so you might need to visit: http://storytelleralley.com/falsepretences.)
Saturday, 18 April 2015
False Pretences - Romantic Regency Mystery - Back Cover
False Pretences
By Rosemary Morris
Traditional Regency Romance
Five-year-old
Annabelle arrived at boarding school fluent in French and English. Separated
from her nurse, a dismal shadow blights Annabelle’s life because she does not
know who her parents are.
Although
high-spirited, Annabelle is financially dependent on her unknown guardian. She
refuses to marry a French baron more than twice her age.
Her life
in danger, Annabelle is saved by a gentleman, who says he will help her to
discover her identity. Yet, from then on nothing is as it seems, and she is
forced to run away for the second time to protect her rescuer.
Even more
determined to discover her parents’ identity, in spite of many false pretences,
Annabelle must learn who to trust. Her attempts to unravel the mystery of her
birth, lead to further danger, despair, unbearable heartache and even more
false pretences until the only person who has ever wanted to cherish her,
reveals the startling truth, and all’s well that ends well.
Extract from False Pretences a Romantic Regency Mystery
False Pretences by Rosemary Morris
Romantic Regency Mystery
Abbreviated Extract from Chapter One
1815
“My dear child, you are fortunate,” said Miss Chalfont, headmistress of
The Beeches Boarding School for Young Ladies. “Your guardian has arranged for
you to marry, Monsieur le Baron de Beauchamp.”
Annabelle looked up with a mixture of astonishment, disbelief, and
intense indignation at the arrangement that took no heed of her wishes. “I am
to marry a man I have never met?”
With restless fingers, Miss Chalfont adjusted her frilled mobcap. “Yes,
your guardian has arranged for you to marry Monsieur le Baron tomorrow.”
Annabelle stared at her kind teacher as though she had turned into a
monster. “Mon dieu!” she raged, reverting to the French she spoke when
she was a small child. “My God! Tomorrow? My guardian expects me to marry a
Frenchman tomorrow? Miss Chalfont, surely you do not approve of such haste.”
“Do not take the Lord’s name in vain.” Miss Chalfont tapped her fingers
on her desk. “My approval or disapproval is of no consequence. Your guardian
wishes you to marry immediately so there is little more to be said. A special licence
has been procured and the vicar has been informed.” Miss Chalfont smiled at
her. “You have nothing to fear. This letter informs me that Monsieur speaks
English and lives in this country.”
Annabelle scowled. Her hands trembled. For the first time, she defied
her head mistress. “Nothing to fear? My life is to be put in the hands of a
husband with the right to…beat me…or…starve me, and you say I have nothing to
fear, Miss Chalfont? Please believe me when I say that nothing will
persuade me to marry in such haste.”
Not the least display of emotion crossed the head teacher’s face. “You
should not allow your imagination to agitate your sensibilities. For all you
know, the monsieur is charming and will be a good, kind husband.”
“On the other hand, he might be a monster,” Annabelle said.” ‘
“He is described as a handsome gentleman of mature years.”
“One would think the description is of a piece of mature cheese or a
bottle of vintage wine.”
Miss Chalfont frowned. “Do not be impertinent, Annabelle, you are not
too old to be punished.”
“I beg your pardon, ma’am, but please tell me how mature he is,”
Annabelle said, her eyes wide open and her entire body taut with apprehension.
“Monsieur le Baron is some forty-years-old.”
“How mature?” Annabelle persisted with her usual bluntness.
“He is forty-two-years-old.”
Annabelle stood, bent forward, and drummed her fingers on the edge of
the desk. “Please be kind enough to inform my guardian that I will not play
Guinevere to an aging Arthur. I would prefer to build my nest with a young
Lancelot.”
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