Lord Of Lyonsbridge
A FORBIDDEN LOVE Determined to successfully manage the castle so newly in her care, Ellen Wakelin carried out her duties with ruthlessness. Yet she could not help seeking out the company of Connor Brand, for it was only with the mysterious horse master that she could let down her guard and be her true self.The moment he discovered Ellen Wakelin in his room, Connor knew the new mistress of Lyonsbridge would be trouble. And as the former lord, the current horse master now had a problem even more pressing than regaining his heritage - for the raven-haired beauty was driving him to distraction.
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How could this man kiss her that way?
How could be make her lose all sense of the world around her, and then simply let her go and step back with nothing more than curt, chiding words? Ellen had overlooked it once, back in the forest, but this time he’d pay for his knavery.
“You underestimate me, Master Brand. You think I’m powerless to punish you for your offenses.”
He seemed to wince, but his voice was strong as he answered, “Milady, ‘twas an error, a grievous one. I ask your forgiveness.”
She’d not expected that, When he’d kissed her in the forest he’d not appeared in the least sorry, nor had he apologized. “I could forgive once…”
He nodded firmly. “But twice is unpardonable. My only defense is that the first kiss was too pleasurable to leave it at one.”
Dear Reader,
Ana Seymour’s new medieval novel, Lord of Lyonsbridge, marks her twelfth Harlequin Historical title! Critics have described her books as “superb,” “heartwarming” and “wonderful,” and Lord of Lyonsbridge follows suit. It’s the charming tale of a spoiled Norman heiress who is sent to her father’s new estate, Lyonsbridge, to set up household. There she falls under the spell of the sinfully handsome Saxon horse master, Connor Brand, and sets tongues wagging!
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ANA SEYMOUR
has been a fan of English history since her childhood, when she devoured the historical epics of Thomas Costain, Rafael Sabatini and Anya Seton and spent late nights up watching the swashbuckling movies of Errol Flynn and Tyrone Power. She spent a number of years working in the field of journalism, but she never forgot the magic of those tales. Now she is happy to be weaving some of that magic herself through Harlequin Historicals. Ana loves to hear from her readers at P.O. Box 47888, Minneapolis, MN 55447.
The Lyonsbridge Brands were named in honor of my Brand descendant cousins: Kathy Brodniak, Beverly Killiam, and Brand and John Frentz, who have all said such nice things about my books!
England, 1130
It was a rare day. Around the stable yard a crystalline lace of hoarfrost outlined the trees and fences in white. Connor’s breath showed in puffy clouds as he struggled against the big man in his grasp.
“I trow, you’ve put on another stone since last sennight, Martin,” he gasped.
Father Martin, friar of St. John’s, shoved his shoulder against the slighter man, sending them both tumbling to the frozen ground. “’Tis you who’ve grown weak, big brother. Best you lay aside your lute and spend more time with the quarter staff.”
Connor gave the priest a great heave to roll his considerable bulk off to one side, then sat up. “Not too weak to snatch you up and set you right-side down on your bald pate, Martin, if I were a mind.”
Father Martin grinned. “Try it,” he challenged.
Connor returned his baby brother’s smile. “I’ve too much respect for the holy church.”
The priest snorted. “Now there’s a tale. When was the last time I saw you at vespers, brother? Or in confession?”
Connor stood easily, offered his hand and pulled his brother upright. “I’ve a reason for avoiding the confessional.”
“As your spiritual advisor, my son, I’d like to hear it.” Father Martin’s words were solemn, but there was a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.
“You’re my brother by blood, Martin, not my father. No church vows can change that.”
“Well, I’ll hear the reason, for all that. Why’ve you been neglecting the sacraments?”
Connor brushed at the frost that clung to his leather tunic. “By the saints, Martin. If I gave a true confession, I’d have to sully the reputation of half the maids in Lyonsbridge. Is not chivalry a virtue in the church’s eyes?”
