Praise for the novels of
New York Times bestselling author Susan Krinard
âA master of atmosphere and description.â
âLibrary Journal
âSusan Krinard was born to write romance.â
âNew York Times bestselling author Amanda Quick
Magical, mystical, and movingâ¦fans will be delighted.â
âBooklist on The Forest Lord
âA darkly magical story of love, betrayal, and redemptionâ¦
Krinard is a bestselling, highly regarded writer who is deservedly carving out a niche in the romance arena.â âLibrary Journal on The Forest Lord
âA poignant tale of redemption.â
âBooklist on To Tame a Wolf
âWith riveting dialogue and passionate characters,
Ms. Krinard exemplifies her exceptional knack for creating an extraordinary story of love, strength, courage and compassion.â âRT Book Reviews on Secret of the Wolf
Cast of Characters
The WidowsâClub
Nuala, Lady Charles- wife of the late Lord CharlesParkhill. Formerly known as the maid âNola.â
Deborah- Lady Orwell, wife of the late Lawrence, Viscount Orwell
Tameri- Dowager Duchess of Vardon
Frances- Lady Selfridge
Lillian- Lady Meadows
Margaret âMaggie,â- Lady Riordan
Julia Summerhayes
Clara- Lady John Pickering
Victoria- Dowager Marchioness of Oxenham, Nualaâs mother-in-law
Christian Starling- Nualaâs first husband
Ioan Davies- a Welshman, Deborahâs friend from Whitechapel
Bray- a Whitechapel troublemaker
Mrs. Simkin- a wisewoman of Suffolk
St. John (Sinjin Ware)- Earl of Donnington
Felix Melbyrne- Sinjinâs protégé
Lord Peter Breakspear
Harrison- Lord Waybury
Achilles Nash
Sir Harry Ferrer
Ivar- Lord Reddick
Leo Erskine- second son of the Earl of Elston, Sinjinâs best friend
Adele Chaplin- Sinjinâs mistress
Jennie Tissier- Felixâs potential mistress
Various Ladies Sinjin Considers âavailableâ
Mrs. Laidlaw
Lady Winthrop
Lady Andrew
Various Gentlemen at Lady Oxenhamâs Ball
Lord Manwaring
Mr. Hepburn
Mr. Keaton
Mr. Roaman
Lieutenant Richard Osbourne
Lady Rush
Lady Bensham
Mrs. Eccleston- matchmaking mama
Miss Laetitia Eccleston- unfortunate daughter of Mrs. Eccleston
Bremner- Nualaâs coachman
Stella- Deborahâs maid
Booth- Nualaâs maid
Harold- Nualaâs footman
Jacques- Deborahâs footman
Hedley- Sinjinâs butler
Babu- Tameriâs footman
Shenti- Tameriâs footman
Ginny- a scullery maid
Pamela- Lady Westlake, Sinjinâs late lover
Lady Shaw & Sir Percival Shaw- Deborahâs late parents
Aunt and Uncle Turner- Nualaâs late aunt and uncle Sally, Nualaâs late cousin
Comfort Makepeace- a witch-finder
Martin Makepeace- his son
Mariah Marron- former Countess of Donnington (Lord of Legends)
Ashton Cornell- also known as Arion, King of the Unicorns (Lord of Legends)
Giles- late Earl of Donnington, Sinjinâs elder brother (Lord of Legends)
Cairbre- a lord of the Fane (Lord of Legends)
Bigotry and intolerance, silenced by argument,endeavors to silence by persecution, in old days by fire and sword, in modern days by the tongue.
âCharles Simmons
London, 1889
âI SHALL NEVER MARRY AGAIN!â
Deborah, Lady Orwell, faced her interlocutors bravely, chin up, dark hair perfectly coiffed in spite of her prolonged state of grief. She still wore black even after eighteen months of widowhood.
Nuala sighed. A quick glance about at her fellow widows convinced her that Lady Orwellâs bid for membership would face less than unqualified support. Most had been out of mourning for at least two full years, and none found their grief so intolerable as this young girl who could not possibly have much experience of the world.
I shall never marry again. That was the credo of the Widowsâ Club, the common ground that brought them together. For her part, Nuala had few doubts about her fellow membersâ sincerity. But this girlâthis naive girl who had married so youngâwould have ample opportunities to love again.
Not that her suffering should be taken lightly. Nuala still grieved for her husband of six months, Lord Charles Parkhill, though she had known from the beginning that their union would be of short duration. Had he lived longer, she might have come to love him, might have become more than a companion and nurse to comfort him in his declining days.
But never could she feel the sort of love Lady Orwell professed. That was almost two and a half centuries behind her.
âMy dear Lady Orwell,â Tameri, the dowager Duchess of Vardon, said gently, âwe must consult on your case. Will you make yourself comfortable until we return? Shenti will provide you with anything you require.â
Lady Orwell sniffed very quietly. âOf course,â she said. âI quite understand.â
The ladies rose. They followed Tameri out of the Gold drawing room and into the larger Silver, where they settled themselves in the somewhat uncomfortable wooden chairs the former duchess had commissioned when she had furnished the town house in the Egyptian style. Reproductions of ancient gods gazed down upon them with various degrees of severity and benevolence: gods with the heads of cats, of crocodiles, of jackals. Not for the first time, Nuala found herself distracted by their glittering stares.