The Heiress Bride
The Princess And The Rogue Hugh Caldwell had spent twelve years fighting for England, without thought for the future. Yet when he rescued the fair Rosaleen, he knew he had finally found a prize worth protecting, if only he could convince the mysterious, blue-eyed beauty that her true place was by his side, forever.Rosaleen, heiress of Sarant, sought sanctuary at court, and Hugh Caldwell had agreed to get her there unharmed. Though never did she dream that in payment for his protection the impossible man would expect her to spend months amidst the squalor of his broken-down keep.
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Hugh contemplated the situation across the room with growing anticipation.
His nightly brawl was going to come about rather easily tonight, it seemed. As he made his way through the crowd, Hugh kept his eyes on the girl, who was struggling with the biggest of the men facing her.
“Your pardon,” Hugh said politely, making a slight bow. “Is aught amiss?”
The big man surveyed Hugh’s muscular frame from head to foot, then replied, “Leave us be.”
Hugh smiled. “Good sir, you mistake me.” He pushed past them. “I addressed the lady.” He looked into her frightened face inquiringly. “Mistress,” he began, then stopped and held his breath. She was more beautiful than he had expected, more beautiful than any woman he had seen in a long time. Without thinking, Hugh reached up to pull the hood of her cloak away from her head, causing her wheat blond hair to spill free and removing the shadows that hid her eyes.. .sky blue eyes that gazed at him, filled with pleading.
“Please, sir,” she whispered, “I pray you, help me.”
With only those few words, falling from her pretty lips, what had begun as a game for Hugh became something deadly serious.
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Sparks fly when a rogue knight who is running from his past rescues a strong-willed noblewoman who is running from her future in Susan Paul’s The Heiress Bride. We hope you enjoy this lively medieval romance, which is the second book in the author’s Bride Trilogy.
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SUSAN PAUL
lives in Duarte, California, with her husband, two young daughters, two dogs and two cats. She started her first novel when she was in her early teens, but eventually put it aside, unfinished, in favor of more important interests…such as boys. Now happily married and—somewhat—settled down, she’s returned to her love of the written word, and finds it much easier to finish the books she starts.
England, 1416
Please, my lady, you must awaken.”
The voice sounded so very far away, as though someone were calling to Rosaleen from outside her chamber window.
“My lady,” it pleaded again, more urgently, and Rosaleen felt a light, gentle touch on her cheek. As weary and stiff as she felt, she struggled to awaken, only to be greeted by sharp pains shooting from her head to her toes. An unbidden moan escaped her lips.
“Rosaleen,” another voice came, a deep, masculine, much hated voice, “either rouse yourself right quick or I’ll do it for you.”
The words brought Rosaleen to life as nothing else could. She opened her eyes a crack to see Sir Anselm’s dark face close to her own. She was lying on her stomach in deference to the bruises and welts he had placed on her back only a few hours earlier, and when he reached out to take a fistful of her hair and lift her face off the feather mattress, Rosaleen cried out from the pain.
“Good,” Sir Anselm said with a chuckle, shaking her head a bit before releasing her. “She’s awake and looks to be in a more obedient mood than she was this morn.” With his fingertips, he pushed her head to one side, so that she was facing him, and met her weary gaze with his own amused one. “Are you not, Rosaleen? You will be a very obedient lady from now on. As meek and mild as a lamb.”
Rosaleen stared at her uncle with as much hatred as she thought any being could ever feel. The memories of him stripping her clothes from her back, of the shocking feeling of that first strike on her bare flesh, all came back to her. “I’ll not mar your face, Rosaleen,” he’d murmured when she had finally given way and stumbled to her knees. “You shall be as lovely on your wedding day as you have ever been.” It hadn’t been too much longer before his blows had felled her completely, sending her into a blissful oblivion.
