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Authors: Holly Newman

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The sailors pulled hard on the oars as the fire spread rapidly across the little ship. They were almost to the naval vessel when a loud boom and crack drew their attention back in time to see the other ship list sideways and slide burning into the river.

Cecilia, wiping the tears away with the back of a grimy hand, said a prayer for Angel Swafford's soul.

 

The next afternoon Cecilia lay propped in a nest of pillows on the daybed in Lady Meriton's rose parlor, George Waddley's journal lying open and forgotten in her lap. She was staring at nothing, yet in her mind seeing everything. Everything that had happened over the last weeks, over the last years of her life. She felt odd, unsettled. There was a churning restlessness within her.

The horrors of the past, though they might haunt some corridors of her mind, were just that, the past. And the Cecilia Waddley, nee Haukstrom who existed in that past was also gone. Like the legendary phoenix, rebirth followed destruction.

She smiled softly and closed the book in her lap. That old Cecilia, that sheltered, naive Cecilia who feared the world and played parts to exist within it, possessed the truth all the while, yet never saw it. She could only look upon the surface of life for that was how she lived it. She leaned her head back against the pillows and closed her eyes, a smile softly touching her lips.

She heard the parlor door open and close, but still she did not open her eyes, though her smile widened. "I see I shall have to reprimand Loudon for failing in his duties yet again," she said severely even though the smile lingered on her face.

She raised her head and opened her eyes to see Sir James Branstoke leaning against the closed parlor doors, his arms folded across his chest. His eyelids were in their normal lazy, half-closed position. He straightened languidly, drawing a slight giggle from Cecilia. Taking his quizzing glass from his waistcoat pocket, he raised it to peer through the glass at her.

"Will you insist on wearing those infernal caps when we are married?" he asked, studying the lace confection that covered her pale blond curls.

"Are we to be married?" she asked archly.

"We had better be," he said seriously, dropping the quizzing glass and walking toward her, "or I shall not be responsible for the consequences."

"And what consequences are those?" she asked breathlessly, the butterflies careening wildly through her stomach and pressing outward to fill her entire body.

He sat down on the edge of the daybed, appearing to be still studying the lace cap. He reached up to pluck it off her head.

His thin lips curved into a smile. "Shall we take this action to be symbolic of my desires?" He gathered her up in his arms, cradling her against him. "Or are further demonstrations in order," he whispered against her ear, his breath light, warm, and caressing.

She shivered delightfully in his arms and turned her face up to his. "Yes and no," she whispered, straining toward him. Then she paused and reached up a hand between their lips. She leaned back against the pillows, sighing.

"I love you, James. But what are we to do?" she asked seriously.

"Do?"

She waved a hand over her attire. "I am once again in mourning for a year though all I want is to leave the past behind."

"Ah, yes. Social conventions," he said, "we being such society-controlled creatures. I have given the matter thought. We, my darling ninny hammer, in order to save you from falling into a decline, are going to elope.”

"Me go into a decline? Am I such a poor-spirited individual?"

"You created the image, not I. I don't see any reason to attempt to persuade people otherwise. Upon consideration I have decided it is the perfect excuse for us to continue to stay out of society's orb. You being so frequently confined to your bed and I the devoted husband, so attentively attending to your needs," he suggested, smiling raffishly.

"Hmmm," she said, snuggling among the pillows. Then she scowled and sat up, a determined look glinting in her royal blue eyes. "You are making me forget everything. My mind is full of questions. What has happened? How did Havelock get involved? What's going to happen now? What's the world to know?"

He sighed. "I forget you slept nearly twenty-four hours while the rest of us toiled to unravel the skeins of Elsdon's weaving. All right. Piecing this together from various sources, the story goes as follows: Elsdon was on the Grand Tour when Napoleon began playing havoc with Europe. As a consequence he found himself kicking his heels for long periods in backwater locations without access to funds. During that time he met a doge who lusted after a nobleman's daughter pledged to another. He told Elsdon that he'd pay a king's ransom for a night with the girl. Elsdon, young, at loose ends, and lacking funds, took up the challenge and soon supplied the grateful doge with his heart's desire. As in Haukstrom's case, one thing led to another and soon he was in the white slavery trade. One thing he discovered in Europe and the Middle East was that English women were considered great prizes and carried great worth. When he returned to England he decided to see if he couldn't tap into this lucrative market."

Branstoke rose from the daybed and crossed to a side table where Loudon had earlier left a decanter of sherry and some glasses. He poured out two glasses, carrying the second to Cecilia.

"No one knows precisely how he got together with Waddley. Havelock guesses that Waddley had been involved in illegal activities in the Mediterranean that Elsdon knew about from his time there and used them as an introduction. Whatever, about nine years ago they began occasionally filling orders. Slowly their reputation grew among those who had an interest in their products. As their reputation grew, so did the demand. Elsdon began using others to scout for likely women. One of the women they abducted eight years ago was Dorothea Rustian."

"Havelock's cousin."

He nodded. "He went looking for her. People had assumed she'd eloped, but he wanted to know that for sure. He did find her. She was ill, her mind gone. He took her to the best doctors he could find, but she was beyond mental recovery. She lives to this day in an asylum in Switzerland. He set out to discover how she came to be in that condition. That's how he learned about white slavery. When he told the government they admitted some slight knowledge of this practice, but did not know the leaders. They gave him that task." He took a sip of sherry.

"He had suspicions for a long while, but no proof. Elsdon and Waddley were too clever. Then he discovered Haukstrom's involvement. He was quick to identify him as a weak link."

"Actually, I'm surprised Elsdon kept Randolph around and alive as long as he did," Cecilia admitted.

"I believe it was your brother's occasional flashes of brilliance that appealed to Elsdon. The fact that he, too, went out and blatantly procured a woman for another man, much as Elsdon did at the beginning of his career, was something of a bond between them. He also appreciated the way he tricked Waddley into marrying you as a way of saving you. That delighted his Machiavellian mind."

"Why did Havelock abduct Angel?"

"He was trying to save her from Elsdon. He was certain she would either be killed outright or taken as a shipment. Through Haukstrom she knew too much. Elsdon couldn't afford to have her around. Unfortunately, Angel didn't trust Havelock any more than she did Elsdon."

Cecilia shook her head sadly. "Such a waste. What about Havelock? What's he going to do now?"

"He says he's going to rebuild Havelock Manor and settle there. However, when I left him this afternoon, he was planning on visiting the Amblethorps. I understand they were frequent visitors in his country neighborhood. I believe it was his intention to personally thank a member of that family for the unswerving faith she carried in him."

Cecilia's eyes widened and she clapped her hands in delight. "I shall be interested to observe what transpires there!"

"Well, you are doomed to disappointment"

`Why?"

"You're going to have to learn second hand what happens. You're not going to be around to observe. We are eloping, remember?"

"So soon?"

He pulled a special license from his pocket. "It has been a fatiguing day, but procuring this was my last and most important errand. Tomorrow morning this will allow us to be joined as man and wife. Immediately afterwards we are leaving for Scotland. Your maid has already begun packing your things. But I warn you, she has strict instructions to leave everything black, gray, or anything else resembling mourning, behind."

He glanced at the mantle clock and grimaced. "It is nearly five. Lady Meriton is expecting the duke and your father here at five. We don't have much time," he growled, gathering her in his arms.

She lifted her face to meet his kiss, tingling in expectation.

Their lips touched just as the first peremptory knock touched the parlor door. They broke apart, the normally urbane Sir James Branstoke swearing. Cecilia giggled.

"Tomorrow," he said severely.

"Forever," she promised as the door opened.

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As a child I was an avid reader, and if I didn't have anything to read, I wrote stories for myself. I wrote mysteries and action stories and science fiction. I wrote in pencil and filled notebook upon notebook. I still have one of those notebooks sitting on a shelf over my desk.

But I never thought of writing historical fiction. Then I joined a regency historical dance recreation group and immersed myself in the regency era. Consequently, I played at writing regency stories.

When I had the opportunity to speak to a literary agent I pitched my romantic suspense novels to her. That didn't interest her. She asked if I had anything else. I said I had been playing with a regency romance. That got her interest and she asked to see it. A few months later she found a publisher and I was off and writing furiously.

Unfortunately, publishers don't keep most books available in stores for very long, so I am bringing out my novels once again, but this time available for you on Kindle.

Titles available now are:

The Heart's Companion

 

The Rocking Horse
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Coming to Kindle eBooks in 2013:

A Heart in Jeopardy

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