Nancy_Jim

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What are the chances that a selfish, spoiled and arrogant daughter of a noble man in the little town of Griffinwald would fall head over heels in love with a foreigner, an affluent merchant who bathes in the very waters of pride, arrogance and bloated ego?

 What are the odds that the universe would plan their meet in the most dramatic way; a missing handkerchief flying off with the wind; Scared horses whinning loudly in the distance, a banging thunderstorm is the grand plan.

 What if this merchant has travelled this far to seek out a certain girl who should become his bride, only to land his heart in another woman's bosoms? 

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"The housekeeper is not," said she. "And I am not dumb enough as you think. I can figure my way out of here."


"You can?"


"Yes, I can."


"Hm." Rochester travelled his hand up to his lips. Bussing his mouth sensually with his thumb, he felt his lips divide. Hoping it would have the desired effect on the girl, he said, "I am still confused. Why haven't you left here already? Is there perhaps something else you would need me to do for you? Want to warm my bed perhaps?"


"You are disgusting, sir! And I hate you!" Louisa yelled, and in a couple of sprints, she was outside his chamber, shutting the door with a slam.


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PS. This book is set in thesame fantasy world as my other book, "The Dark Lord's Maiden." You could add up the other book to binge read up to the latest chapters to understand the personality of these characters. But then again this book can also be read as a stand-alone, apart from TDLM.

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The Merchant's Bride

"She's always late," Rochester said in a highfalutin voice, hissing irritatedly. He darted his eyes about.


Inside the massive hall, the proud decor was in perfect alignment with the idea of a romantic dinner setting. Numerous exotic round tables of oak were gracing the various angles of the hall. In addition, fantastic tablecloths having cute embroidery cladded the several tables with their red-and-white patterned designs. The light fixtures were not left out; a convoy of sparkling red candles shone their magical glow about the ballroom. 


On each table was a sleek glassy vase having brilliant red rose petals sticking out from its lip in several angles. Rochester got caught up with glancing over the radiant beam on the jar. The night was young, yet the moon was already high up in the sky. Each painting on the wall reflected its magical radiance as well.


The vast open window in that place allowed for the cool air of the night to filter into.


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