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

Rochester sighed simply, watching the man leave. His faint silhouette staggered a fall every once or twice as he ran off into the dark void.


Rochester had sparsely turned towards the door when he heard a feminine screech; I SAID LEAVE!


Rochester weaved himself into the Rum house feeling a tug at his heartstrings over who that other woman may possibly be.


"And that was because I came to find you," said Samantha.


"You were supposed to lead him off my trail," her companion said. "Not bloody steal my man!"


"Aargh!" Samantha cried, holding her cheeks. "You slapped me?" her eyes shone with disbelief.


"Yes, Samantha," the woman who smacked her, laughed. "Now that is the scar of your betrayal I would want you to live with."


Ridicule lV.