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

The harshness of her call tallied with the clacking of her heels against the sleek marble floors. The woman's velocity thudded down the hall that the housekeeper had to sweep a sudden turn. "It's your mother," disclosed Mrs. Phellipe.


"I know," Rochester bragged. "I can see her well enough from here."


"Then, in that case, I would get on with other duties."


Just as Mrs. Phellipe was about to clear away to the side of the alley, she mildly brushed shoulders with Madam Eloise.


"Can you not watch where you're going?" Eloise spat at her agitatedly, but the housekeeper was soon out of her air as one who'd teleported to any other part of the house that wasn't the third floor. 


"What is the meaning of all this madness, son?" Eloise, taking off her gloves in the heat, stabbed his chest with her slap. Actually, it felt more like a blow to his ribs. 


"Why would you do something so cruel to Samantha?" Eloise crowed.


Blame ll