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

Sunshiny hue shimmered in through the double-hung windows, dancing over her eyelids. The girl who was tossing and turning on the giant-springed bed exhaled deeply and opened her lusterless eyes. Moderately slow. 


She sat up in a bit, shrinking the size of her fish eyes as they darted for the door. Satchel-mouthed, she let out a sigh, abruptly bored: Someone had been persistently knocking. 


Her plucked eyebrows and ratty blond hair told a dismal story; her saturnine mood was because of what had happened the night before. With Thomas suddenly turning sadistic and reeling into the meadow, she had returned to her bedroom somewhat beaten and unable to eat. Hence, the excruciating hunger  pangs had begun to kick in the instant she awoke.


Allowing her shoulders to flex with lithe, Louisa drew outward from the comfortable place: hunching her broad shoulder blades, she planted her spindly legs onto the hearth, tottering for the door. 


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