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

Isabelle nodded with understanding, saying nothing else.


After Samantha had skeltered the floors, agitatedly bouncing as she walked in circles, she abruptly stopped grinding her lips to a snarl. She said, "That Hazel could never win against me. After the mid wife accesses you in a minute.…" she trailed off meditatively and then said, "That slut is about to be found out today, and how much sweeter than have the revelation unveil in my Rochie's  absence?" Samantha giggled then, allowing a creepy smile to edge out on her lips, dancing over it.


Louisa cut her hand away, setting the woman free. Her pouted mouth writhing over the news, she flung herself backward, pondering, wildly. "I could never accept this," she spat, infuriatingly.


"What could you never accept?" pried Mrs. Phellipe.


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