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THE VISCOUNT’S’ VOW
The Sneak Peak Must Read 2013 Historical and Grand Prize Winner
The Sneak Peak Must Read 2013 Historical and Grand Prize Winner
Part Romani, part English noblewoman, Evangeline Caruthers is the last woman in England Ian Hamilton, the Viscount Warrick, could ever love—an immoral wanton responsible for his brother’s and father’s deaths. She thinks he’s a foul-tempered blackguard, who after setting out to cause her downfall, finds himself forced to marry her—snared in the trap of his own making.
When Vangie learns the marriage ceremony itself may have been a ruse, she flees to her gypsy relatives, declaring herself divorced from Ian under Romani law. He pursues her to the gypsy encampment, and when the handsome gypsy king offers to take Ian’s place in Vangie’s bed, jealousy stirs hot and dangerous.
At last, under a balmy starlit sky, Ian and Vangie breech the chasm separating them. Peril lurks though. Ian’s the last in his line, and his stepmother intends to dispose of the newlyweds so her daughter can inherit his estate. Only by trusting each other can they overcome scandal and murderous betrayal.
“A brilliant tale combining Regency romance with exotic Romani culture.”
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Vangie lived with her Great Aunt Eugenia and Great Uncle Percival, both mean spirited and miserly. They made her childhood a miserable existence. She would have preferred to live with her gypsy clan.
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Vangie stood gazing at the beauty before her. Weathered, whimsical stone statuary speckled the gardens and pathways, though several were chipped or missing limbs.
Apparently, at one time, one of the gardeners was adept with sheers. Several evergreens had been sculpted into fanciful topiaries, though it was difficult now to determine precisely what some of the shapes were.
“Ian, is that a horse?” She pointed to the four-legged bush.
“Indeed. And over there is what used to be a bear.” He indicated a large humped shrub with blobs for ears. “And that one is. . .”
“Don’t tell me. A pig?”
“Madam, you insult me. Pig indeed. That, my dear lady, is a noble hunting hound.”
She giggled. “It has no nose or tail, and it is short and fat.”
He cocked his head and studied the shrub. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “A pig-hound, then.”
“Can we walk the gardens?” Three weeks of staring at them from the tower window made Vangie eager to explore the gardens in person.
Ian flashed a charming smile. “What and leave these zoological masterpieces?”
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