From Bertrice Small, the beloved New York Times bestselling "queen of romance,"* comes a sweeping new novel of a young girl's unexpected journey into womanhood, into mystery and passion, and into history....
"Masterful. His ability to sustain suspense [is] exceptional."-San Diego Union-Tribune -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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Posted January 17, 2010 by Patti , VancouverBernice Small keeps you entertained through her stories. I really enjoyed this one!!
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Posted March 11, 2009 by GrissyG Ramirez Lizarraga , Hidden HillsEnjoyed this book tons. As a woman, Rosamond lives in a time where she learns to fight from very young. Fun and passionate love escapades all through.
July 06, 2003
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Excerpt from Rosamund by Bertrice Small
On the day she had married Hugh Cabot, the child, Rosamund Bolton, watched silently as her uncle and his wife had ridden away. Finally she turned to her new husband and asked, "Are they gone for good, sir? My uncle always behaved as if this were his house, but it is mine."
"So you understand that, do you?" Hugh replied, amused. What else did she understand? He wondered to himself. Poor lambkin. Her life to date had surely not been easy.
"I am the heiress to Friarsgate," she answered him simply yet proudly. "Edmund says I am a rich prize. That is why my uncle Henry seeks to control me. Will my uncle return?"
"He is gone for now," Hugh answered the child. "I am certain he will return to see how you fare."
"He will return to cast his eye on my lands and see how they prosper," Rosamund responded astutely.
He took her hand in his. "Let us go inside, Rosamund. The wind is chill and hints of the winter to come, lass."
Together they reentered the house, settling themselves in the little hall by the warm fire.
Sitting opposite him, her child's face grave, she said, "So, now you are my husband." Her slippered feet did not touch the floor.
"I am," he agreed, his blue eyes twinkling as he considered where this conversation could possibly be going.
"How many wives have you had before me, sir?" she asked him, curious.
"None," he answered, a small smile touching his angular features.
"Why?" she demanded of him. Reaching out she stroked a large gray hound that had come to sit by her side.
"I had not the means to support a wife," he explained. "I was my father's youngest son. He died just before I was born. He, too, was a younger son, dependent upon his family for everything. Long ago I did my cousin a great favor, or so I thought. By convincing her brother to give her the small manor of Otterly, I made her a desirable bride for your uncle Henry. Agnes was a plain girl, but had no calling for the church. She needed something to set her apart from the other marriageable young girls of modest means. By convincing Robert Lindsay that a woman with her own property was more apt to receive an offer, I made Agnes an attractive marriage prospect."
"Like me," Rosamund remarked.
"Yes, like you," Hugh agreed with a chuckle. "You understand a great deal for one so young."
"The priest says that women are the weaker vessel, but I think he is wrong. Women can be strong, and they can be intelligent," Rosamund told him frankly.
"Are those your own thoughts, Rosamund?" he asked her. What a fascinating little girl she was, this child who was now his responsibility.
She looked suddenly fearful at his question, sitting back in her chair, whereas before she had been leaning forward enthusiastically. "Will you beat me for my thoughts, sir?" she queried him nervously.
The question disturbed him deeply. "Why would you think that, lass?" he inquired of her quietly.