Golden-haired hellion Arabella goes to Naples, Italy to solve the mystery of her father's missing ships and cargo. But soon she discovers that the man behind the thievery is an enemy from her father's past-a man she shouldn't love, but can't resist.
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Posted October 07, 2011 by Debby , Ft Lauderdalehorrible love story.....the principle characters do not meet until about page 152 of a 282
page book! I have NEVER read a love book like this. This book is the 2nd in a series....the first one The Devils embrace was worse....the heroine was raped by the
hero and the hero thought why cant she get over this dont she see I love her?.....wierd! then this?......this author I dont like and wont read her novels ever again....do yourself a favor skip this and keep your sanity!
April 12, 2004
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Excerpt from Devil's Daughter by Catherine Coulter
Clare Castle, England, 1803
Arabella rushed down the great oak staircase, a whirlwind of velvet riding skirts, only to draw up short at the sight of her brother entering the hall. She watched him negligently strike his riding crop against his thigh in thoughtful rhythm to his booted step. It was on the tip of her tongue to chide him, for he was late, but he paused a moment, his eyes drawn to the rich medieval trappings of the great hall, and she stood silently watching him. She knew his thoughts, for she had stood many times gazing in awe just as he was doing. It was an impressive chamber with high timbered ceilings that boasted a cavernous fireplace large enough to roast a boar, fifteenth-century suits of armor, both Italian and English, and myriad well-dusted Flemish tapestries. Silver sconces designed for ancient rush-light torches of mutton fat, empty now, but highly polished, were fastened to its stone walls at six-foot intervals.
She watched Adam stop below the painting of the long-dead first Earl of Clare, who had lived not in the thirteenth century, but in the seventeenth, under the reign of William and Mary. She smiled, thinking about Roger Nathan Welles. That earl had been fascinated by the ruins of a Norman castle on a gentle rise of his newly purchased land, and had its great hall reconstructed to its former grandeur according to his own vision. Then, caught up in his own handiwork, and inspired by dubious legends of King Arthur, he had expanded his fancy into a four-towered edifice of soft gray stone dug from a Chicester quarry. The result was perhaps a bit unusual for its time, but nonetheless a home that all subsequent Earls of Clare would have protected with their lives. Happily, their vows were never tested, for the time of civil wars in England was past.
Adam Charles Parese Welles, Viscount St. Ives, had indeed been thinking about the beauty of his home. He was ready for a rest now after two hectic months in Amsterdam, dealing with recalcitrant Dutch shipping merchants, ready for nothing more trying than riding his stallion, Brutus, through the rolling hills that surrounded his home. But he was to leave again, to journey to the Villa Parese, in Genoa. Images of Italy flowed easily into his mind, for there was Ligurian blood in his veins. Whenever he set foot there, he shucked off his English trappings as easily as he did his clothes.
"Adam," Arabella called to him in her exuberant voice, "where the devil have you been I've been waiting for you for an age. Quickly, love, we are to meet Rayna very soon."
"Rayna " Adam repeated, his mind still on the letter from his father in his waistcoat pocket.