Celebrated storyteller Gaelen Foley brings her craft to new heights with Devil Takes a Bride, the seductive tale of a man bent on revenge and the beauty who teaches him to love again . In the quiet English countryside, far from the intrigues of London, Lizzie Carlisle slowly mends her broken heart, devoting herself to her new position as lady s companion to the Dowager Viscountess Strathmore until her peaceful life is turned upside down by a visit from Devil Strathmore, the old woman s untamed nephew a dangerously handsome man whose wicked reputation hides a tortured soul. Devlin Kimball, Lord Strathmore, has spent years adventuring on the high seas, struggling to make his peace with the tragedy that claimed the lives of his family. But now he has uncovered the dark truth behind the so called accident and swears retribution. He has no intention of taking a bride until his eccentric aunt s will forces he and Lizzie together, and Devlin finds his path to vengeance blocked by the stubborn but oh so tempting Miss Carlisle.
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April 27, 2004
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Excerpt from Devil Takes A Bride by Gaelen Foley
The fanciful cupola-topped pavilion languished in desolation on the frozen marshes south of the Thames, a gaudy ruin, with a gray February sleet blowing against its rusty, fake turrets and boarded-up windows. Some said the place was haunted. Others claimed it was cursed. All that His Lordship ' s unassuming little man-of-business knew, however, was that if his glamorous patron did not soon arrive, he was sure to catch his death in this weather.
Clutching his umbrella over his head, Charles Beecham, Esquire, stood wrapped in his brown wool greatcoat, his beaver hat pulled low over his receding hairline, and a look of abject misery on his face. He sneezed abruptly into his handkerchief.
' God bless ye. ' Mr. Dalloway, standing nearby, slid him a greasy grin.
' Thank you, ' Charles clipped out before turning away from the unkempt property agent with a respectable humph.
Dalloway was the opposition in this matter, determined to bilk His Lordship out of three thousand pounds for the dubious privilege of owning the godforsaken place. Charles meant to advise his patron against the purchase in the strongest possible terms, not the least because it would fall to him to explain the mad expenditure to old Lady Ironsides. Stealing another discreet glance at his fob watch, he pursed his lips. Late.