New York Times bestselling author Mary Jo Putney is acclaimed by critics and readers alike for unforgettable storytelling and arresting characters. Now she introduces a Regency England you've never seen before, where dazzling magic is practiced in all but the highest reaches of Society, and where desire is the most mysterious and seductive force of all.
One of the Duke of Wellington's most respected officers, Jack Langdon, Lord Frayne, takes his family's honor very seriously. He also hides a shameful secret: a talent for sorcery he has been raised to suppress and openly reject. But after an injury lands Jack at death's door, his only chance at survival lies with Abigail Barton, a peer's daughter and a skilled wizard. Her price: Jack's hand in marriage. It isn't long before Jack feels an irresistible attraction to his forthright new wife, whose allure is as intense as the reawakening magical abilities he can no longer deny.
Lord Frayne must hide his ability as a sorcerer; it's just not acceptable in Regency circles. But then he needs the help of a peer's daughter, the talented sorceress Abigail. Eventually, there's magic between them-after they marry. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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Posted February 17, 2010 by Abby , Vancouver, BC....a different take on a romance novel. This book kept me entertained through out the whole story
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Excerpt from The Marriage Spell by Mary Jo Putney
Cumberland, Northwest England
"Time to get up, rat!"
Jack Langdon's narrow bed tilted ruthlessly, pitching him onto the cold stone floor. He shoved himself to a sitting position and blinked sleepily at the young man who had invaded his room. Where was he?
Stonebridge Academy. Of course. The family travel coach had deposited him here late the night before after days of exhausting travel. Jack had been given a piece of bread and shown to this room without seeing anything of his new school or classmates. Today he must learn how to survive the next years.
He scrambled to his feet and asked the older boy, "Are you a prefect?"
"I am. Call me Mr. Fullerton, sir. And you're a rat, the lowest of the low. Get dressed and go down into the courtyard. The colonel wants to speak to the new rats." The prefect scowled. "Do I need to stand over you while you put your clothes on?"
Jack had a powerful desire to plant a facer on that smirking mouth, but he wasn't stupid. The prefect was probably seventeen, twice Jack's size and three times as mean. He settled for saying, "No, Mr. Fullerton, sir. I'll be right down."
"See that you are."Fullerton left for the next room.
Shivering, Jack went to the washstand. He had to break a skin of ice in the pitcher before he could pour the water. He should have guessed how cold Cumberland would be in September since they were practically in Scotland. It had taken three long days of uncomfortable travel to reach here from his home in Yorkshire.