Hi everyone.
Well, the official release day
for the Lords of Foxwoods Hall has finally arrived. *Cue the trumpets and
release the doves*
It’s a boxed set of Capturing
Bliss and Seizing Heaven. So you get double the Reynard men in the one set.
Capturing
Bliss
In 12th-century England, love isn’t part of the marriage equation. But Lady Blissot de Woodville adores her younger sister too much to see her suffer such a fate. Instead, Bliss recklessly switches places with her sister—and marries a total stranger under false pretenses! Fortunately, she soon discovers she shares a rare passion and genuine love with her new husband, the ardent Lord William Reynard. Yet the happier Bliss becomes, the more her secret weighs heavily on her heart…because one desperate lie could destroy everything she’s come to cherish.
In 12th-century England, love isn’t part of the marriage equation. But Lady Blissot de Woodville adores her younger sister too much to see her suffer such a fate. Instead, Bliss recklessly switches places with her sister—and marries a total stranger under false pretenses! Fortunately, she soon discovers she shares a rare passion and genuine love with her new husband, the ardent Lord William Reynard. Yet the happier Bliss becomes, the more her secret weighs heavily on her heart…because one desperate lie could destroy everything she’s come to cherish.
Seizing Heaven
Lord Savaric Reynard is intent on marrying the widow of Blackstone Manor, that is, until fate and the Reynard betrothal ring get in the way. On his way to meet the widow, Savaric is waylaid by Rosamund, an artist and a traveler. He doesn’t believe in magic or the old family legend that the Reynard betrothal ring has the power to choose the right and true bride. Savaric soon discovers he can try and run from Fate, but one way or another it just might catch up with him.
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Seizing Heaven
Savaric stared at the
bedraggled girl who stood shivering in front of his fire. Rosamund’s dark eyes
stared out from her pale face, and her hair fell like wet, twisted skeins of
black silk. Her dark green dress was soaked, and its skirts dripped onto the
stone hearth. The thin, worn material hugged the girl’s slender form. Too
thin...she was too thin. A frail spiral of guilt rose inside of him. Why hadn’t
he noticed that before, and how could he have left her to the mercy of the
storm? But there was something else mixed with the guilt...a feeling, a
reaction that had no place within him. His mind was set and his future mapped
out; for the sake of Foxwoods, he was to wed Marsilia. So why did his eyes linger
on Rosamund’s loveliness? His body reacted to her dark and dangerous beauty,
hardening, clenching, and straining to touch. He was reminded of the tales his
father had told him when he was a boy. Ancient tales, all about the sprites and
faeries of the tangled woods...beings from the hidden world who tricked and
lured men to their doom. Was Rosamund woman or sprite? Was she there to lure
him from his path?
“Be gracious, Savaric.
Rosamund has travelled through the storm to return our family’s ring. A task
she did not have to do.”
Amice handed her nephew the pouch. “I trust from now on you will guard it
better?”
Savaric heard his aunt’s
soft rebuke as his fingers closed over the leather. “You have my word, Aunt
Amice. I will not be parted from it again.” Looking back at Rosamund, he gave
her a brief nod. “You have my thanks, Lady. ’Twas a good deed, and one I will
compensate you for.” The faster she was gone from under his roof, the faster he
would find peace.
The girl straightened, and
her eyes narrowed when she addressed him. “Sir, I do not want your coin.”
“Then what do you want?
Come, you came to Foxwoods with a purpose.”
“I want nothing from you,
Lord Reynard. I was honour-bound to return the ring, and I need no money for
that.” Rosamund’s voice was even, but he saw a spark of indignation in her
eyes.
“And what do you know of
honour?” The words slipped out of Savaric’s mouth before he could stop them.
“Savaric!” Amice gasped.
“More than you, I wager,”
Rosamund said as her hands fisted by her sides. “I have returned your
possession, and yet you choose to insult me. You may be a fine lord, but I
found better manners and more kindness from a woodcutter I passed on the road.”
Rosamund stepped away from
the hearth and dropped into curtsy before Amice. “May God grant you blessings,
Lady. I thank you for your sweet words, but I should leave. ’Tis better that
way.”
“Nay, I will not have it. I
will not allow you to go back into the tempest. I insist that you accept our
hospitality. You will have dry clothes, a warm bed, and food. We are in your
debt, child, and once Savaric recovers his manners, he will be in agreement.”
Amice stood up and took the girl’s hand. “Now, I shall not hear another word
about it.”
Savaric saw the hurt in
Rosamund’s eyes, and another wisp of guilt fanned over him. She made him react,
and it confused him beyond reason. “Forgive my words. My aunt is correct,
Rosamund. You are welcome and safe at Foxwoods.” He turned on his heels and
strode to the door. He would avoid the girl as best he could. In the morning
she would leave, and everything would fall back into place.
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