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| Ariana |
So, I've been working on another book. THE LADY'S SECRET is a prequel to THE SEDUCTION OF MR. SUMMERVILLE. In this little tome, ( a novella) we meet Ariana Leighton, daughter of the Duke of Hargrave. As everyone is related to everyone else in the
ton, Ariana's father is the nephew to Lady Olivia's late husband Fitzhugh, therefore making Ariana and her little sister Arabella second cousins to Penny. Or something like that. I have the family tree but too lazy to look it up. Suffice it to say, they're all related.
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| Stephen |
Ariana and her family have been in America for the last year. Her father meets Stephen Summerville, the protege of a famous shipbuilder who wants to start his own company, and so more or less that's how we meet Stephen. When Ariana first lays eyes on him, she falls head over heels. BAM! But when Stephen meets Bella, BAM! and poor Ariana is left heartbroken.
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| Bella |
Ariana is beautiful, gracious, all that is charming, demur, and accomplished. If it wasn't for her limp (caused by a riding accident when she was 12) she'd have her pick of suitors and would have probably been married off by now. But because of her countenance, she appears cold and distant (brought on by years of taunts from cruel and thoughtless people about her limp). But she's not, she's really very nice, and very sweet. She's also very shy and keeps a stiff upper lip when meeting new people.
Stephen has been the only man who has accepted her for who she is. But Stephen belongs to Bella, so Ariana suffers in silence.
I'm really enjoying writing this. It's a love triangle, confounded by the secret that's going to come out in THE SEDUCTION OF MR. SUMMERVILLE. And then EVERYONE is going into a giant emotional upheaval.
Fun stuff, and I'm excited I'm bringing this series to its end. Not that I'm excited it's coming to a close, I love my characters, but it's exciting to think that I wrote a whole series of books and finished them. (Some people didn't believe I could do it.)
Anyway, here's a little excerpt (first draft so don't mind the mistakes), and more pictures. From Chapter Two...
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The crowded pier overwhelmed Ariana,
with passengers milling about, and stewards and midshipmen pushing huge loads
of cargo across the docks. Ariana stood by the luggage. Her leg remained stiff
and walking on the uneven surface of the boatyard caused her great hardship.
She refused to carry her cane. She didn’t want to appear as an invalid. It only
caused piteous looks. Once she was on board, she could settle in and release the pressure.
“Ariana,
dearest, are you all right?” her mother asked.
“My
leg, Mama. Standing for so long last night has cramped it again. I shall be
better once we are on board.” Ariana wanted to rub the spot on her thigh to
relieve the tension.
“Perhaps
we could find you a chair.” Her mother looked around the bustling wharf.
“No,
Mama. Even if one could be found, I would only be in the way.” As if to clarify
her statement, a huge man carrying two barrels across his shoulders bumped into
their trunks.
“Sorry,
misses,” he growled.
“Well,
where has your father gone this time? I declare he likes nothing more than to
disappear on us
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Lady Constance Leighton,
Duchess of Hargrave |
when we need him the most.” Constance Leighton looked around
the busy port and wrinkled her nose. “Why can we not board the ship and be away
from all this….” She waved her hand. “I wish for nothing more than a cold
compress and a cup of tea.”
“I’m
sure he must be doing something important, Mama. He would never leave us in
this situation if he did not have to.” Ariana looked toward the shipping office.
Stephen walked toward them, a wide smile etched across his handsome face.
“Your
Grace, Ariana,” he said. “How do you do? A beautiful day to start our journey,
do you not think?”
“Yes,
very beautiful,” Ariana said. She drank in his smile.
“Have
you seen my husband, Stephen? He has left us here to rot in the sun like some
discarded carcass.” Her mother snapped her fan open and waved it rapidly under
her huge hat.
“Bella
has persuaded him to buy ices,” he said.
“Ices?
We shall hardly have a care to enjoy them here.” She looked at Ariana. “What is
your sister thinking?” She looked at Stephen. “Do you know when we shall be
allowed to board? I vow I cannot stand here one more second.”
“A
few more minutes, I assure you, Lady Hargrave. I spoke with the purser myself
just moments ago. They are only waiting for the last of the foodstuffs to be
brought on board.”
“Well,”
Ariana’s mother huffed. “They allow the animals on board before the people.
I’ve never heard of such a thing. In England, they allowed us to board
as soon as we arrived. I hope you will do your best to remember that when you
have your own vessels, Stephen.”
He
winked at Ariana. “Yes, Mum.”
“Mama.”
Ariana placed her hand on her mother’s arm. “Do not be cross with Stephen. It
is certainly not his fault we are not allowed to board.”
Constance sighed. “Forgive me, Stephen, for being such a
bear. Ariana’s leg pains her and I wish to see her settled before it gives way
completely.”
Stephen picked up Ariana’s hand. “Shall I find you a chair?”
“No,
thank you. I would only be in the way.” Ariana tingled from his touch.
“Oh,
look, here they come now,” her mother said.
The
Duke of Hargrave strode across the pier. Bella chased after his long strides,
her parasol flopping
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Reginald Leighton,
Duke of Hargrave |
over her shoulder.
“Forgive
me, my dear,” he said to his wife. “I did not mean to leave you so long. Bella
wished for ices before departure, but it was a fool’s errand.” He shot Bella a caustic
glance. He turned to Ariana. “How are you feeling, dearest? I am assured it is
only moments before we board.”
Ariana
smiled at her father. Since the accident a decade before, he had always looked
to her comfort first. “I am well, Father. A few minutes more will surely not do
me any more harm.”
“Stephen,”
Bella said. “Take me to the dock. I wish to look at the water.”
Stephen
gave her his arm and they walked away.
“I
do not know what that girl is playing at, Constance.
When we met Stephen in the shipping office, she barely acknowledged his
presence. Now she wishes him to walk her to the water. I do not understand.”
Her
mother patted his arm. “Ariana’s leg pains her.”
And
that was all she needed to say.
Since
the accident, Bella’s jealousy over her parents’ solicitude where Ariana was
concerned was a sore spot. And Ariana knew it, which is why when her leg did
hurt, she never spoke of it. However, as her tell tale limp became more
prominent, her parents grew more concerned.
A
midshipman walked over to them. “Your Grace, my name is Tuttle. I shall take
your luggage now.”
“When
will be allowed to board? My daughter needs to rest,” her father said.
A
bell pealed from the deck.
“At
last,” her mother sighed. “Come dearest, take my arm.”
As
Ariana reached for her mother’s arm, the midshipman pulled a portmanteau off
the top of the pile, which bumped into another trunk and it crashed into Ariana, who fell to the
ground. Tears sprang from her eyes. Her leg felt as if it had been shattered
all over again.
“Ariana!”
Her father knelt at her side. “Dearest, are you all right? No, of course not.”
He glared at Tuttle, who could not apologize enough.
“Forgive
me, your ladyship. I am so very sorry.”
“I
will have your job for your ineptitude,” her father yelled.
“Father,
please,” Ariana said. “It was an accident. Please just help me up.”
Stephen
ran over. “Ariana, what happened?”
Her
father straightened. “This fool hit her with a bag and she fell.”
“Come.”
Stephen knelt on the ground. “Wrap your arms about my neck. I shall carry you
on board.”
“No,”
Ariana whispered. “I am well enough to walk.” She was sure being in his arms
would cause her to faint, and that was something she did not wish to do.
“Nonsense,
Ariana,” her father said. “Do as he tells you. Look at the throng. You will
never get on board without another injury.”
Stephen
wrapped his arms under her and lifted her easily. Ariana closed her eyes as she
laid her hands around his neck.
“Come
then, let us get you on board,” her father said. “I shall find the ship’s
doctor to take a look at you.” He proffered his arm to his wife.
Bella
pouted as she walked behind them.
Walking
up the gangplank, Stephen asked, “How do you feel? Am I causing you any more
pain?”
Ariana
couldn’t feel anything. Her heart stuck in her throat. To have Stephen’s arms
around her was heavenly. “No,” she managed to squeak out. “I…I thank you.”
Jostled
from behind, Stephen glanced over his shoulder. “Have a care, would you? The
lady is injured.”
Ariana
felt flames burning her face. Once on the deck she said, “You may put me down
now.”
“Ariana
I have no wish to cause you further injury. Let us find your stateroom first.”
“No!”
she said. “Please, Stephen, put me down. I am all right now.”
He
walked to the rear of the boat and lowered her to the deck. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,
thank you.” Ariana reached for the railing to steady herself. I am well now.”
Her fluttering heart beat through her chest.
*****
So, that's it so far. Hopefully, it won't take me too long to finish this. As I said, it's a prequel, and a novella, and just so you know, there won't be any kind of definitive ending in it. This novella, and LADY OLIVIA'S UNDOING both stop on the night of the Twelfth Night Ball. And then SEDUCTION takes over from there.
Have a happy week. I'll see you next Sunday.
Anne Gallagher (c) 2013
