By Leanne Burroughs. The time for retribution has arrived. Rage tightly controlled, Grant Drummond presses forward toward the magnificent Norman-style manor to take its inhabitants by surprise. A Woman Defiant - Victoria Blackstone tensed with a sense of foreboding. Her stomach knotted as she surveyed the large men surrounding her.
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By Leanne Burroughs. The time for retribution has arrived. Rage tightly controlled, Grant Drummond presses forward toward the magnificent Norman-style manor to take its inhabitants by surprise.
A Woman Defiant - Victoria Blackstone tensed with a sense of foreboding. Her stomach knotted as she surveyed the large men surrounding her. Instinct warned her to escape. Her movements gave Grant Pause. Passion flares, but can love survive? They wage their own war—of strong wills and growing emotions. Or is theirs a love to last through the ages?
Victoria Blackstone shouted as she ran through the busy courtyard and into the house. Caring not what anyone thought, tears streamed down her face as she ran up the winding stone staircase to the family quarters. He cannot make me. Grandmum, may I speak with you? Of course, child, came the frail, shaky response. You are always well-come. What need you the help of your old grandmum for this day?
Victoria stood silent and still and glanced at richly hued tapestries gracing the chamber walls. They blended with everything her grandpapa brought home from his many trips. Her grandmum treasured each gift that kept his memory close. Come, child, her grandmother broke the silence and patted the bed. What has you so forlorn? Victoria climbed the three wooden steps to sit beside her grandmother.
Bright red bolstering pillows rested against the headboard. Tiring quickly, her grandmother rarely left her room, but Victoria thought her a vision of elderly loveliness. Looking into pale blue eyes, Victoria took the frail, weathered hand and placed it tenderly within her own. Grandmum, Father told me yesterday he betrothed me to Lord Bothington! Today he said I must wed that wretched old man Saturday next.
She failed in her effort to hold back tears. They streamed down her cheeks. Abigail Blackstone bemoaned, shuddering. Not Percival. Your grandpapa did not trust him. He is wicked. His wives…. She stopped, seemingly unsure what to say next. Have you spoken with your father, dear? Of course. He can be most stubborn at times. Victoria nodded. Father followed and we argued. He refused to listen. She caters to your every whim.
From his look of hatred, Victoria thought she could read his mind. God must hate me to give me a worthless daughter rather than the son I wanted. The instant he looked at her face, Victoria knew she was in trouble.
Releasing a curse, he backhanded her. His ring dug into her skin and Victoria tasted blood on her lower lip. Blackstone shot his mother a look of disgust. Stay out of this. You have no say in anything. The alliance is also beneficial to our king, so he approves. Blackstone glared at them both with undisguised hatred.
You shall marry Percival on the date stated, and I expect you to meet him after the nooning meal on the morrow to accept his generous offer. He pinched her face, drawing it close to his, hurting her with his fingers. Remember, daughter, no decent man will offer for you. I made certain of that. He turned to stalk from the room.
Reaching the door, he repeated, After the nooning, daughter, or the beatings I gave you in the past will seem like soft caresses compared to what you shall feel in future. He slammed the door shut behind him.
Oh, if only I could be somewhere else. Grandmum, I must leave. Do you not see? I must head farther south—into England. I cannot stay where hatred brews—or be wed to Bothington. I knew already. I did not think anyone could be worse than Father, but Bothington makes my skin crawl. I hate everything he stands for. Victoria rose and stared wistfully out the arrow slit, watching the breeze brush branches against the side of the Hall. Tory, her grandmother began, you know I shall not live much longer.
Victoria vehemently shook her head when her grandmother used her pet name and hastened to interrupt, but her grandmother stopped her with a troubled look, her breaths rapid and weak and her frail voice cracking. In truth, I am not loath to the thought.
Your grandfather awaits me in Heaven and I have missed him these many years. I would do aught to see you happy, but I have no say in your future. Her grandmother shook her head sadly. Your father makes such arrangements, whether you wish him to or not. He always has, as all men do. No more talk of running away, now. Your father would search, drag you back, and be far more brutal than before. Nay, Victoria sighed in desperation. I cannot allow that. Why, Grandmum? Why can I not find love?
You did. I want that, Grandmum. I want a love like you and Grandpapa shared. I wish I lived anywhere but here. With anybody else. I wish—". Do not say such things, child. Only God knows your destiny. Be careful what you wish for. One never knows when wishes will be answered, and God may not grant them the way you hoped.
Victoria drew a calming breath. Rest now, Grandmum. Everything will work out. You shall see. I do not want to lose you, Grandmum, she said in a rush of words as tears welled in her eyes.
That will never happen, luv, her grandmother added tenderly.
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Apr 10, Karen rated it really liked it If you enjoy Scottish Highland romance then certainly have a read of this one. Very fast paced and easy to read. Am looking forward to reading Her Highland Rogue, the second book in the series. May 17, Red rated it really liked it I honestly am not a historical kinda gal, but I really liked this story. Join me as we cross the threshold to a time of kings and their queens, knights and their ladies, castles and moats, warriors and the women brave enough to love them. A sojourn through endless battles, strife between countries, feuds between clans, but above all So, I invite you to enter with me as we take an endless trip to the wonders of the past The history in all these periods is awesome.
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