TANGLEWOOD SERIES by Rachael Anderson
Three charming tales of tangled deception and love.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave
When first we practise to deceive!
—Sir Walter Scott, Marmion
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EXCERPT
He stared at her incredulously, as though she had escaped Bedlam. "Are you in your right mind, woman?"
Lucy
leaned forward and planted her palms on his bed so that her eyes were
level with his. "My name is Lucy Beresford. I have lived in Askern all
my life. I'm the sole daughter of a vicar and a seamstress who lived
most happily despite their differences in station. When my father passed
away, I came here, to this dower house. So yes, I am in my right mind.
It is you who are not."
The earl's jaw clenched, and Lucy took
some pleasure at the sight. Perhaps he would come down off his high
horse and show at least a small amount of kindness or respect.
"I may not know who I am or where I came from," he finally said, "but at least I do not feel the need to tell tales."
"Tell
tales?" Lucy gaped at him. Was he accusing her of telling untruths?
<i>Her, </i>of all people?What untruths? How dare he!
Lord
Drayson glanced down at his fingers, frowning when he spotted grime
under his nails. He began to scrape it out as he spoke. "Claiming to be
the daughter of a vicar and seamstress is all very romantic, but it
cannot possibly be the truth."
"And why not?" she asked.
His
gaze returned to hers. "In my experience, the daughter of a vicar would
behave with more decorum, would know how to make a palatable broth, and
would never allow herself to be alone in a room with a man who is not
her relative. If there is one thing I know with absolute certainty, it
is that you are no relation of mine."
Lucy's jaw clenched as
she fought to control the rage building inside her. Ever so slowly, she
pushed herself up to standing and glared down at the earl. "You are
correct in thinking I am no ordinary vicar's daughter. I do not love
unconditionally. I show decorum only when I wish to. And I despise those
who care for no one but themselves. But I do <i>not</i>
tell tales."
He actually chuckled, but it was more of a scoff than a show of humor. "Did you learn those traits from your father?"
"Do not speak of my father."
"I
would prefer to speak of myself, but you do not seem to share that
preference, so perhaps we should speak of your father instead.Where is
he, by the by? I would very much like to meet him."
Lucy's
fingers became fists while her conscience became a battleground between
all that was good and evil inside her. It was a short battle, with evil
making a quick triumph.
Ever so slowly, her body still
trembling with anger, she lifted her chin. If he was going to accuse her
of telling tales, then tell them she would. "Very well, Collins. If you
must know, I am your employer. And though you may not remember me, or
this house, or your position in it, or the fact that you are perfectly
susceptible to coming off a horse, just like any other human, I still
expect some kindness and respect from you."
"What on earth are you talking about? What position?"
There was not a hint of hesitation in her voice when she answered. "You are a servant in this house."
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Cora nodded and followed Mr. Ludlow into the parlor. He closed the
doors and stood in front of them with his arms folded, looking far more
intimidating than he had during their last meeting. He said nothing,
merely lifted an inquiring eyebrow and waited.
Caught
unprepared, Cora stared at him, trying to organize her thoughts into
words.After a few moments of awkward silence, he lost patience. "What is
it you wished to speak with me about, Mrs. Notley? Or are we to stand
here staring at each other all afternoon?"
Not knowing how else to begin, Cora blurted, "Why have you hired me, sir?"
He
blinked a few times before frowning. "I believe I have made that
perfectly clear. You are to be the housekeeper, are you not?"
This
was going to be more difficult than she had imagined. "Yes, of course,
but there has been some talk about, or rather concerns expressed . . ."
How did one put this delicately?
"About . . .?" he prodded, obviously not thrilled that his morning regime had been waylaid.
"About
the reasons I have been offered the position," she quickly said, hoping
that would be enough to make him understand her meaning.
Unfortunately,
his brows drew together in confusion. "What are you saying, Mrs.
Notley? I have hired you to do certain duties that will hopefully make
my household run more smoothly. What other reason could I possibly have
for offering you the position?"
"You have hired me to do a job
I am untrained to do," she said. "While I am grateful for the
opportunity, I also find it necessary to clarify that I have come here
to be a housekeeper and only a housekeeper. Even though I am young and .
. ." Her voice drifted off. Had she almost referred to herself as
pretty? Goodness, this was proving to be very awkward indeed.
"Beautiful?" he finally guessed, not looking at all pleased with the direction the conversation was taking.
"I was going to say not repulsive," she fibbed.
"Very
well," he said. "Even though you are young and not repulsive . . ." He
moved his hand in a circular gesture, urging her to finish her thought.
Cora
straightened her shoulders and forced herself to continue. "I am not
the sort of girl who would ever . . . fraternize with her employer." Her
face infused with heat, but she forced her gaze to remain steady.
"I
see." He walked slowly towards her, rubbing his chin with his hand. A
few steps away,he stopped and eyed her quizzically. "Have I made any
improper advances towards you?"
"No, sir."
"Have I spoken to you in an unprofessional manner?"
"No."
"Have I looked at you in a way that has made you feel uncomfortable?"
"No."
Cora suddenly wished she had not felt the need to clarify anything. He
made her feel as though she had put the cart before the horse when what
she had been trying to do was see that the cart and horse simply stayed
in their proper places. Was that so wrong?
"Might I ask who,
exactly, has led you to believe that I am the sort of man capable
of--how did you put it? Fraternizing with my help?"
"I,
er, would rather not say, sir." Though Cora felt no loyalty towards
Sally, she refused to bring Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd's names into the
conversation. "I did not mean to besmirch your name or cause any
offense, Mr. Ludlow. I merely wanted to make my feelings on the matter
clear."
"And you have."
"Good." Cora dropped into a quick curtsy, anxious to get away. "I shall go and find Watts now."
She
was almost to the door when his voice stopped her. "Once again, you are
attempting to scuttle away before we have completed our conversation."
Slowly, she turned around and lifted her eyes to his. "I never scuttle, sir."
"What would you call that rapid walk of yours?"
"A rapid walk."
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EXCERPT
The corners of the man's eyes crinkled in a mild show of amusement. "Lady Harriett, I presume?" Rather than look at her with appreciation as most men did, he appeared amused.
At her nod, he tucked his hands behind his back, remaining a few steps above her. "I am Lieutenant Christopher Jamison, an old friend of Jonathan's."
"I was expecting you days ago," she answered. "Lord Jonathan charged me with the unhappy task of informing you he and his new bride are currently away on their wedding trip. He is sorry he cannot be here to meet with you and has asked that I relay his apologies."
"May I inquire as to how long they will be away?" he asked.
No, you may not, she wanted to say. Her neck was beginning to ache from looking up at him, but she forced her gaze to remain steady. "They expected to be gone a fortnight, sir."
"And they have been gone how long, exactly?"
She felt an unaccountable hesitancy to tell him. "A week."
"Ah." He sounded disappointed but seemed to take the news in stride, glancing at Charlie as though wondering whether he ought to retrieve his horse or not. Harriett prayed that he would.
When his gaze strayed back to her, he took the unwelcome, and ungentlemanly, liberty of perusing her figure. When his eyes met hers again, his lips twitched into a slight smile. "Forgive me, my lady, but you appear to have had a run-in with a mud puddle and lost."
How kind of him to point that out. Harriett kept her hands at her side rather than attempt to brush the dirt from her face and pelisse yet again. The damage was done, and no amount of brushing or shaking would remove the muck. What she needed was a hot bath and a change of clothes.
"Actually, sir, I was merely an innocent bystander."
"Indeed?"
She picked up her skirts and ascended the steps, stopping on the stair above him so that she was eye level with him. "Are you always such a reckless rider, sir? Do you not pay heed to your surroundings?"
"Of course I do."
"If you had, you would have seen me standing at the side of the road and, I would hope, thought to slow your animal down so as to not splash mud all over my pelisse." Her chilly set down did not have the desired effect. He did not appear the least bit repentant. Rather, he looked ready to burst into laughter.
"And your face, apparently." He leaned forward and squinted. "If I'm not mistaken, there is a splash or two of mud on your bonnet as well."
Harriett glared at him. "How observant you are, Lieutenant Jamison. One can only wonder why you didn't put that skill to good use earlier. If you had, perhaps my pelisse, face, and bonnet would still be clean."
"I am always observant, my lady," he said. "But might I suggest that if you would like to be noticed at the side of the road, you should wear a color that does not blend so perfectly with your surroundings. That particular shade of green looks quite lovely on you, but only someone with the eyes of an eagle would have spotted you in front of a landscape of evergreens."
Harriett opened her mouth to respond, but no words were forthcoming. The man did not even attempt to behave like a gentleman. How could he be so . . . so . . .
"Have you no apology to offer, sir?" she finally spluttered.
"Oh, did I not apologize? Forgive me."
"For what? Forgetting to apologize or for not doing so in the first place?"
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Praise for the Tanglewood Series
"Thoroughly enjoyed this series. The dialogue between characters is delightfully witty and the stories are rich with color and depth." (M. Michelle Condie, Amazon.com)
"I loved . . . the entire Tanglewood series! Every time I started reading, I escaped to a different time and place. I laughed a lot and even cried a little." (Emily R., Amazon.com)
"Five stars for this author and the Tanglewood series! This series were the first books I've read by this author and I was not disappointed. Her characters come alive in her books and you can't help but be drawn into their world. I'm always sad to see a good series like this one end." (Simply Me, Amazon.com)
"Rachael Anderson has a unique ability to keep the reader intrigued with her characters. She writes with a sense of humor,knowledge of period she's writing,about ,and sprinkles with Christian values." Carolynn D., Amazon.com)
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Coming Spring 2018
My Sister's Intended by Rachael Anderson
For as long as Prudence can remember, it has been understood that
her sister will one day wed the eldest son of their nearest neighbor.
Such an alliance will benefit both families and bring a great deal of
joy to all parents involved.
Unfortunately,
Prudence has never been able to feel as joyful. She believes her sister
is mad to consider marrying a man she hardly knows, even if he will one
day make her a countess. Titles and wealth shouldn't factor into matters
of the heart, and as an aspiring romance novelist, Prudence cannot
fathom how anyone could even think of settling for less than love. She
certainly wouldn’t, and she doesn't want her sister to either.
Unable
to stand by and do nothing, Prudence sets out to help the awkward
couple discover the best in each other with the hope that they will
eventually find love. What she neglected to foresee, however, was that
she might fall in love with Lord Knave herself.
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Author Rachael Anderson
A USA Today bestselling author, Rachael Anderson is the mother of four and is pretty good at breaking up fights, or at least sending guilty parties to their rooms. She can't sing, doesn't dance, and despises tragedies. But she recently figured out how yeast works and can now make homemade bread, which she is really good at eating.
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