The Baron: A Loveswept Classic Romance

The Baron: A Loveswept Classic Romance

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by Sally Goldenbaum

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She isn’t accustomed to attention. He isn’t used to being denied. Romance is never simple, but when worlds collide in this classic novel from bestselling author Sally Goldenbaum, true love can seem unimaginable.
While playing the part of a glamorous contessa for a murder mystery weekend, Halley Finnegan finds herself in the arms of

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She isn’t accustomed to attention. He isn’t used to being denied. Romance is never simple, but when worlds collide in this classic novel from bestselling author Sally Goldenbaum, true love can seem unimaginable.
While playing the part of a glamorous contessa for a murder mystery weekend, Halley Finnegan finds herself in the arms of dashing baron Nick Harrington. For the first time in her life, Halley feels captivating, enchanting, a worthy companion to a wealthy, elegant man. But beneath the costume, Halley is just a nobody, while Nick remains a baron. After the festivities, the fantasy is over; Halley’s simply not in his class.
After Nick tracks down his mystery lady, Halley is sure that he’ll discover his mistake and run for the hills. Instead, he is all charm, teasing smiles, and gentle caresses, as if he never stepped out of character. How can she trust that this gentleman is the real Nick, and not just a part he plays? And how could Nick fall for a woman he wouldn’t have given the time of day a week before? Unless they start being honest with each other, Halley and Nick will lose each again—this time, forever.

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as excerpts from these Loveswept titles: Remember the Time, The Vow, This Fierce Splendor, Lightning That Lingers, Tall, Dark, and Lonesome, Dream Lover, and Legends. 

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Dark eyes regarded Tré steadily; rings flashed in torch- and candlelight as the king waved him forward. The chamber was near empty, save for a scribe and the king's steward.

Tré approached the dais where John sat in an unkingly sprawl; he did not bow his head or bend the knee, but stood silent and still while the king spoke to his steward. Heavy tapestries covered the chamber's walls, richly embroidered, a blur of red and gold behind the dais.

It was cold; Tré's boots were muddy, but he had taken no time to don clean garments when summoned by King John. In truth, he had been given no time to do more than accompany the guard sent to escort him to Windsor, a dire omen that set his jaw and his temper.

King John, Pell Ewing--two men of the same ilk. Greedy, ruthless warlords. Nothing mattered to them but their own goals. Not even the life of a small child--whose loss he blamed on king and earl as well as Saxon outlaws.

Over two years since Aimée died--not so long ago. Yet a lifetime. . . .

"Lord Devaux, Baron of Brayeton."

The scribe's gruff announcement jerked him from harsh memory to the present. Tré looked up, met the king's gaze with a steady stare. John's eyes narrowed slightly; thin lips twisted at the blatant refusal to bend knee or head.

"You took overlong to answer our summons, Brayeton."

Petulance marked the royal face and tone; one hand came to rest languidly upon the carved chair arm. Tré stood silent. Tension thumped in his belly.

John's expression eased into a mocking smile. Jewels winked as he chewed a fingernail, halted to say abruptly, "The Earl of Welburn has been deseisened of his lands and title."

Savage exultation flared, but Tré did not allow it to show in his face or words. "Indeed, sire."

"Yea, indeed, my lord of Brayeton!" The king leaned forward in his bolstered chair. "What say you to that?"

"It is a grave misfortune, sire."

"A misfortune?" John gave a bark of laughter that held no humor. "Misfortune for Ewing, or for yourself?"

"I am not allied with Pell Ewing, sire."

"No, you are not. Yet it has come to our attention of late that you have withdrawn from our service. You paid knights' fees and shield tax, but did not answer our summons to Nottingham. Explain your reasons to our satisfaction."

"My lands require much of my time, sire." Salvation lay in half-truths; survival prompted him to remind the king, "I have just returned from your campaign against the Welsh."

It was waved away as inconsequential. "We need more assurance of your loyalty. You have no family, no hostages to offer us, only an oath of fealty that you have not yet sworn."

Tré held his tongue; not even to avoid censure would he swear an oath he was not certain he could keep. It would be treason should he break it. More danger lay in perjury than in refusal.

The king's steward stepped forward, murmured in John's ear, then stepped away. Tension prickled down Tré's spine; the new wound in his side throbbed, raw and unhealed, a constant ache, compliments of a Welsh sword.

John turned back, mouth curled in a nasty smile. "We have seized Welburn lands for the crown. Ewing is your overlord, a proven traitor, alive only because he has fled to Ireland. He named you as conspirator. Show me good cause to allow you to remain free, my lord Brayeton."

Anger sparked, was swiftly tamped. "Sire, you are aware of my long feud with the Earl of Welburn. Would you accuse me of treachery on his word alone?"

"Can you prove your innocence?"

"I have not heard specific charges, sire. If I am to be accused, I demand my rights as baron to a trial before the Council of Barons."

John regarded him through hooded eyes; mockery tucked the corners of his mouth. "The council meets at Nottingham Castle. As we just met in September, you will remain in our custody until the next council meeting."

A clank of weapons and armor from the guards entering bespoke the king's intent; Tré tensed. Few men left Windsor's dungeons alive.

Coolly, he said, "Sire, the Barons of Brayeton have served England's kings since the time of the Conqueror. Imprison me without trial and you will earn the enmity of even your allies. Do you court more enemies when you are beset on all sides?"

King John frowned, glanced toward his steward again, and chewed his fingernail for a moment. Then he sat back, narrow shoulders pressed against wood and gilt.

"Your lands are forfeit until charges against you are put before the Council of Barons. Unless you prefer prison, you may be of some use, my lord Brayeton. We are in need of a High Sheriff of Nottingham."

Surprise and outrage rendered Tré silent for a moment. Wily John--if he could not extract one oath, he would secure another. An appointment to sheriff would bind him to uphold the very laws he hated. A refusal would result in his imprisonment. He sucked in a deep breath.

"I thought the position occupied, sire."

"Not," the king said harshly, "for long. Eustace de Lowdham has misjudged me. His greedy hand plunders my taxes. He fails to catch the outlaws who poach Sherwood preserves and steal from royal coffers. You have proven your worth in pursuit of the Welsh--prove your worth as sheriff, and lands and title will be returned to you in time."

Tré's eyes narrowed; dust motes danced in gray bars of light filtering through the open window. It was a subtle trap. Far easier for John to be rid of an appointed official than to risk alienating all his barons by eliminating one of their own without proven cause.

Disaster loomed. Until this moment he had not known how complete was Welburn's hatred of him. Cunning earl, to destroy an enemy with a simple accusation--tempting a king who coveted rich lands for his war against Philip of France and the pope.

Far better to compromise than lose all. . . .

Silence stretched, grew heavy and dense. Impatient, John snapped, "Decide, my lord Brayeton."

Bitter words burned his tongue: "If I am not trusted to be baron, am I trusted to be sheriff?"

"A landless baron wields little enough power. You will be a warning to those who consider treason--evidence of our resolve, and our generosity in allowing you life and liberty."

The king beckoned to his scribe, looked back at Tré. "Arrive in Nottingham before the first Sunday of Lent. Serve us well, Devaux, and we shall reward thee well. Fail us, and lose all."

Devaux--I am already stripped of title and rank. . . . He swallowed rage and unwise comment, held his tongue when John's eyes glittered with malicious satisfaction.

Brayeton Keep, gone in the blink of an eye, seized for a false accusation. Now they belonged to King John: the stone keep where he had been born, and a hillside where two graves lay beneath an old oak.

Aimée. . . .

Memory veered from the sharp pain, barricaded itself behind familiar grayness: hollow, empty of soft emotion, a vast desolation where it was safe. Where the anguish of loss could not reach him.

Ad noctum--Into the darkness.

From the Paperback edition.

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lois linde More than 1 year ago
I loved this book, will read it again. It was what i look for when i read romance books, no hours of crying and whining just happy people falling in love.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought it was great! Loved the flirting at the party. But I was disappointed the story was only 139 pages and the rest of tge total 250 pages were excerpts of other books! Still the story really was fantastic, I really love this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
## Awful. I couldn't even finish it. I was actually bored. That rarely happens to me while reading. And why oh why is there always a dead wife?! Ugh. This book was not worth the money or the time.
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rhonda1111RL More than 1 year ago
It shows how important it is to show love your children and family. I enjoyed Halley character how she throws herself into her work and community,friends. Her friend Leo who got her the job and donated the Throne library asked her a favor. To be a guest at a murder weekend. One of the guests came down with the flue and they need that character as part of the story. She was to play the part of a Countess Who long ago was lover with Baron and they relite their romance. So Halley borrows antique cloths from friends shop and goes to the party almost backs out when she sees the mansion. Everyone knows each other except for the actors and Halley. No one uses real names for weekend, but she found out the Baron name was really Nick. Nick was willing to play the romance of the story he was impressed with Halley. They had a fun weekend but Halley left early and did not tell Nick goodbye. Throne library and estate were given to the community and Halley was in charge. She even lived in a cottage on the state. Halley had a lot of programs for different ages from preschool to senior citizens. Nick followed and found where she worked and was around her family,friends and community where they all showed love that he had a hard time understanding but he was learning. but was it to late? What secrets did Nick keep from halley? It was fun to be part of their world learning about love. I enjoyed the book and will read more from Sally. I was given this ebook in exchange for honest review from netgalley.
Jutzie More than 1 year ago
The Baron by Sally Goldenbaum Halley Finnegan has just pulled up to a mansion in her little green Volkswagen. She again wondered how she let Leo Thorne talk her into this. His friends, the Harrington's, were having a house party and he talked her into replacing a guest who could not make it. A murder mystery house party. She would get to be somebody beside plain Jane Halley Finnegan for the weekend but she had let her best friend, Rosie, talk her into this crimson dress that hugged her tips and about squeezed her out the top. She allowed herself introduced as the Contessa Ambrosia. Halley did not know she had a partner for the weekend though. The Baron von Bluster. She did end up having a really good time and Nick, the Baron, was quite attractive and played up the part of them being long lost lovers who have just been reunited. Every time she almost took his compliments to heart she reminded herself that she was a librarian at the Thorne Estate and when it was done and over Nick would still be a baron. Two different worlds. There was the murder and the clue searching and much fun. When Nick asked to see her after the party, in the real world, Halley made her escape and left the party to go home without letting him know she left. Nick found her anyways. He would come often to the library and he got to know Halley's friends and family. Halley stayed in a small cottage on the property, Nick had a penthouse apartment. Nick had nanny's and did not understand the love of family. Halley had a large loving family that hugged and showed affection openly. She seen when Nick started to relax and enjoy them as well. If only Nick did not hold back secrets from his life. He told Halley one which ended fine but he feared his other secret would tear them apart. Can two people from such different worlds truly find love? Contains sexual situations Book received through NetGalley for review