Bound by Love

Bound by Love

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by Rosemary Rogers

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The illegitimate daughter of the Russian czar, Leonida arrives at the estate of Stefan, the Duke of Huntley, with secrets...and a mission. Searching for covert documents sequestered in Stefan's massive library, she is the perfect guest—and the perfect spy.Fascinated by her flawless beauty and her intriguing air of mystery, Stefan draws intimately closer


The illegitimate daughter of the Russian czar, Leonida arrives at the estate of Stefan, the Duke of Huntley, with secrets...and a mission. Searching for covert documents sequestered in Stefan's massive library, she is the perfect guest—and the perfect spy.Fascinated by her flawless beauty and her intriguing air of mystery, Stefan draws intimately closer...and Leonida, bound by duty to her family and country, finds herself utterly captivated. Yet as danger and desire meet in a tangled web of espionage and deceit, the two will face a choice that can be made only by love itself.

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Publishers Weekly
This perfect beach book moves effortlessly from the green English countryside to bustling Paris to the glittering court of Emperor Alexander Pavlovich. Leonida, the czar's illegitimate daughter, travels to Surrey in search of incriminating correspondence in which her mother revealed state secrets to the previous Duchess of Huntley. Stefan, the current duke, can't figure out what she's up to, but that doesn't stop him from pursuing her. After Leonida flees with the letters, he tracks her all the way to St. Petersburg. The villain and hero are obvious, but other players' motives are less clear. Leonida is very easy to like, idealistic and loyal; Stefan, who declares it “a pity” that “women are no longer the property of men,” is more stereotypical and less sympathetic. The history is skimpy, but fans of Regency romance will enjoy the familiar story and unusual setting. (Aug.)

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St. Petersburg, Russia

Countess Nadia Karkoff's house just off the Nevsky Prospect was not the largest mansion in the neighborhood, but it was by far the most luxurious.

In the finest tradition, the facade was designed along sleek, classical lines with a great number of windows and a wide, columned terrace. From the roof, Greek statues overlooked the upper balustrade with cold expressions of superiority. Or perhaps they were revealing their disapproval of the large gardens that surrounded the house. There was nothing classical about the brilliant profusion of flowers and ornamental shrubs and marble fountains that the Russian aristocracy adored.

The interior was equally elegant, with large rooms and soaring ceilings that were decorated in rich golds and crimsons and sapphires. Lush colors that created a sense of warmth during the long, dreary months of winter.

The furnishings were a mixture of satinwood and cherry, the style more French than Russian as suited the Countess's current fancy and contrasted nicely with the dark, brooding paintings by Flemish masters. Only the jewel-encrusted ornaments and jade figurines scattered through the rooms were entirely native.

It was the view, however, that was the crowning glory of the house.

From the upper windows it was possible to admire the churches and lavish palaces, with their glittering spires and golden domes, that adorned St. Petersburg. The stunning panorama allowed one to appreciate the beauty of the city without sensing the brittle tensions that ran rampant through the busy streets.

Having lived her entire two and twenty years in the house, Miss Leonida Karkoff offered only a brief admiring glance out the window of her bedchamber, more pleased with the late-spring sunlight than the familiar landscape.

Moving to seat herself before the mirrored dresser, she allowed her maid, Sophy, to smooth her long, golden tresses into a complicated knot atop her head, leaving a few curls to brush her temple. The severe style complemented the perfect oval of her alabaster skin, emphasizing her delicate bone structure and the starting blue of her heavily lashed eyes.

She would never possess her mother's dark, smoldering beauty, but she had always been considered quite pretty, and perhaps more importantly, her golden hair and clear blue eyes so closely resembled her father that there could be no mistaking her parentage.

Rather an odd circumstance considering that for all practical purposes she was a bastard.

Oh, Count Karkoff willingly claimed her as his child. And he was indeed married to her mother when she was born, which made Leonida entirely legitimate in the eyes of society. But there were few in all of Russia, and perhaps beyond, who did not know that her mother had been involved in a torrid affair with Alexander Pavlovich, the Emperor, when she had been hurriedly wed to the Count. Or that the Count had suddenly come into enough rubles to restore his crumbling estate outside of Moscow, an estate he rarely left, while the Countess was gifted with this lovely house and a large enough allowance to keep her in elegant style.

It was one of those secrets that was known by all, but spoken by no one, and while Alexander Pavlovich did occasionally send an invitation to Leonida to visit him when he was in St. Petersburg, he was more a vague, benevolent figure that drifted in and out of her life than a parental figure.

Not that she desired any additional parental figures, she ruefully acknowledged as her mother swept into the room, her lush form swathed in cherry gauze over a slip of silver satin with matching silver ribbons in her dark, glossy curls.

Her beauty was as dramatic as her entrance, although it was rather ruined by her grimace as her dark eyes glanced about the blue and ivory damask that Leonida had insisted be used for her private chambers.

Nadia Karkoff would never comprehend Leonida's preference for simplicity.

"Mother." Leonida turned on her seat to regard the Countess in wary surprise. There was never a doubt that the two loved one another deeply, but Nadia possessed a ruthless will and a habit of squashing anything that might stand in her path. Including Leonida. "Whatever are you doing here?"

"Sophy, I will speak with my daughter alone," Nadia announced.

The plump maid, who was the daughter of Leonida's English nurse, bobbed a curtsy, sending Leonida a covert wink. She was all too accustomed to Nadia's love of melodrama to take offense.

"Of course."

Waiting until the maid had left the room and closed the door behind her, Leonida rose from her chair and squared her shoulders.

It was always better to face the Countess on her feet.

Not that she was any less likely to be bowled over.

"Has something occurred?" she demanded bluntly.

Now that she had her daughter alone, Nadia appeared oddly reluctant to come to the point. Instead she drifted toward the wide bed canopied with ivory silk.

"Can I not simply desire a private conversation with my daughter?"

"You rarely do," Leonida murmured. "And never at this hour of the morning."

Nadia chuckled. "Tell me, ma petite, am I being chided for my indolent habits or for being a less than devoted mother?"

"Neither. I am merely seeking an explanation for this unexpected visit."

"Mon Dieu." Nadia plucked the delicate fawn-colored muslin gown from the bed, studying the double row of garnets stitched along the demure neckline. "I wish you would allow my modiste to make your gowns. One could easily be forgiven for mistaking you for a member of the tedious bourgeois rather than a young and beautiful member of Russian nobility. You must think of your position, Leonida."

It was a familiar argument, and hardly one to lure her mother from her bed at such an early hour.

"As if I am ever allowed to forget," Leonida muttered.

Nadia turned her dark gaze in Leonida's direction. "What did you say?"

"I prefer my dressmaker, Mother," Leonida said, her voice firm. On this subject she would not budge. "She comprehends that my tastes are more modest than other females'."

"Modest." Nadia heaved an impatient sigh, her gaze flicking over Leonida's slender form, which would never possess the seductive softness that most men preferred. "How many occasions must I remind you that a woman in society has no power unless she is wise enough to use what few weapons God has given her?"

"My gown is a weapon?"

"When designed to tantalize a man's hunger."

"I prefer warmth to tantalizing," Leonida retorted with unapologetic honesty. Despite the spring weather that had grudgingly arrived, there was a blazing fire in the white, gold-veined fireplace. She was always cold.

Nadia tossed the dress aside with a shake of her head. "Foolish child. I have done everything possible to ensure your future. You could have your pick of the most influential gentlemen in the empire. You could become a princess if only you would follow my lead."

"I have told you I have no desire to become a princess. That is your ambition, not mine."

Without warning, Nadia crossed to stand directly before Leonida, her expression hard.

"That is because you have never known what it is to be without wealth or an established position among society, Leonida. You may sneer at my ambition, but I assure you that your precious pride will swiftly be forgotten if you are impetuous enough to believe you can survive on love. There is nothing charming in being cold during the winter or darning your gowns to hide frayed hems." Her eyes darkened with remembered pain. "Or being excluded from society."

"Forgive me, Mother," she said softly. "It is not that I do not appreciate the sacrifices you have made for me, but…"

"Do you?"

Leonida blinked in confusion at the abrupt interruption. "I beg your pardon?"

"Do you appreciate all I have done?"

"Of course."

Nadia reached to take her hands in a tight grip. "Then you will agree to do what I must ask of you."

Leonida hastily tugged her hands free. "I love you, Mother, but my appreciation is not without boundaries. I have told you that I will not accept Prince Orvoleski's proposal. Not only is he old enough to be my father, but he reeks of onions."

"This has nothing to do with the Prince."

Leonida's wariness deepened to outright anxiety. There was something in her mother's expression that warned her that this was more than just another of the theatrical scenes Nadia adored.

"Something has happened."

Nadia twisted her hands together, jeweled rings glinting in the morning light.


"Tell me."

Instead of answering, Nadia drifted toward the window, the scent of expensive perfume drifting behind her.

"You know a small part of my childhood."

Confused, Leonida turned to study her mother's stiff back. Countess Karkoff never discussed her humble beginnings.


"You have told me that you were raised in Yaroslavl' before coming to St. Petersburg," she answered, her words tentative.

"My father possessed distant ties to the Romanovs, but after he argued with Emperor Paul he was too filled with stubborn pride to apologize and he was forever banished from court." Nadia's scornful laugh echoed through the room. "Stupid man. We lived in a frozen monstrosity of a house, miles from the nearest village, with only a handful of peasants to keep it from utter ruin. I was buried in the midst of savages with only my nurse to bear me company."

Leonida's heart softened with sympathy. This vivacious, extroverted, highly fashionable woman stuck alone in a gloomy old house? It must have seemed like hell to her.

"I cannot imagine you in such a setting," she breathed.

Nadia shuddered, one hand lifting to stroke the diamond necklace around her neck, as if to reassure herself that her grim memories had not stolen it away.

"It was a misery, but it did teach me that I would do anything to escape," she rasped harshly. "When my aunt decided it was her duty to invite me to her home, I ignored my father's threat to disown me. What did he have to offer me beyond years of lonely isolation? Instead I sold my few pieces of jewelry and made my way to St. Petersburg alone."

Leonida chuckled in admiration. Of course she had.

Nothing would be allowed to stand between Nadia and her dreams.

"You are truly amazing, Mother," she said. "There are few women who would have possessed such courage."

Nadia slowly turned, a rueful smile touching her lips. "It was more desperation than courage and, had I known I was expected to be more a servant than a guest beneath my aunt's roof, I am not entirely certain I would have been so eager to endure the grueling journey."

"I am certain. You have never allowed anything to stand in the path of what you desire."

Her mother shrugged. "True, but not even my considerable determination would have given me the opportunity to enter society without the assistance of Mira Toryski."

It took a moment for Leonida to place the name. "The Duchess of Huntley?"

"Her family were neighbors of my aunt," Nadia explained. "She was already a favorite among society, of course. How could she not be? She was beautiful, wealthy and yet astonishingly kind. I shall never understand why she took pity on me and convinced my aunt to allow me to attend a few of the smaller gatherings, but I shall forever be grateful."

The Countess's deep affection for her girlhood friend could not be mistaken. Strange, considering Nadia preferred to surround herself with handsome young officers rather than the ladies of society.

"That is when you met Alexander Pavlovich?"

"Yes." The dark eyes softened as they always did at the mention of the Emperor. "He was so handsome and charming. I had only to glance at him to know he was a man destined for greatness."

Leonida resisted the urge to prod for more details of her mother's relationship with Alexander Pavlovich. There were some questions better not asked.

"This is all very fascinating, Mother, but I do not entirely comprehend what is troubling you."

Nadia's hands shook as she smoothed them over the gauze skirt. "I need you to understand my deep affection for Mira."


"Not long after I came to St. Petersburg Mira was introduced to the Duke of Huntley. She, along with most of the women in society, lost her heart to the handsome Englishman and returned with him to London to be wed." Nadia grimaced. "I was devastated by the loss of my dearest friend. She was… well, let us just say that my only comfort was exchanging letters so we could continue to be involved in one another's lives."

"Perfectly understandable," Leonida said gently.

"Perhaps, but I was still foolishly young and when Alexander Pavlovich began to make his interest in me known, I was eager to share every detail with Mira."

If anything, Leonida was only more confused. "From all I have heard, your affair with Czar Alexander was not precisely a closely guarded secret."

"No." Nadia shrugged, as always unrepentant at her intimate connection to the Emperor. "Our…relationship was a source of endless gossip, but our private conversations were never intended to be shared. Not even with a dear friend whose loyalty to the Romanovs could never be questioned."

Leonida stiffened. "You revealed Alexander Pavlovich's private conversations to the Duchess of Huntley?"

Nadia's expression became defensive. "I knew she could be trusted and it was not as if I could share my most intimate thoughts with anyone else. There was not a woman in society who was not consumed with jealousy by my relationship with Czar Alexander."

"As they still are." Leonida hastily soothed the older woman. She would get nothing out of Nadia if she were pouting. And Leonida had a terrible foreboding she needed to know precisely what was happening. "But you are rarely so indiscreet."

Nadia was far from appeased. "How could I possibly suspect that anyone beyond the Duchess would ever see them?"

Leonida's heart stuttered. "Someone else has seen them?"

"I do not need you to point out that I was a reckless idiot. I am painfully aware of my mistakes."

"Very well." Leonida sucked in a calming breath. "I presume that these letters hold information that might prove uncomfortable for the Czar?"

"It is much worse than that. In the hands of his enemies they might very well destroy him."

"Destroy him?" Leonida blinked in shock. "Surely you must be exaggerating?"

"I only wish I were."


With a graceful motion, Nadia sat on the brocade window seat, the morning sunlight revealing the shadows beneath her eyes and lines that bracketed her full lips.

It was the first occasion that Leonida could recall her mother actually appearing her age.

That was more frightening than all the melodramatic insinuations of imminent danger.

"Being the leader of the Russian empire is never a simple task," she said in low tones. "Unrest is always brewing among the citizens, while treachery is a mandatory game for the nobility, but matters have become even more perilous over the past few years. Alexander spends too much time away from his throne as he travels about the world. It gives his enemies encouragement to plot against him."

"They hardly need encouragement."

"Perhaps not, but they grow more bold with every passing day."

Leonida licked her dry lips. "And there is something in the letters that would offer Alexander Pavlovich's enemies the means to harm him?"



Meet the Author

Bestselling author Rosemary Rogers, dubbed "The Queen of Historical Romance" by the New York Times Book Review, was born into a wealthy family in the colonial splendor of Ceylon, now Sri Lanka. Prone to daydreams and fantasies since childhood, she wrote her first novel at the age of eight, and throughout her teens penned passionately romantic epics in the style of her favorite writers.

Rosemary began her writing career while working full-time as a secretary for the California Parks Department.

A divorced mother of four, Rosemary was struggling to raise her children on a meager secretary's salary. During lunch hours and late at night after the children had fallen asleep, Rosemary put pen to paper, capturing the steamy romantic fantasy that played itself out so vividly in her imagination.

A stickler for detail, Rosemary rewrote her first manuscript 23 times, toiling over the historical accuracies. Until the day her teenage daughter found the manuscript in a drawer, and encouraged her mother to send her novel off to a publishing house.

The hours of revision paid off when the unsolicited, unagented manuscript was accepted immediately for publication.

That novel, Sweet Savage Love, skyrocketed to the top of bestseller lists, and became one of the most popular historical romances of all time. Throughout her career, Rosemary has written over 16 novels, sold millions upon millions of copies worldwide, and her novels have been translated into 11 languages.

Rosemary makes her home in Connecticut.

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Bound by Love 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Romance2 More than 1 year ago
Not the best from Rosemary Rogers. I still think one of her best is The Wildest Heart. This book, "Bound by Love" cannot compare and does not her any credit as a writer. It's disjointed, and no character development, other than Stefan (who is supposed to be the hero, but I found to be quite the jerk, and didn't care for him in the least).
Alex-Romancereader More than 1 year ago
I was so excited when I learned Rogers was coming out with a novel, especially a follow up to Scandalous Deception. I bought it the day it came out, but I was disappointed to find that it was half as thick as her other ones. The story started out good, with a great plot but there was a little too much friction between Stephan and Leonida. It was also missing the love scenes which were always present in other novels. The end was also disappointing, as it seemed like a rushed finish. This was not a bad read, especially if you like to find out about other characters from past stories but this was not her best.
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susan3000 More than 1 year ago
The "hero" and "heroine" are very uninteresting. There's no real personality for either, the only thing they seem to have in common is their oft mentioned physical beauty and their "romance" is boring. There's no build up at all, the arrogant guy has the virginal daughter of the emperor's clothes completely off out in a garden by their second meeting, and it's not even interesting. She's Russian but only makes exclamations in French ("Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!") The plot is pretty thin and the bad guys are all your stereotypical mustache twirling types. Everyone sounds the same and it's hard to even figure out or even care who the other characters are because they all have the same speech mannerisms and the characterizations are trite. I tried to muddle through this book but could only get half way through. Not recommended.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1821 Leonida Karkoff arrives as a welcome guest of Lord Edmond and his wife Brianna (see SCANDALOUS DECEPTION). However, Leonida finds herself attracted to her shock to her host's twin brother Stefan, the Duke of Huntley. Stefan distrusts Leonida, who as the illegitimate daughter of Czar Alexander has no reason to be in England unless she has some diabolical plot to harm the Russian ruler. However, Stefan is more upset with himself for wanting a woman he distrusts. Leonida feels guilt as she is pulled in two directions as her mother sent her to retrieve letters that will hurt the czar if exposed and her desire perhaps even love for Stefan. He seduces her, but soon afterward she vanishes with the letters to the content with him in pursuit. In St. Petersburg, Stefan catches up with his Leonida, who has fled his bed for fear her heart will die if she remains with her beloved. The St. Petersburg setting refreshes a wonderful Regency romance sequel starring two beloved enemies. Besides the enticing Russian backdrop, Leonida is a refreshing protagonist pulled by her mother in one direction and yanked in the opposite by her love for Stefan. Fans will enjoy this brisk tale as Rosemary Rogers shows why she is consistently one of the historical romance sub-genre sure things. Harriet Klausner