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From Waif to Gentleman's Wife (Harlequin Historical Series #964) [NOOK Book]

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When a destitute governess faints on Sir Edward Greaves's threshold, chivalry demands that he offer her temporary shelter. However, the desire Ned feels when he catches her in his arms isn't at all gentlemanly....

With her large, troubled eyes and slender frame, Joanna Merrill calls to something deep ...

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From Waif to Gentleman's Wife (Harlequin Historical Series #964)

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When a destitute governess faints on Sir Edward Greaves's threshold, chivalry demands that he offer her temporary shelter. However, the desire Ned feels when he catches her in his arms isn't at all gentlemanly....

With her large, troubled eyes and slender frame, Joanna Merrill calls to something deep inside this guarded man. For one who has purposely shunned the conniving beauties of London society, just how much is Ned risking by having this intriguing woman under his roof...?


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426841200
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 10/1/2009
  • Series: Harlequin Historical Series , #964
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 519,132
  • File size: 237 KB

Meet the Author




Julia Justiss grew up breathing the scent of sea air near the colonial town of Annapolis, Maryland, a fact responsible for two of her lifelong passions: sailors and history!

In high school she worked as a junior guide for Historic Annapolis, conducting visitors on walking tours through the colonial city and to the town's other great attraction, the U.S. Naval Academy. That fond association with the navy led her to eventually marry a Naval Academy grad -- and they now have a son at Annapolis.

But long before embarking on romantic adventures, she read about them, transporting herself vicariously to the pyramids of ancient Egypt, World War II submarine patrols in the South Pacific, the mansions of the Old South and the ballrooms of Regency England.

She also began writing in grade school. From jotting down story ideas for Nancy Drew mysteries in her third-grade spiral, she moved on to writing poetry in high school and college, then worked as a business journalist.

After her marriage to a naval lieutenant, she wrote the newsletter for the American Embassy in Tunis, Tunisia, and traveled extensively in Europe. In Tunis, she also completed her first Regency novel, which fortunately never made it farther than the inside of her desk drawer.

But she learned from that work and kept reading between children and moving twelve times in ten years. When her husband left the navy to return to his Texas homeland, she began her second novel, discovered Romance Writers of America and built an English Georgian house in the piney woods of East Texas, where, when she closes her eyes, she can almost imagine she inhabits the world of Pride and Prejudice.

That second novel, which she finished while working a day job as a high school French teacher, won RWA's Golden Heart Award for Regency in July 1996. Then in May 1998, her long-cherished dream of becoming a published writer came true when Margaret Marbury bought the revised manuscript for the Harlequin Historical line.

Her works, all set in the Regency period and generally including at least one military character, include: The Wedding Gamble (May 1999); A Scandalous Proposal (October 2000); the novella "An Honest Bargain" in the anthology The Officer's Bride (April 2001); The Proper Wife (July 2001); My Lady's Trust (January 2002); My Lady's Pleasure (June 2002); My Lady's Honor (October 2002); Seductive Stranger, in the two-in-one volume Forbidden Stranger (July 2003); Wicked Wager (November 2003); the novella "The Three Gifts," in the anthology Christmas Keepsakes (October 2005); and The Courtesan (December 2005).

She still teaches French and lives in that Georgian house with her husband, three children and two lazy dogs. Readers can reach her via her web site, or by writing to 179 County Rd. 4112, Daingerfield, TX 75638.
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South-west England—spring 1817

Making sure little Susan, who suffered from nightmares, had finally settled into a deep sleep, Joanna Merrill gave the child's silky hair a gentle pat and slipped from her charge's side.

'Thank'ee, ma'am, and I be sorry to have intruded on your evening,' the nursemaid Hannah whispered, still rocking Susan's younger sister in the schoolroom just beyond the little girl's bed. 'But I was fair at my wit's end, what with this one wailing and Miss Susan all afret. Ye've got the touch that soothes that little mite. Better get downstairs now, afor you miss your tea.'

Having escaped another interminable dinner under the lecherous eye of Lord Masters, her employer's husband, Joanna had no intention of pouring tea for the family, despite her mistress's instruction that she return to do so after calming Miss Susan.

'No, Hannah, I'm feeling weary. I believe I will just return to my room and read.'

'Very well, miss. Goodnight to you… and be careful.'

Joanna had no need of the nursemaid's cryptic warning.

Avoiding Lord Master's unwanted advances was becoming so great a challenge that, much as she enjoyed the peace of the countryside and her active young charges, Joanna knew she would soon be forced to seek another position, thereby confronting head-on the concern that had prevented her from giving notice within a week of her employers' arrival in the country—the suspicion that Lord Masters, loath to allow the current object of his wandering eye to escape, would somehow prevent his wife from giving her the necessary references.

How things had changed in the fortnight since her long-absent employers' return from London, shethought with a sigh as she tiptoed across the schoolroom. When a friend of her late husband's family had recommended her for this governess's position almost a year ago, she'd thought it the answer to her prayers, devastated as she'd been after losing first her babe and then her darling Thomas. Having neither strength nor funds to seek out Papa, still a chaplain with the East India Company, and unwilling to throw herself on her elder brother Greville's charity, or abase herself by begging assistance from Thomas's family, who had made clear their disapproval of his marrying the daughter of a untitled country gentleman, she'd been happy to trade the noise and dirt of London for the rural beauty of this remote corner of southwest Hampshire.

Instructing two small girls, at once sweet and demanding, filled her days with an endless activity that left her little time to brood. She'd found a measure of tranquillity that dulled the pain of having to surrender her dreams of building a family and a future with Thomas. A fragile peace that had been shattered within a few days of the arrival of Lady Masters, whom she'd met once the day of her interview, and Lord Masters, whom Joanna had never seen, back at his ancestral estate.

As she paused on the threshold, peering cautiously into the corridor, she recalled with a bitter smile how charming she'd thought Lord Masters at their first meeting. Appearing not at all high in the instep, he'd paused to chat with the new employee, enquiring about her family and even claiming friendship with her distant and high-born relation, the Marquess of Englemere, who employed her brother Greville to manage one of his small properties. After she informed Lord Masters how remote was her kinship to this cousin she'd never met and confessed how removed she'd always lived from London society, she expected the Viscount would soon abandon his politeness to a mere governess.

Instead, he'd continued to seek her out, paying her flattering attention as he chatted about literature, art, music and the theatre under the guise of discussing what he considered important for his daughters' education. Lulled into complacency, she'd noticed nothing untoward until the fourth evening after his arrival…when he'd cornered her alone in the library after dinner.

Still loath to step into the shadowy corridor, she lingered a moment longer, a shudder rippling through her as she recalled that infamous night. Something about his lordship's gaze, which had seemed to hover with unseemly interest on her bosom, had made her immediately uneasy. The quantity of wine he'd drunk at dinner glazing his eyes, he'd tried to persuade her to remain in the library and talk to him. She'd kept the big desk between them as he entreated her, then walked quickly away, holding the book she'd chosen before her chest like a shield.

Heart thumping like a drum beating the advance, she'd almost managed to escape before, closing the distance between them, he'd reached out and run his fingers over her bottom. The sound of his laughter when she knocked his hand away and scurried out, slamming the door behind her, had chilled her to the core.

Locked inside her room, heart still thrumming in alarm, she'd considered complaining at once to Lady Masters. But what would she do if her employer didn't believe her?

Lord Masters was a Viscount and her employer's husband. She was a soldier's widow, her father an insignificant clergyman currently out of England, the brother she'd not seen in years employed on an estate far away. Who would support her if Lord Masters denied her charges, as he was almost certain to do?

Vowing to remain ever vigilant while she considered the wisest course of action, since that evening she'd kept her chamber door locked and her eyes watchful.

As she would tonight.

Taking a deep breath, she exited the schoolroom and walked swiftly through dimly lit space towards her room. She'd almost reached that sanctuary when a figure materialised from the shadows further down the hall and strode towards her.

'Lord Masters,' she said coolly, despite the dismay that sent her pulse racing. 'I have the headache a little. Kindly let Lady Masters know I will not take tea this evening.'

'Ah, then I must eschew tea as well… and tend you. Have you a fever?'

She sidestepped his attempt to lay a hand on her forehead. 'Just a headache, my lord, which solitude and quiet will soon cure. I'm sure your wife, waiting for you below, is most impatient for your return.'

'She's had hers; she can wait,' he said carelessly, his gaze roving her figure with such blatant relish that she felt besmirched. 'Whereas you, little fox… It's been a long time, hasn't it? Years since that soldier-boy husband of yours sent you back to England? You must be eager… panting for it.'

As he spoke, Joanna had backed away from him towards her chamber until the fingertips she'd extended behind her touched the door latch. Advancing as she retreated, Lord Masters now put both hands on either side of the door frame, corralling her against the door's solid mahogany panel as he breathed alcoholic fumes into her face.

If she darted into her room, could she close the door quickly enough to prevent him from following? Lock it before he could use his greater strength to force it back open?

She might be smaller and weaker, but she'd not give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing how much he frightened her. Summoning her best governess voice, she said repres-sively, 'Lord Masters, I find your… attentions most distasteful. Pray recall that you were born a gentleman and abandon them at once.'

Instead, the Viscount chuckled. 'What a prim little pet you are! Have I ruffled your sleek russet fur? By heaven, you make me mad to soothe you… to tear off that drab dress and feel the silk of your skin under my fingers.'

Alarm extinguishing any further desire to reason with him, Joanna ducked under his outstretched arm and tried to dash away. Laughing in earnest now, he caught her easily, then pinned her against the door and assaulted her with a kiss, his tongue probing her firmly closed lips.

Furious as well as afraid, despite the limited space between them, Joanna struck at him with as much power as she could muster and bit his tongue.

With a yelp of pain, he slammed her into the door, trapping her arms behind her. Covering her mouth with one hand before she could cry out, he wrapped his other arm around her, binding her to him with a punishing grip that left her wriggling to free herself as ineffectually as a worm on a hook.

'Like it rough, do you?' he panted, his beetle-black eyes glistening with excitement. 'Well, I can accommodate! By God, I'll have you now, you little vixen.'

Clutching her against him, he kicked open her chamber door. While she continued to struggle, desperately seeking to injure or delay him, he dragged her across the room, threw her backwards on to the bed and climbed atop her, holding her in place with the bulk of his body. With one hand he started dragging up her skirts.

Barely able to breath from the weight on her chest, spurred by panic when she felt his hardness pressed against her, Joanna managed to free one arm. Striking out blindly, she pummelled Lord Master's head and bit at the hand covering her mouth.

Despite her efforts, he'd slid his fingers up to her thighs when a shrill female voice cried, 'Mrs Merrill! What are you doing?'

After a startled instant of immobility, her attacker lurched away from her. Gasping for breath after the removal of his smothering weight, Joanna scrambled to a sitting position on the bed.

Her expression tight and affronted, Lady Masters said, 'What is the meaning of this outrage?'

'Now, Lizzie, don't go off into a pelter,' Lord Masters said, his tone cajoling. 'That auburn-haired witch has been throwing herself at me ever since we arrived. There's only so much temptation a man can withstand.'

Lady Master's look turned contemptuous. 'In some cases, 'tis very little indeed.'

'Temptation!' Joanna croaked furiously, finally able to find her voice. 'I gave you no encouragement whatsoever! Indeed, I did everything in my power to discourage your unwelcome advances.'

'Discourage, hah!' Masters responded. 'Just look at her, my love. That flaming hair coming loose and her gown awry, cheeks flushed and bosom heaving—why, the hot-blooded wench even bit me!' He gestured with his bloody hand to his equally bloody lip.

Lady Masters closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. Now that the danger had passed, Joanna felt a surge of pity for Lady Masters. How awful to be tied for life to a lecher who embarrassed one by trying to debauch one's governess under one's very nose! She'd bet her tiny sum of savings this wasn't the first time, either.

Opening her eyes a moment later, Lady Masters said quietly, 'My lord, you will let me handle this, please?'

'If you wish, my love.' Giving a smile to his wife—and throwing Joanna the surly glance of a spoiled child denied the treat he'd been anticipating—Lord Masters ambled out.

'Lady Masters, I assure you—'

'Please, Mrs Merrill, do not try to explain. Under these circumstances, I can hardly continue to allow a woman of your… appetites to supervise my children. I must demand that you leave this house at once.'

The charge was so unexpected—and so blatantly untrue— that for a moment, Joanna could only stare at her employer in astonishment. Her sympathy for the woman evaporating, she said, 'But, Lady Masters, surely you can't blame—'

'Mrs Merrill, I've already said I shall not entertain any excuses. I will be charitable enough to have a groom bring round a gig to convey you to the village in half an hour, but do not test my indulgence by remaining under my roof a minute longer.'

'Now?' Joanna asked incredulously. ''Tis already full dark! And what of my salary for this quarter?'

'The lateness of the hour is your own concern. As for your salary—' Lady Masters looked her up and down '—I expect you'll soon find a way to earn whatever you need.'

And so, an incoherent blur of time later, her mind still reeling in shock and fury, Joanna found herself deposited at the public house in the village by a surly groom who dropped her without a word, whipped his horse back to a trot and disappeared into the darkness on the long journey back to the manor.

Unwilling to wake the sleeping inhabitants of the inn, unsure yet what story the woman the villagers knew to be governess at the Masters estate could or should tell them about her unexpected appearance, Joanna slipped into the barn. Only the soft wickers of several equine inhabitants greeted her as she found a thick pile of straw and sank down on to it.

Struggling to resist the fear and despair threatening to overcome her, she considered her few possessions—a hurriedly packed bandbox of underthings, shoes and gowns along with the clothes and cloak she wore—and her hoard of coins, which was pitifully small.

Without references or any current prospects of further employment, how would she survive without succumbing to the fate the monstrously unfair Lady Masters had predicted?

After a moment of blind panic, a reassuring thought calmed her. She'd go to her brother, Greville Anders.

He'd left the army after Waterloo, she'd learned in the last message she'd had from him, a bitter diatribe against the aristocratic patronage system that had denied him the promotion he felt should have been his after that great battle. Always an indifferent correspondent, he'd sent her nothing since. For all she knew, he might have a wife and a hopeful family at the snug estate he now managed for their more illustrious cousin. He'd not journeyed to London to console her after she had sent word of Thomas's death and, not wanting at that time to inconvenience him, she'd taken the employment offered by Lady Masters without further thought.

But, married or single, Greville was the only close family she possessed still in England. Surely he would take her in until she figured out what to do next.

Encouraged by that thought, she settled back into the soft hay with a sigh. Tomorrow she would expend her small savings to purchase coach fare to Blenhem Hill.

'So, Ned, what do you think I should do?'

The next afternoon, Sir Edward Austin Greaves raised his gaze from swirling the brandy the sun was illumining to burnished bronze and looked thoughtfully at his friend Nicholas Stanhope, Marquess of Englemere, who sat across from him in Englemere's library. 'What is happening at the property now?'

After sipping from his own glass, Nicky shook his head. 'I can't be certain, not without inspecting the place personally. Frankly, if it were not for the unrest in the countryside and the general distress occurring even at some of my own holdings, I'd be inclined to think Martin exaggerated. After he retired as my agent, I gave over the management of Blenhem Hill to a distant cousin who approached me about employment after Waterloo. Thought it was the least I could do for one of our brave men, and as he'd served in Wellington's commissary corps, I assumed he would be capable. Not so, according to Martin, who despite his advanced years still has a sharp mind and a keen eye.'

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