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In my Brides Trilogy, three unconventional young women vow never to marry, only-one by one-to be overtaken by destiny.  Scholarly Olivia is most certainly The Least Likely Bride--

One moment Lady Olivia Granville is strolling along a path, her nose buried in a tome of Greek philosophy; the next she is plunging down a rocky cliff. When she regains ...
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Dear Reader,

In my Brides Trilogy, three unconventional young women vow never to marry, only-one by one-to be overtaken by destiny.  Scholarly Olivia is most certainly The Least Likely Bride--

One moment Lady Olivia Granville is strolling along a path, her nose buried in a tome of Greek philosophy; the next she is plunging down a rocky cliff. When she regains consciousness, she is naked and unwittingly trapped on a pirate ship.  Her captor, though, is no ordinary pirate.  Wickedly handsome, disturbingly mysterious, the grey-eyed master of the Wind Dancer is both a physician and an artist, and admits to making his living from the sea.

Most disconcerting of all, when he turns his glittering eyes on her, he sees not the stammering, hopelessly bookish young girl Olivia has always been, but a passionate, beautiful woman who can, if she chooses, embark on the adventure and the love of a lifetime.

I invite you to share in Olivia's passionate, enchanting adventure.

Warmest wishes,
(signed)Jane Feather

P.S. For Portia's story, be sure to read The Hostage Bride, and you will catch Phoebe's story in The Accidental Bride.  And look for my next novel, The Window's Kiss, in early 2001-- in which my heroine has been widowed not less than four times!

From the Paperback edition.
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Editorial Reviews

Joan Hammond
The third in Ms. Feather’s Bride Trilogy reunites Portia and Rufus, Cato and Phoebe and brings together Olivia and Anthony in this powerfully crafted story filled with the history of the times, a passionate romance and enough adventure to keep the reader turning the pages.
Romantic Times
Library Journal
Marking Feather's hardcover debut and neatly concluding her well-received "Bride Trilogy," this sexy adventure sends scholarly Olivia Granville, the last of three friends who vowed never to marry, down a cliff, into a pirate's arms, and onto the high seas. A sheltered but surprisingly adventurous aristocratic heroine, a staunch Royalist pirate intent on rescuing the king in direct conflict with Olivia's noble father, and a potent mixture of political intrigue, civil war, and child sexual abuse set the pages alight in this action-filled, swashbuckling tale set against the backdrop of English political turmoil of the 1640s. While the distasteful villains and some subject matter will not work for everyone, this lively, occasionally ungentle, historical will no doubt satisfy longtime fans. Feather is a popular, multipublished author of historical romances. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 9/1/99.] Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.\
— Patrick J. Brunet, Western Wisconsin Technical College Library, La Crosse
— Patrick J. Brunet, Western Wisconsin Technical College Library, La Crosse
— Patrick J. Brunet, Western Wisconsin Technical College Library, La Crosse
From the Publisher
Praise for the novels of Jane Feather:

A Valentine Wedding:
"A fast-paced book that will keep the reader entertained."
--Rocky Mountain News

The Hostage Bride:
"The first in Jane Feather's 'Bride' trilogy is a feather in her cap and one of her best stories ever."
--The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

The Silver Rose:
"Well-written and fast-moving--entertaining."

"Feather's writing style is spirited and her plot is well-paced."
--Publishers Weekly

"Vice offers everything from sensual romantic scenes to hilarious misadventures to an exposition on the problems facing ladies of the evening in the mid-18th century....Readers will love it."
--The Brazosport Facts

"Great fun--Feather's well-paced plot generates lots of laughs, steamy sex and high adventure, as well as some wryly perceptive commentary on the gender stereotypes her heroine so flagrantly defies."
--Publishers Weekly

"Four out of four stars...Valentine...comes much closer to the Austen spirit than any of the pseudo-sequels that have been proliferating lately."
--Detroit Free Press

"Vixen is worth taking to bed....Feather's last book, Virtue, was good, but this one is even better."
--USA Today

"Jane Feather is an accomplished storyteller....The result--a rare and wonderful battle-of-the-sexes story that will delight both historical and Regency readers."
--Daily News of Los Angeles

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307487384
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/10/2008
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 127,805
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Jane Feather is the nationally bestselling, award-winning author of The Accidental Bride, The Hostage Bride, A Valentine Wedding, The Emerald Swan, and many other historical romances. She was born in Cairo, Egypt, and grew up in the New Forest, in the south of England. She began her writing career after she and her family moved to Washington, D.C., in 1981. She now has over four million copies of her books in print.

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One The sun shone hot and bright upon the now quiet waters of the English Channel. Olivia Granville strolled the narrow cliff path above St. Catherine's Point, for the moment oblivious of her surroundings, of the fresh beauty of the rain-washed morning after the night's storm. She bit deep into her apple, frowning over the tricky construction of the Greek text she held in her hand. The grass was wet beneath her sandaled feet and long enough in places to brush against her calves, dampening her muslin gown. A red admiral was a flash of color across the white page of her book, and a bee droned among the fragrant heads of the sea pinks. Olivia glanced up, for a moment allowing her attention to wander from her text. The sea stretched blue and smooth as bathwater to the Dorset coastline faintly visible on the horizon. It was hard now to imagine the ferocity of the storm that had wrecked the ship she could see far below on the rocks. Men swarmed antlike over her at the work of salvage. The talk in the house this morning had been all of the wreck, of how it was believed that the ship had been deliberately lured to its death by the smugglers and wreckers who had become very active on the island during the past winter. Olivia drew a deep breath of the salt-and-seaweed-laden air. The sixth winter of the civil war had been an interminable one. A year ago it had seemed it was all but over. King Charles had surrendered to Parliament and was held in London at the palace of Hampton Court, while negotiations for a permanent end to the war took place. But then the king had reneged on his parole, had broken all tentative agreements, and had escaped from Hampton Court. He had fled to the Isle of Wight, a royalist stronghold, and had put himself under the protection of the island's governor, Colonel Hammond. The colonel had proved no royalist friend to the king, instead following his duty to Parliament, holding the king an informal prisoner in Carisbrooke Castle. As a result, the protracted negotiations with Parliament had perforce moved to the island. Olivia's father, the marquis of Granville, was a leading Parliamentarian and one of the foremost negotiators, so at the end of the preceding year he had moved his oldest daughter, his nine-month-old son, and his once again pregnant fourth wife to the island. His two younger daughters had been left at their own request in the quiet Oxfordshire house where they had lived for the preceding three years under the care of their adored governess. On the island, Lord Granville had acquired a long, low, thatch-roofed house in the village of Chale, just a few miles beyond the great stone walls of the royal prison at Carisbrooke Castle. The house was cramped and drafty in winter, but at least it was outside the castle. For Olivia and her father's wife--who was also her own dearest friend, Phoebe--such accommodations were infinitely preferable to life in a military compound. The king continued to hold court in the castle's great hall, and an attempt was made  to disguise the true nature of his situation, but nothing could disguise the military nature of his surroundings. Olivia had spent her first sixteen years in her father's massive fortress on the Yorkshire border, and during the early years of the civil war she had grown accustomed to a life lived for all intents and purposes under siege; but when the war had moved south, so had Lord Granville. She had grown soft, Olivia thought now, with a half smile, stretching under the sun's warmth. Her northern resilience had been eroded by the south's mild climate and gentle vistas. She was accustomed to deep snow and bitter cold, and the damp drizzle of a southern winter offered no challenges to the soul. It brought a dank chill that seeped into your bones, and the northeast wind blowing off the sea was a vicious thing indeed, but it grew monotonous rather than menacing. But here now was summer. And it was as if the winter had never been. Here were brilliant skies and the wonderful expanse of the sea. She had never before known the sea. There were moors and mountain ranges in her native Yorkshire, and winding rivers in the Thames valley that she had called home for the past three years, but nothing to compare with this wondrous sense of expansion, this vast vista where sea met sky and promised only infinity. Olivia threw her apple core far out across the headland and felt her soul lift, her spirit dance. There were sails out there, pretty white sails on lively craft. Below her, gulls wheeled and drifted on the currents of warm air, and Olivia envied them their wonderful freedom, the ability to give themselves to the current without purpose or necessity, but for the sheer joy of it. She laughed aloud suddenly and took a step closer to the edge of the cliff. She stepped into a patch of undergrowth. She stepped into nothing. *  *  * There was pain, a confused morass of pain against which no one hurt stood out, distinguishable. There was a murmur of voices, one in particular, a quiet voice that accompanied cool hands upon her body, turning, lifting, anointing. A pair of gray eyes penetrated the dream tangle where all was confusion and fear. There was a drink of gall and wormwood that brought a muddled skein of terrifying images in the world of nightmares, things she could put no name to that writhed around her like Medusa's serpents. She fought the bitter drink, knocking away the hands that held the cup to her lips. The quiet voice said, "Just one more, Olivia," and her flailing hands were held in  a clasp, cool and firm, and her head rested in the crook of an arm. With a little moan, she surrendered to a strength and a will much greater than her own, and the foul liquid slipped between her parted lips so that she swallowed in a choking gasp of distaste. And this time she sank into a dark pool, and the green waters closed over her head. The hurt receded and now there were no nightmares, only the deep, restful sleep  of healing.

Olivia opened her eyes. What she saw made no sense, so she closed them again. After a minute, she opened them once more. Nothing had changed. She lay very still, hearing her own breathing. There was no other sound. Her body was filled with a delicious languor, and she had no desire to move. As she took inventory, she was aware of a stiff soreness at the back of one thigh, a certain tenderness here and there, but as she ran her hands languidly over her body, everything seemed to be where it was supposed to be. Except that she was naked. She remembered standing on the cliff path, throwing her apple core across the headland. Then there were dreams, nightmares, voices, hands. But they had been part of the dreams, not real. Her eyes closed and the deep pool took her again. When next she swam to the surface, she could sense movement around her. Men were talking in hurried whispers; a chair scraped; a door opened and closed. Her breathing quickened with the atmosphere of urgency around her, but she kept her eyes tight shut, instinctively reluctant to draw attention to herself until she could regain a sense of herself in whatever this place was. In the renewed quiet, she opened her eyes. She was lying on her back in a bed that was not a bed. Or at least it resembled no bed she had slept in before. Tentatively she moved her legs and encountered wooden sides. They were not high, but it felt as if she was lying in a box. She looked up at a ceiling of oak planking. An unlit lantern hung from a chain. But there was no need for lamplight, because great slabs of sunlight slanted into the room from latticed windows a few feet from the foot of the bed. But the wall wasn't straight. It was paneled in some glowing wood and curved. The windows were set into the curves, and they stood open, soft sea scents wafting in on a gentle breeze. Olivia turned her head on the pillow. She turned it tentatively because it hurt a little to do so. The pillow beneath her cheek was crisp and smelled of the flatiron and fresh morning air. She looked into a chamber, a paneled room with latticed windows and rich Turkey carpets on the shining oak floor. There was an oval table and a sideboard, several carved chairs. But it was not a regularly shaped room. It had no corners. And it seemed to be moving. Very gently, but definitely. Rocking like a cradle. Olivia's eyes closed once more. When she next awoke, the sun still shone, the chamber still rocked gently. She was looking into the room as she had been when she'd fallen asleep. And this time she was not alone. A man stood at the oval table, bent over some papers, working with something in his hand. He seemed to Olivia to be cast in gold; a shining aura surrounded him. Then she understood that he was standing in the sunlight from the window and the bright rays glinted off his hair. Hair the color of golden guineas. He was completely absorbed in whatever he was doing. He held himself very still, only his hands moving. He seemed detached, centered on himself and his work. It was a quality Olivia recognized because it was her own. She knew what it was to lose oneself in the world of the mind. She wondered whether to speak, but it seemed impolite to disturb his concentration, so she lay watching him through half-closed eyes, deep in the languid warmth of her peculiar bed. Her body was still sore, and the back of her head felt bruised. Other disparate aches and pains lingered with the slight muzziness in her head. She felt remote, contented, the terrors of the nightmare world vanquished. And she was aware of the strangest connection between herself and the man at the table. It was puzzling but only vaguely so. Mostly it made her feel happy. And then he spoke. He didn't raise his head or look up from his work, but he said in the harmonious voice she remembered from the dreams, "So, Sleeping Beauty returns to the world." The question didn't so much break the silence as slide into it. "Who are you?" she asked. Of all the questions that came to mind, it seemed the only one of any importance.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2013

    Do NOT waste your money

    I should've realized that the final book in this trilogy would've been like this, I just didn't realize it would be quite so BAD. I HAD TO FORCE MYSELF TO KEEP READING JUST SO I COULD FINISH IT!! I won't start a new book until the current one is complete, I was at the point of not even caring if my nook froze up on me because of this story!! Ugh...what a dissappointment.

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  • Posted May 1, 2013


    This is the third in Jane Feather's "Brides" trilogy. It is a very unusual but intriguing love story about Lady Olivia, the scholarly daughter of Lord Granville, who is captured by a pirate. He keep her captive aboard his ship while he raises money by piracy to release the British king Charles Stuart from prison on the Isle of Wight in the late 1640's. Olivia is defying her father as he is among the forces that has imprisoned the king and wishes him dead. And, of course, Olivia finds out who the pirate really is.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2012


    This series eas the first I read of Feathers. I read it years ago in paperback. I have been reading hdr boos in and iff ever since.

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  • Posted September 2, 2011

    Fans of historical fiction series should enjoy this one

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  • Posted August 2, 2011

    Love it

    I have this in both print and on my nook!!! Love it and has become one i read over and over

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  • Posted August 1, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Awesome book!

    The romantic and thrilling love between Anthony and Olivia is breath taking and verry realistic. Cramped full of wonderful moments and hard decisions.

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  • Posted March 8, 2009

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    An Awsome Book

    This was a great book out of the 20 or so books that i have read this year it would have to make the top 10 I have read 2 of her other books and they are just as good as this one and really easy to get intested in I was hooked after the first ten pages.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2005


    Every woman who needs a little fullfilment will find it here. It reminded me of some of the passion I miss in my busy life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2004

    Perfectly Wonderful

    This book is a great read and quite a page turner. I was so engrossed in it I finished it in less then a day. I have suggested it to my sister and some of my friends. I accidently stummbled upon this author and I cant wait to read more of her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2003


    Reading the first two books of the trilogy, I never expected so surpriced by the third! Olivia's story is one of my favorites. If you read it you'll not be able to put it down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2001


    This book is great! I have told everyone I know about this book. Its one that you just can't put down until your done. I cannot express how good Jane's books are. I love the story line and characters in the book. There is no doubt their unforgettable! You just have to read this.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2001

    not as great as it should have been

    It is a good book in the sense that it is well written and the historical information is accurate. However, all of the good points were ruined by the storyline. A bad decision made by Jane to end such a wonderful series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2000

    torn between love and family

    this book the ' Least Likely Bride' is wonderful. Romantic, misterious, and adventerous. I loved this book and I'm glad it was my first romance novel, I look forward to reading the first two books in the ' brides ' trilogy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2000


    I thought this book was very good. I usually read Nora Roberts and Jane was just as wonderful as Nora.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2000

    One of the best books I've been into in a long time

    This book will keep you turning the pages. This is one of her best books yet I think if you have yet to read any of her books I would start with this group I know I did, and I'm still reading her work. Thanks

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2000


    This is one of the best books I have read in a long time..a very hard to put down book. The romance and characters are unforgetable to be sure . .Great book.

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