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The Perfect Bride (De Warenne Dynasty Series)

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by Brenda Joyce
 

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A childhood trauma has left Lady Blanche Harrington incapable of all emotion, least of all love. Now circumstance demands she marry, and Blanche dreads choosing from her horde of fawning suitors. For one very eligible gentleman has not stepped forward.…

A war hero and a recluse, Rex de Warenne has long admired Lady Blanche. Though fate and his own dark

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A childhood trauma has left Lady Blanche Harrington incapable of all emotion, least of all love. Now circumstance demands she marry, and Blanche dreads choosing from her horde of fawning suitors. For one very eligible gentleman has not stepped forward.…

A war hero and a recluse, Rex de Warenne has long admired Lady Blanche. Though fate and his own dark nature have robbed him of any hope for the kind of future such a lady deserves, Rex is determined to aid her—and keep his feelings to himself. But when their growing friendship leads to a night of shocking passion, Blanche's newfound memories threaten their fragile love…and Blanche's very life.

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Joyce's seventh de Warenne novel is another first-rate Regency, featuring multidimensional protagonists and sweeping drama. Six months after the death of her father, Lady Blanche Harrington must seek a husband to help manage her vast fortunes. It's an unfortunate but necessary duty for the chilly Blanche, who's carefully controlled all emotions since the death of her mother two decades earlier. As Blanche travels to her late father's estate in Cornwall, she makes an ill-timed appearance at the home of a former suitor's brother, Sir Rex de Warenne, catching him in a compromising (but strangely enticing) position with the maid. The attraction between the self-loathing Rex and self-denying Blanche is vivid and believable, developing gradually under the watch of Rex's bitter former lover. When Blanche's repressed memories of her mother's death begin to resurface, a tumultuous chain of events threatens the couple's love and possibly Blanche's life. Entirely fluff-free, Joyce's tight plot and vivid cast combine for a romance that's just about perfect. (Aug.)

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780373772445
Publisher:
Harlequin
Publication date:
08/01/2007
Series:
De Warenne Dynasty Series
Pages:
384
Product dimensions:
4.21(w) x 6.62(h) x 1.01(d)

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March, 1822

TWO HUNDRED and twenty-eight suitors, she thought. Dear God, how would she ever manage, much less choose?

Blanche Harrington stood alone by one of the oversized windows in a small salon, outside the vast room where soon, the invasion of callers would begin. Just that morning, the black draperies that indicated she remained in mourning had come down. She had avoided marriage for eight years, but even she knew that with her father's death, she needed a husband to help her manage his considerable and complicated fortune.

But she dreaded the deluge—just as she dreaded the future. Her best friend swept dramatically into the salon. "Blanche, darling, there you are! We are about to open the front doors!" she cried enthusiastically.

Blanche stared out of the window at the circular front drive. Her father had been awarded his title as viscount many years ago, having made an impossible fortune in manufacturing. It was so long ago that no one considered them nouveau riche. Blanche had never known any other life than one of wealth, privilege and splendor. She was one of the empire's greatest heiresses, but her father had allowed her to break off an engagement eight years ago, and although he had never stopped introducing her to suitors, he had wanted her to marry for love. It was an absurd notion, of course.

Not because no one married for love. It was absurd because Blanche knew she was incapable of falling in love.

But she would marry, because although Harrington had passed too swiftly to have verbalized a dying wish—he had been suddenly stricken with pneumonia—Blanche knew he wanted nothing more than to see her securely wed to an honorable gentleman.

Three dozen carriages littered her beautiful drive. There had been five hundred condolence calls six months ago. Of the cards left, 228 had belonged to eligible bachelors. Blanche was dismayed but resolved. How many of them were not fortune-hunting rogues? As she had long ago given up on ever loving any man, her intention now was to find one sensible, decent, noble man in the lot.

"Oh dear." Bess Waverly came up beside her. "You are brooding—I know you better than you know yourself—we have been friends since we were nine years old! Please do not tell me you wish to send everyone away when I have announced your period of mourning to be over. Is there a point in mourning for another six months? You will only delay the inevitable."

Blanche looked at her best friend. They were as different as night and day, and that was one of the reasons she loved her so—and vice versa. Bess was dramatic, vivacious and sultry— she was on her second husband and her twentieth lover, at least—and she made no pretense of the fact that she enjoyed every aspect of life, and that included as much passion as possible. Blanche was almost twenty-eight years old, she had chosen not to marry until now, and she remained a virgin. She found life pleasing enough—she enjoyed walks in the park, shopping and teas, the opera and balls. But she had not a clue as to what passion was, or how it felt, not in any shape or form.

Her heart was entirely defective. It beat, but refused to entertain any extremes of emotion.

The sun was yellow, never gold. A comedy was amusing, never hilarious. Chocolate was sweet, but easily passed up. A buck might be handsome, but no one could take her breath away. She had never, not once in her entire life, wanted to be kissed.

Long ago she had realized she would never have the passion for life that a woman was supposed to have. But other women hadn't lost their mother in a riot at the tender age of six. She had been with her mother that Election Day, but she couldn't recall it—and she couldn't recall her life before it, either. What was worse was that she didn't remember anything about her mother, and when she looked at her portrait hanging above the stairs, she saw a beautiful lady, but it was like looking at a stranger.

And vague, violent shadowy images of the past lived somewhere far back in her mind. They always had. She knew it the way some people claimed to know that they lived with a ghost, or the way a child knew that imaginary playmates lived in her bedroom. But it didn't matter, because she didn't want to ever identify those monsters. Besides, how many adults could recall their lives before the age of six?

However, she hadn't shed a tear in grief since the riot. Grief was beyond her heart's capabilities, too. Blanche was very aware of being different from other women, and it was her secret. Her father had known the entire truth and the reason for it. Her two best friends assumed she would one day become as passionate and insensible as they were. Her two best friends were waiting for her to fall wildly in love.

Blanche had always been sensible. She turned to Bess. "No, I do not see a point in delaying the inevitable. Father was sixty-four, and he had a wonderful life. He would want me to go forward now, as we have planned."

Bess put her arm around her. She had medium brown hair, spectacular green eyes, a lush figure and full lips which she claimed men adored—in more ways than one. As Bess loved to gossip about her lovers, Blanche knew exactly what she meant and could not imagine a woman doing such a thing.

Once, Blanche had wished she could be like Bess—or even a watered-down version of her. Recently, she had realized that she was not going to change. No matter what life offered, she would sensibly and serenely navigate her course. There would be no drama, no torment, and certainly, no passion.

"Yes, he would. You have spent your entire life hiding from life," Bess said pointedly. Blanche began to object, but Bess went determinedly on. "As tragic as it is, Harrington is dead.You have no excuses left, Blanche. He certainly is not here for you to dote on. If you continue to hide, you will be entirely alone."

It was incredible, but she felt almost nothing at the mention of her father's name. She was numb when she should have wept and sobbed—she had been numb since his death. The sorrow was a gentle wave, and it was very nearly painless. She missed him—how could she not? He had been the anchor of her life ever since that terrible day when her mother had died.

If only she could weep in grief and outrage. But only a few drops of moisture ever gathered in her eyes.

Blanche smiled grimly, leaving the window. "I am not hiding, Bess. No one entertains as much as I do."

"You have been hiding from passion and pleasure," Bess cried.

Blanche had to smile. They had argued over this too many times to count. "I am not passionate by nature," she said softly. "And Father is gone, but thank God I have you and Felicia," she said with a small smile. "I dote upon you both. I do not know what I would do without you."

Bess rolled her eyes. "We are going to find you a handsome young buck to dote on, Blanche, so you can finally live your life! Just think of it! Over two hundred suitors—and you have your choice!"

Blanche felt a frisson of uncertainty at the thought. "I dread the onslaught," she said truthfully. "How will I ever choose? We both know they are all fortune hunters and Father wished for more for me than that."

"Hmm, I can think of nothing better than a fortune-hunting twenty-five-year-old rake! As long as he is obscenely handsome—" she grinned "—and even more virile."

Blanche gave her a look and, accustomed to such outrageous remarks, did not blush. "Bess."

"You will be happy when you have a virile husband, dear, you may trust me on that. Who knows? Your blasé indifference to all of life's offerings may suddenly vanish."

Blanche had to smile, but she shook her head. "That would be a miracle."

"A good dose of passion can be quite miraculous!" Bess sobered. "I am trying to cheer you up. Felicia and I will help you choose, unless, of course, there is a real miracle and you fall in love."

"We both know that isn't going to happen. Bess, do not look so glum! I have had a nearly perfect life. I have been blessed with so much."

Bess shook her head, as anguished now as she had been happy a scant instant ago. "Never say never! Even though you have never been in love, I will continue to hope. Oh, Blanche. You have no idea what you are missing. I know you believe your life to have been perfect until Harrington passed, but I know better. You are an island unto yourself and the loneliest person I know."

Blanche stiffened. "Bess, this day is difficult enough, with all those suitors queued up at my front door."

"You were lonely before Harrington passed and you are even lonelier now. I hate seeing you alone and I believe marriage and children will change that." Bess was firm.

Blanche tensed. She wanted to deny it, but Bess was right.

No matter how many calls she made, how many callers she had, how many parties she gave, how many balls she attended, she was different and she knew it acutely. In fact, she always felt separate and detached from those around her.

"Bess, I don't mind being alone." That was the truth. "I know you cannot understand it. I will be terribly honest now. I feel certain that when I marry, I will still be alone, in spirit, anyway."

"You will not be alone in spirit when you have children." Blanche smiled. "A child would be nice." Bess had two children she adored—in spite of her affairs, she was a wonderful mother. "However, even though you have this fantastical notion of matching me to some very young buck, I want someone older, someone middle-aged. He must be kind, strong in character. He must be a true gentleman."

"Of course you want someone older who will spoil you terribly—you wish to replace your father." Bess sighed. "We are not replacing your father, Blanche. Your husband must be young and attractive! Now, that solved, may I have the choice of your leftovers?"

Blanche laughed softly at the idea and knew Bess really wished to find a new lover from amongst her two-hundred-odd suitors.

"Of course." Blanche walked away. She couldn't help it, but now, at this eleventh hour, when she thought about her suitors, a dark, brooding image came to mind. One eligible bachelor had not called. Not only hadn't he called, he hadn't even offered his condolences six months ago.

Blanche did not want to continue her line of thought. And very fortunately, her second best friend hurried into the room. Felicia had recently married her third husband, her previous husband having been a young, handsome and very reckless equestrian who had died jumping a terribly risky fence. "Jamieson is opening up the front door, my dears!" she cried with a smile. "Oh, Blanche, I am so happy to see you out of that drab black. The dove gray suits you so much better."

And Blanche heard the sound of dozens of male voices and footsteps. Her stomach dropped. The hordes had arrived.

Meet the Author

Brenda Joyce is a New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 novels and novellas, including the popular and critically acclaimed de Warenne Dynasty Saga, a series of novels set in Regency and Victorian England. She lives on a ranch in Arizona with her dogs, broodmares and the year’s current crop of foals. If she isn’t on the back of a reining horse, she can be found madly at work in her office, penning her latest romance novel.

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Perfect Bride (De Warenne Dynasty Series) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 56 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've just started reading the series. I've read and reread her bragg series (scandalous love and dark fire are my faves). I sort of cheated and went out of order reading this after the prize and the masquerade. I'm glad i did because while this may have not been the most passionate book (this was tame compared to the previous two), it was a beautiful love story that satisfied my fascination with these 2 people. She brought 2 imperfect people together to form a perfect couple. My favorite couple so far.
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Review by Jen: Brenda Joyce has written some of my favorite historical romances and this book can be added to that list. The Perfect Bride is set in Regency England, just after the war with Napoleon. Rex is a war hero and a recluse. Blanche recently lost her father and is now an heiress and in need of husband... and Rex seems to be the right man for the job. One of the things that really stood out in this book are the characters. Rex was injured in the war and has visible and invisible wounds. Blanche seems to be the perfect English lady, but has a disturbing past which she'd buried but is now threatening her life. And the romance between these characters works. Ms. Joyce doesn't have the characters jump immediately into bed. But instead she develops a friendship between them and then passion erupts. The Perfect Bride is the seventh book in the De Warenne Dynasty series, but stands very well on it's own.
harstan More than 1 year ago
After eluding marriage for eight years, wealthy Lady Blanche Harrington knows she will have to wed one of her two hundred twenty eight suitors as she muses whose counting. However with the recent death of her father she has no protection as the aristocracy of 1822 is fraternal when it comes to money. Still not one of these perspective grooms makes her heart beat most make her heart want to stop. Napoleonic war hero Rex de Warenne may be a hermit, who avoids society like the plague, but he likes Blanche a lot and always has in fact before his military time he thought of courting her, but since the horrors of combat he feels she can do much better than a mental cripple like him. Still he agrees to help her make a good match. Rex is there for Blanche as she finally moves on past her mom¿s death while she is there for him as he finally heals from post battle fatigue syndrome. However, as love blossoms between these two friends, one must take the chance of proclaiming their deepest desire. --- The lead couple makes this deep late regency romance into a powerful emotional read. All that will matter to sub-genre fans is whether the likable pair makes it together as he must overcome demons haunting his soul while she finds all others imperfect. Brenda Joyce¿s latest De Warenne tale (see THE MASQUERADE and THE PRIZE) is the best in a strong historical series. --- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked most of the books, but Blanche isn't a good person. There was no reason for not to tell Rex about her problem up front.
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