Swept Away [NOOK Book]

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Set in Regency England, a dangerous time of spies, treachery, and intrigue. A stranger has washed up on shore, half dead, with no memory of who he is or why he has been accused of treason. Originally published by Dell..."a glorious tale of romance, adventure, and intrigue...plenty of deftly woven plot twists to keep the reader turning pages well into the night..." Romance Fiction Forum

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Set in Regency England, a dangerous time of spies, treachery, and intrigue. A stranger has washed up on shore, half dead, with no memory of who he is or why he has been accused of treason. Originally published by Dell..."a glorious tale of romance, adventure, and intrigue...plenty of deftly woven plot twists to keep the reader turning pages well into the night..." Romance Fiction Forum

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Kathe Robin
From the ballrooms to a tawdry inn, from being a pawn in a wild scheme of Bonaparte's to unmasking a traitor, from adventure to breathtaking adventure, Marsha Canham leads readers on a sweeping ride that cements her place as a writer whose talents know no bounds. Swept Away is exciting, sexy and fun!
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Product Details

  • BN ID: 2940011089893
  • Publisher: Marsha Canham
  • Publication date: 7/29/2010
  • Sold by: Smashwords
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 208,824
  • File size: 1,001 KB

Meet the Author

Author of 16 Historical Romances and one contemp, my first book, China Rose, was published in 1984. Since then my historical romances have consistently appear on the USA Today list. I have been honored to be the recipient of multiple awards from Romantic Times, including 2 Lifetime Achievement awards, Storyteller of the Year, Medieval of the Year, Swashbuckler of the Year, as well as having been awarded one of a very few five star reviews handed out by Kathe Robin for The Blood of Roses. The Iron Rose was also named as one of the seven best Fiction books of the year by Publishers Weekly.


I have been on a bit of a hiatus for the past few years...five, to be precise...but Smashwords has given me the incentive I needed to get the muse stirring again. It has been truly wonderful to be able to reissue my early books in digital format. Some, like China Rose, Bound by the Heart, and The Wind and the Sea, have not been in print for twenty five years. It was The Wind and the Sea, in fact, that inspired Romantic Times to create the category "Swashbuckler of the Year" and it won the very first award.


I have joined an illustrious group of (to date) 63 authors who are also reviving their out of print books. Visit us at backlistebooks.com

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July 13, 1815

The man who had nearly succeeded in bringing the world to its knees sneezed and wiped his hand on his coat. It was cold in front of the open window, the wind brisk off the sea, laden with the dampness of a week's worth of raging storms. Something even more ominous lurked out there in the darkness and mist. The riding lights of the British warship Bellerophon could just be seen, if one knew where to look, hovering at the mouth of the estuary like a predator crouched in the shadows waiting for its prey to appear.

Napoleon Bonaparte knew where to look. He had been tracking the movements of the warship since she had first been sighted taking up her position in the blockade nearly three hours ago. There was anger in his expression and not a little disdain as he thought of his own navy, never fully recovered after its crushing defeat at Trafalgar some years before.

For a man whose reputation had already assumed legendary proportions, Bonaparte was small in stature, his figure squat, his paunch an ignoble swell over the tight-fitting white kenseymere breeches. His hair was fine as silk, reddish in color, his eyes gray and brooding and capable of instilling fear in all who met him. At the moment, dread of becoming the target of one of those piercing glances commanded respect in the half dozen men who stood tense and silent in the room behind him.

"Excellency, it is beginning to rain. You should come away from the window, else you take a chill."

"Do you know the English news sheets refer to me as 'that Corsican Ogre'?" he said, dismissing such petty concerns. "They accuse me of treason and urge the Bourbon puppet to demand myexecution. Me," he said with a shake of his head. "Me, the man who saved France from drowning in her own blood and made of her one of the most powerful countries in the world. Now they call for my execution and would make it a public spectacle."

He clasped his hands behind his back, visibly reining in his temper before he turned and addressed the solemn gathering of officers. "Who do you suppose would dare wield the blade? Louis Capet? He only dares to enter Paris behind the heavy guns of the allied armies. Weak, pompous, cowardly fool. Like his father before him, he can barely execute a bowel movement without assistance."

"Louis would never dare issue such an order, Excellency," said the former grand marshal of the French army, Henri-Gratien Bertrand. "He does not have the stomach for it. A cut finger and he pukes his guts on the floor."

Bonaparte nodded smugly. "Then his brother, perhaps? Now there is a stout fellow, by any measure, with guts enough to unleash a private army of assassins on me. He must feel he is bound to succeed one of these days, must he not, Cipi?"

Franceschi Cipriani pursed his thin lips in an effort to contain a smile. There had been at least thirty failed attempts on Bonaparte's life over the past decade alone, all of them made at the instigation of the persistent Comte D'Artois. The last devil-for-hire had tossed a bomb at the Emperor's state carriage as it passed by and had blown the vehicle twenty feet in the air, horses and all. Unfortunately for the erstwhile assassin, the blast had also taken off his legs, but he had lived long enough to be informed that the carriage had been empty, and Napoleon fifty miles away at the time.

Of all the dour-faced men crowded around the door, Cipriani was the only one who could afford to smile. He was neither a soldier nor a courtier. He was dressed in gentleman's clothing now, but at the blink of an eye could appear in stinking rags with several days' growth of beard concealing his lean, pointed jaw. A master spy and deadly assassin in his own right, it was Franceschi Cipriani who had discovered that the allies had been planning to remove Napoleon from Elba to an even more remote location, and it was Cipriani who had made arrangements for his Emperor to escape the island and make his triumphant return to France.

For one hundred days Napoleon had marched boldly across France at the head of an army loyal to the core, eager for revenge. Following the debacle at Waterloo four weeks ago--a battle that could have, should have been won--he had been forced to ride by night down deserted streets and across windswept fields to the small port town of Rochefort, and from there to seek refuge on the tiny island of Aix, in a grim stone cottage overlooking the mouth of the bay. With the armies of four countries fast on his heels, he had nowhere left to run, nothing but his anger and contempt to hide behind.

Some of that contempt was directed now at another member of the stone-faced group.

"You have remained remarkably quiet, my bold seahawk. Have you nothing to say?"

The man stood half in the shadows, one broad shoulder leaned against the wall. He was dressed in the elegant clothes of a gentleman, wearing a fine woolen jacket with high molded lapels, an embroidered silk waistcoat worth a year's soldiering wages, and a muslin cravat so white and precisely pleated he might have recently come from an evening at the opera. He was easily the tallest man present, a full hand's width above Cipriani, which made him tower a head and half a shoulder above the stocky Bonaparte. His features were in shadow, but his smile was as white as his stock as he responded to the Emperor's question.

"What would you have me say, Excellency? The Prussian army is a day behind you, the Swedes have the roads to the north blocked, the Spanish guard the south. They would want nothing better than to have you try to fight your way through, thereby removing the need for any puppet king to sign an order for your execution."

"Montholon and De Las Cases"--Napoleon paused and tipped his head briefly toward the two men standing beside Bertrand--"are convincing in their arguments that I should make for America. The colonials were our allies during their own war with England and would not be hasty to comply with any demands to surrender me."

"I agree it would be a wise choice, Excellency, but you would have to get there first." The tall man's eyes briefly reflected a glitter of candlelight. They were an intense, dark brown, almost as black as the thick waves of hair that curled over his collar. "The Bellerophon is a seventy-four-gun ship-of-the-line, manned by the same fighting crew who created havoc at Trafalgar. Onshore, there are guards on every dock, soldiers in every village, patrols watching every mile of coastline. You could try dressing yourself in rags and hiding away in the bilge of some local fishing vessel, but I warrant even the poorest excuse for a boat is being thoroughly searched. Would you really want to be discovered buried under a pile of fish heads? I shudder to think what the wags who write the news sheets would dub you then."

The errant curl that fell over Napoleon's high forehead seemed suddenly darker against the whiteness of his skin as he blanched, offering proof that he had already imagined the ignominy and did not need to hear it put into words. "I have, until recently, worn the Imperial Crown of France, gentlemen. I have no intentions of replacing it with a fisherman's cap, now or ever."

"But sire," one of his minor officers protested, "you cannot simply abide here and do nothing. The British foreign office has spies everywhere. By morning your presence in Aix will be the best-known secret in Europe."

"I am counting on it," Napoleon said quietly. "And by morning, it will not matter. Lord Westford will no longer need his legions of spies to inform him of my whereabouts, for he will know precisely where I am at all times. Be assured," he added, "there are plans under way to remedy the unfortunate situation we find ourselves in at the moment, but until they can be put into effect, I must once again appear to be the docile, defeated lamb quaking at the thought of slaughter. General Montholon, you will kindly send word to the brave compatriot who stands willing to run the blockade that his services will not be required. Colonel Bertrand, you have dispatched the missive to the captain of the Bellerophon advising him that I am prepared to surrender my sword into his hands?"

"It was delivered an hour ago."

"It is fitting that tomorrow should be the fourteenth of July," Napoleon continued. "The very day the Bastille fell to the citizens of France and thus set us on our glorious path to honor. And it will be honor, gentlemen--fine English honor that saves us now, for I will convince this British captain that I come to him in peace to kneel at the mercy of the English people. Like Themistocles, the Greek general who was forced into political exile after he defeated the Persians, I seek asylum from my enemies and put myself under the protection of the laws which govern England's own Prince Regent."

"Do you really think they will believe you?" the Englishman asked.

"Why would they not? I have been fighting battles and waging wars in one form or another for thirty-five of my forty-six years. I doubt Wellington, with whom I share the same year of birth, has been at it half that length of time, yet he has already declared his desire to live quietly and anonymously in some small village in the English countryside. Whether he does or not remains to be seen, but he seems determined to put forth the illusion of docility, does he not?"

"Is that what you are doing? Putting forth an illusion?"

It was not Bonaparte but Cipriani whose lips flattened in a slow, malevolent grin. "Surely you do not expect us to tell you all of our secrets, Captain? If we did, they would be poorly kept secrets indeed, would they not?"

Bertrand led the other officers in shifting back several less than subtle paces. It was no secret whatsoever that Cipriani did not trust the English mercenary, despite having hired him and his ship to effect the Emperor's escape from Elba. Nor was it a surprise to anyone that the Englishman returned the feelings of distrust and animosity tenfold. What astonished them was that both men were still alive. They could only surmise it was the hand of one man who kept them from slashing each other's throats in the dead of night, and he raised it now with a sigh of exasperation.

"This is neither the time nor place to see who can piss the farthest," Bonaparte said. "In fact all of you may leave me now. I need time alone to compose an appropriately contrite letter to the British captain. Cipi--did you manage to find anything resembling a palatable wine on this godforsaken islet?"

"Will a bottle of your favorite Vin de Constance do?"

Bonaparte dismissed the others with an impatient flick of his wrist. When they were gone, he extended his arm to take the heavy green bottle Cipriani had produced.

"You have never failed me, have you, my lifelong friend?" he mused, lapsing comfortably into the Corsican dialect they often shared when they were alone.

"And I never will," Cipriani promised. "Let me kill him now. Tonight. We have no further use for him."

"Ah, but perhaps we do. I am told the English have increased the reward for his capture. They want him brought to trial almost as much as they want me. How much of our plans do you suspect he knows?"

"We have been careful to speak of it only amongst ourselves. In the letter your brother wrote, he did not mention any specific details, though I thought he was somewhat imprudent in mentioning certain people by name. It could?" Cipriani stopped. He was staring at the top of the table. "The letter. Did you move it, Excellency?"

The former Emperor of France turned and scanned the sheafs of documents, maps, and dispatches that covered the wooden surface. "No. It must be there somewhere."

Cipriani started sifting through the sheafs of paper, scattering some carelessly on the floor, but his search proved futile. "It is gone." He stopped again and looked up. "He was standing by the door when we all came in, but when I called your valet to fetch your surtout"--his eyes flicked back to the side of the table--"he was standing here. He could have taken it. He must have taken it."

"Oh, come now, Cipi. In a roomful of my most trusted officers?"

Cipriani's cold, hard gaze leveled on his master. "I warrant he could pluck the eyes out of a snake and leave the serpent none the wiser."

"Then you had best kill him," Bonaparte agreed, his fist tightening around the neck of the bottle. By sheer dint of will he refrained from smashing it down and shattering the glass into a thousand pieces. "Kill him and get that letter back, for there can be no room for error now, Cipi. Not this close to our ultimate triumph!"
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  • Posted May 8, 2011

    Really good

    First Canham book I've tried, but I've already downloaded three other ones. Not the usual Regency type romance. It was exciting, full of action and I loved Aunt Flo, what a character! She had me laughing out loud. It would make a good movie too.

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  • Posted August 30, 2014

    OUTSTANDING!!! I felt like I'd been swept away to the Regency

    OUTSTANDING!!! I felt like I'd been swept away to the Regency Era, because the way the author writes, I felt like I was part of the story. Everything came alive. I loved Aunt Florence, a gal after my own heart! This story has it all, suspense, plot twists (didn't see coming), intrigue and beautifully written love scenes. Just the right amount of passion, not vulgar, but enough to know how they felt for each other, and the love they had. There was an Epilogue, but not far into the future, which would be my only complaint. I am not going into the storyline, but you can't go wrong with this Regency Romance, it has it all. I found it moved fast, had enjoyable main and secondary character's, and kept you guessing. (ljb)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2014

    Best read so far.

    This was my third book by Canham and it was the best one so far. I really got into the story wnd simply could not put it down. I plan to read more of her books.

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  • Posted July 11, 2012

    This has to be Marsha Canham's finest book to date. Spun around

    This has to be Marsha Canham's finest book to date. Spun around the occasion of Napoleon's inevitable exile, SWEPT AWAY is really about AnnaLeah and the man she finds washed up on the beach. Is he the traitor everyone is looking for? Annaleah's Aunt Florence knows exactly who he is. But enough about plot. SWEPT AWAY is amazingly written novel with dialogue so crisp and funny, readers will be glued to the page. And be prepared for Canham's heart-pounding action sequences and twists. Heck, I may turn around and read it all over again I enjoyed it that much.

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  • Posted May 11, 2012

    Great for the genre

    Canham is hard to put down even though the romances are always too perfect! Would that real life was this way!

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  • Posted August 5, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    it was ok

    felt like I was living a bad dream that I couldn't wake up from

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