Widow's Kiss

Widow's Kiss

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by Jane Feather

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Jane Feather has won legions of fans with her irresistible romances that deftly blend mystery and intrigue with exquisitely passionate romance.

Now the New York Times-bestselling author of The Least Likely Bride has penned another seductive tale, the unforgettable story of a beautiful noblewoman who has lost four husbands under mysterious


Jane Feather has won legions of fans with her irresistible romances that deftly blend mystery and intrigue with exquisitely passionate romance.

Now the New York Times-bestselling author of The Least Likely Bride has penned another seductive tale, the unforgettable story of a beautiful noblewoman who has lost four husbands under mysterious circumstances, and the man who is sent to find out if she is an unlucky victim of fate -- or a black widow whose abundant charms hide a heart of ice....

As a lone and wealthy widow in Henry VIII's kingdom, Lady Guinevere Mallory knew that she was in a precarious position. But she never imagined that when danger arrived, it would be in the form of Hugh of Beaucaire, a man with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. A man of such power and determination that when he rode up to Mallory Hall, intent on claiming a vast tract of her land, Guinevere couldn't suppress a frisson of fear ... or deny a shiver of anticipation.

A seasoned soldier, Hugh had seen his share of battle and known his share of women. But nothing had prepared him for the reality of Guinevere -- a woman so elegant and alluring, with luminous eyes and hair the color of palest wheat. And when she smiled her damnable smile, so filled with invitation, Hugh found himself confused, aroused, and infuriated. For he suspected that the widow had committed the blackest of crimes.

How else could a woman of eight and twenty have been so unfortunate as to bury four wealthy husbands? How else could she have managed to persuade each of them to sign a marriage contract she herself had drawn up -- documents that ensured she would inherit everything they owned upon their deaths?

As Guinevere stalls for time, Hugh begins to investigate her mysterious and tarnished past. Yet even as they try to fathom each other's motives, temptation explodes into a consuming passion, clouding their minds to the coming peril.

Whatever Hugh uncovers, he must escort Guinevere to London to face the king and the terrifying and ruthless power of the Lord Privy Seal. And if Guinevere is indeed charged with murder, Hugh knows there's only one way he can save her -- by taking the risk that he will become the next victim of the widow's kiss....

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Editorial Reviews

The Barnes & Noble Review
Powerful passion and wonderfully wrought history are the hallmarks of a Jane Feather romance. And in her suspenseful tale The Widow's Kiss there are plenty of both. Emotions run hot and passions run high when a feisty widow and a determined soldier lock horns over the widow's fate -- for the soldier must determine if the deaths of the woman's four husbands were due to simple misfortune or cold-blooded murder.

By the time Lady Guinevere Mallory buries her fourth wealthy husband, she has become a woman of considerable means. The wealth and marital bad luck of this 28-year-old beauty draw the attention of King Henry VIII, who decides to investigate by sending along one of his most seasoned soldiers, Hugh of Beaucaire. Guinevere is greatly disturbed by Hugh's arrival, not only because the man is incredibly handsome and stirs up longings Guinevere would rather ignore, but because he believes her guilty of murder. What's more, he claims that a piece of property Guinevere inherited upon the death of one of her husbands should rightfully be his, which puts his objectivity in question.

Despite Hugh's suspicions about the true fate of Guinevere's four unfortunate husbands, he finds himself irresistibly drawn to her blonde beauty, quiet sophistication, and clever mind. Unsure if she is a scheming murderess or simply unlucky, he sets about trying to uncover the truth by staying on at her estate. Utterly charmed by the woman as well as her two daughters, Hugh wants to believe in Guinevere's innocence. But when conflicting evidence surrounding the death of the fourth husband raises doubts about what actually happened, Hugh is forced to bring Guinevere to London, where King Henry and his court will decide upon her fate. Guinevere is forced to fight for both her love and her life, and Hugh is forced to look deep inside his heart when he must choose between two courses of action. One choice may lead to his own death, the other to Guinevere's.

Feather provides an irresistible blend of mystery and intrigue along with vivid details that bring this period of history to life. The precariousness of an independent woman's position during the reign of this notorious king becomes a harsh reality that overshadows the characters' attempts to find happiness. But in the end, trust, love, and the inviolability of their spirits bring triumph over adversity.

Contributing editor Beth Amos is the author of three novels, including Cold White Fury and Second Sight.

Joan Hammond
Ms. Feather combines the imagery and intrigue of Henry III’s court as she sweeps the reader into a sensual, masterful love story.
Romantic Times
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
At age 28, beautiful Lady Guinevere Mallory has been widowed four times, and each bereavement has brought her more land and more wealth. Is she a murderess, a sorceress or simply a clever, though unlucky, woman? Set during the reign of Henry VIII and his dreaded minion, Thomas Cromwell, Feather's (The Least Likely Bride) latest historical romance is rich in detail and rife with intrigue. Lord Hugh of Beaucaire, himself a widower, believes his young son Robin has a legal right to some of the lands left to Lady Guinevere in the four marriage contracts she apparently wrote herself. He seeks the king's aid to secure his son's rights, and Cromwell, the king's Lord Privy Seal, encourages his investigation of Lady Guinevere. Lord Hugh does not know that the Privy Seal has plans of his own for the widow's riches. Hugh's stay on her estates gives him both reason to believe he may be right and reason to hope he is not, for he falls in love with Guinevere and her two daughters. He learns that two of her husbands apparently met their ends naturally, but discrepancies in her servants' stories about the most recent death require him to take her to London, where her saucy tongue sends her to the Tower. Will Lord Hugh save Lady Guinevere, and if he marries her, can he ever trust her? Typical of Feather's novels, the story succeeds as romantic fiction, with fine characterizations, sound historical background and an effective evocation of the precarious times when a king's favor or disfavor meant life or death. Striking cover art, romantic yet dignified, will draw in readers. (Jan. 9) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Following up The Least Likely Bride, the last in her "Bride" trilogy and her first hardcover, Feather introduces 28-year-old Lady Guinevere Mallory, who has been widowed so many times that the king sends Hugh of Beaucaire to investigate. Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.\
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Dear Reader,

When I first saw her, I realized that the miniature portrait I had shown to the king did not do her justice. Lady Guinevere Mallory's beauty transcended even a portrait painter's skill. It was nearly impossible to believe that this woman, who had buried four husbands before her thirtieth birthday, could have used murder and the dark arts of witchcraft to achieve her great wealth.

I carried the king's writ to investigate Lady Guinevere's oft-repeated widowhood. Was it mere coincidence that each death had left her wealthier than the last? The fact that I believed she also held lands that rightfully belonged to my family made my investigations all the more personal and all the more thorough.

Surely, I thought, such a woman would bear some obvious mark of treachery on her countenance, in her manner. But when we met I saw only the beauty of her silver blond hair and her deep violet eyes that seemed to me to offer a glimpse into the intriguing world of her brilliant mind and spirit. I began to wonder how the gentle hands of such an elegant woman, whose cool composure belied her dubious past, could have committed cold-blooded murder.

Now as I learn more about the mysterious widow, I find myself growing more curious about the secrets of her heart — and more determined to reveal those secrets. Guinevere is the most captivating and intriguing woman I have ever met. I have but one question: Will my interest in her prove to be a fatal one?

— Hugh of Beaucaire

"Rich in detail and rife with intrigue ... with fine characterizations, sound historical background and an effective evocation of the precarious times when a king's favor or disfavor meant life or death. Striking cover art, romantic yet dignified, will draw in readers."
Publishers Weekly on The Widow's Kiss

"Rich characters, sophisticated sensuality, and a skillfully crafted storyline: a first-class historical romance, wonderfully entertaining."
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London, April, 1537

"How many husbands did you say?" The king turned his heavy head towards Thomas Cromwell, his Lord Privy Seal. His eyes rested with almost languid indifference on his minister's grave countenance, but no one in the king's presence chamber at Hampton Court believed in that indifference.

"Four, Highness."

"And the lady is of what years?"

"Eight and twenty, Highness."

"She has been busy it would seem," Henry mused.

"It would seem a husband has little luck in the lady's bed," a voice remarked dryly from a dark paneled corner of the chamber.

The king's gaze swung towards a man of square and powerful build, dressed in black and gold. A man whose soldierly bearing seemed ill suited to his rich court dress, the tapestry-hung comforts of the chamber, the whispers, the spies, the gossipmongering of King Henry's court. He had an air of impatience, of a man who preferred to be doing rather than talking, but there was a gleam of humor in his eyes, a natural curve to his mouth, and his voice was as dry as sere leaves.

"It would seem you have the right of it, Hugh," the king responded. "And how is it exactly that these unlucky husbands have met their deaths?"

"Lord Hugh has more precise knowledge than I." Privy Seal waved a beringed hand towards the man in the corner.

"I have a certain interest, Highness." Hugh of Beaucaire stepped forward into the light that poured through the diamond-paned windows behind the king's head. "Lady Mallory, as she now is . . . the widowed Lady Mallory . . . was married at sixteen to a man whose first wife was a distant cousin of my father's. Roger Needham was Lady Mallory's first husband. There is some family land in dispute. I claim it for my own son. Lady Mallory will entertain no such claim. She has kept every penny, every hectare of land from each of her husbands."

"No mean feat," Privy Seal commented. "But of course there is a father . . . brother . . . uncle to advise and arrange matters for her."

"No, my lord. The lady manages her affairs herself."

"How could she do such a thing?" The king's eyes gleamed in the deep rolls of flesh in which they were embedded like two bright currants in dough.

"She has some considerable knowledge of the law of property, Highness," Lord Hugh said. "A knowledge the bereaved widow puts into practice before embarking on a new union."

"She draws up her own marriage contracts?" The king was incredulous. He pulled on his beard, the great carbuncle on his index finger glowing with crimson fire.

"Exactly so, Highness."

"Body of God!"

"In each of her marriages the lady has ensured that on the death of her husband she inherits lock, stock, and barrel."

"And the husbands have all died . . ." mused the king.

"Each and every one of them."

"Are there heirs?"

"Two young daughters. The progeny of her second husband, Lord Hadlow."

The king shook his head slowly. "Body of God," he muttered again. "These contracts cannot be overset?"

Privy Seal, himself once an attorney, lifted a sheaf of papers from the desk. "I have had lawyers examining each one with a fine-tooth comb, Highness. They are drawn up as right and tight as if witnessed by the Star Chamber itself."

"Do we join Hugh of Beaucaire in his interest in these holdings?" Henry inquired.

"When one woman owns most of a county as extensive and as rich in resources as Derbyshire, the king and his exchequer have a certain interest," Privy Seal said. "At the very least, one might be interested in adequate tithing."

The king was silent for a minute. When he spoke it was again in a musing tone. "And if, of course, foul play were suspected with any of these . . . uh . . . untimely deaths, then one would not leave the perpetrator in possession of her ill-gotten gains."

"Or indeed her head," Privy Seal murmured.


"As I understand it Lord Mallory adhered to the Church of Rome," Privy Seal continued, stroking his long upper lip. "We could perhaps make some connection between him and the Yorkshire rebellion last year. What think you, Lord Hugh?"

"You would have Mallory make common cause with Robert Aske and his Pilgrimage of Grace, Lord Cromwell?" Lord Hugh looked askance.

"There's more than one way to skin a cat," Privy Seal said with a shrug. " 'Tis but an option . . . to confiscate the woman's wealth on suspicion of her late husband's association with Aske's northern rebellion. 'Tis a treason to question His Highness's decision to dissolve the monasteries. There's many a man been hanged for less, and many an estate thus confiscated for the royal exchequer."

"Aye," the king rumbled. "And I'll see Aske hang for it too." He looked up once more at Lord Hugh. "But back to this widow. She intrigues me. Do you suspect her of foul play, my lord?"

"Let us just say that I find the coincidences a little difficult to believe. One husband dies falling off his horse in a stag hunt. Now that, I grant Your Highness, is a not uncommon occurrence. But then the second is slain by a huntsman's arrow . . . an arrow that no huntsman present would acknowledge. The third dies of a sudden and mysterious wasting disease . . . a man in his prime, vigorous, never known a day's illness in his life. And the fourth falls from a window . . . the lady's own chamber window . . . and breaks his neck."

Lord Hugh tapped off each death on his fingers, a faintly incredulous note in his quiet voice as he enumerated the catalogue.

"Aye, 'tis passing strange," the king agreed. "We should investigate these deaths, I believe, Lord Cromwell."

Privy Seal nodded. "Hugh of Beaucaire, if it pleases Your Highness, has agreed to undertake the task."

"I have no objection. He has an interest himself after all . . . but . . ." Here the king paused, frowning. "One thing I find most intriguing. How is it that the lady has managed to persuade four knights, gentlemen of family and property, to agree to her terms of marriage?"

"Witchcraft, Highness." The Bishop of Winchester in his scarlet robes spoke up for the first time. "There can be no other explanation. Her victims were known to be learned, in full possession of their faculties at the time they made the acquaintance of Lady Guinevere. Only a man bewitched would agree to the terms upon which she insisted. I request that the woman be brought here for examination, whatever findings Lord Hugh makes."

"Of what countenance is the woman? Do we know?"

"I have here a likeness, made some two years after her marriage to Roger Needham. She may have changed, of course." Hugh handed his sovereign a painted miniature set in a diamond-studded frame.

The king examined the miniature. "Here is beauty indeed," he murmured. "She would have had to have changed considerably to be less than pleasing now." He looked up, closing his large paw over the miniature. "I find myself most interested in making the acquaintance of this beautiful sorceress, who seems also to be an accomplished lawyer. Whether she be murderer or not, I will see her."

"It will be a journey of some two months, Highness. I will leave at once." Hugh of Beaucaire bowed, waited for a second to see if the sovereign's giant hand would disgorge the miniature, and when it became clear that it was lost forever, bowed again and left the chamber.

It was hot and quiet in the forest. A deep somnolence had settled over the broad green rides beneath the canopy of giant oaks and beeches. Even the birds were still, their song silenced by the heat. The hunting party gathered in the grove, listening for the horn of a beater that would tell them their quarry had been started.

"Will there be a boar, Mama?" A little girl on a dappled pony spoke in a whisper, hushed and awed by the expectant silence around her. She held a small bow, an arrow already set to the string.

Guinevere looked down at her elder daughter and smiled. "There should be, Pen. I have spent enough money on stocking the forest to ensure a boar when we want one."

"My lady, 'tis a hot day. Boar go to ground in the heat," the chief huntsman apologized, his distress at the possibility of failing the child clear on his countenance.

"But it's my birthday, Greene. You promised me I should shoot a boar on my birthday," the child protested, still in a whisper.

"Not even Greene can produce miracles," her mother said. There was a hint of reproof in her voice and the child immediately nodded and smiled at the huntsman.

"Of course I understand, Greene. Only . . ." she added, rather spoiling the gracious effect, "only I had told my sister I would shoot a boar on my birthday and maybe I won't, and then she will be bound to shoot one on hers."

Knowing the Lady Philippa as he did, the chief huntsman had little doubt that she would indeed succeed where her sister might not and shoot her first boar on her tenth birthday. Fortunately he was spared a response by the sound of a horn, high and commanding, then a great crashing through the underbrush. The hounds leaped forward on their leashes with shrill barks. The horses shifted on the grass, sniffed the wind, tensed in expectation.

" 'Tis not one of our horns," the huntsman said, puzzled.

"But it's our boar," Lady Guinevere stated. "Come, Pen." She nudged her milk-white mare into action and galloped across the glade towards the trees where the crashing of the undergrowth continued. The child on her pony followed and Greene blew on his horn. The now unleashed dogs raced forward at the summons, the huntsmen chasing after them.

They broke through the trees onto a narrow path. The boar, his little red eyes glowing, stood at bay. He snorted and lowered his head with its wickedly sharp tusks.

Pen raised her bow, her fingers quivering with excitement. The boar charged straight for the child's pony.

Guinevere raised her own bow and loosed an arrow just as another flew from along the path ahead of them. The other caught the boar in the back of the neck. Pen in her mingled terror and excitement loosed her own arrow too late and it fell harmlessly to the ground. Her mother's caught the charging animal in the throat. Despite the two arrows sticking from its body, the boar kept coming under the momentum of his charge. Pen shrieked as the animal leaped, the vicious tusks threatening to drive into her pony's breast.

Then another arrow landed in the back of the boar's neck and it crashed to the ground beneath the pony's feet. The pony reared in terror and bolted, the child clinging to its mane.

A horseman broke out of the trees at the side of the ride and grabbed the pony's reins as it raced past. As the animal reared again, eyes rolling, snorting wildly, the man caught the child up from the saddle just as she was about to shoot backwards to the ground. The pony pawed and stamped. Other men rode out of the trees and gathered on the path facing Guinevere's party.

Pen looked up at the man who held her on his saddle. She didn't think she had ever seen such brilliant blue eyes before.

"All right?" he asked quietly.

She nodded, still too shaken and breathless to speak.

Guinevere rode up to them. "My thanks, sir." She regarded the man and his party with an air of friendly inquiry. "Who rides on Mallory land?"

The man leaned over and set Pen back on her now quiet pony. Instead of answering Guinevere's question, he said, "I assume you are the Lady Guinevere."

There was something challenging in his gaze. Guinevere thought as had her daughter that she had never seen such brilliant blue eyes, but she read antagonism in the steady look. Her friendly smile faded and her chin lifted in instinctive response. "Yes, although I don't know how you would know that. You are on my land, sir. And you are shooting my boar."

"It seemed you needed help shooting it yourself," he commented.

From the Hardcover edition.

Meet the Author

Jane Feather is the New York Times-bestselling, award-winning author of The Least Likely Bride, 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 five million copies of her books in print.

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Widow's Kiss 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
By 1537, King Henry learns that eight and twenty years old Lady Guinevere Mallory has been a widow four times, an excessive amount of husbands buried. However, what concerns His Highness is the legal marriage contracts have made her the prime owner of most of the wealth in the Derbyshire area. Wondering if he has a black widow among his aristocracy and worried that one person owns so much property, the monarch assigns Hugh of Beauclaire to investigate. Hugh informs King Henry that he has a personal interest in a piece of property that Mallory owns which he claims should be his.

When Hugh meets Guinevere, he is stunned by her beauty and even more shocked by how brilliant the woman is. Worse to Hugh in spite of his belief she is a deadly killer; he is very attracted to the woman. Guinevere tries to protect her own heart because she knows Hugh wants to hand her head over to Henry. As the duo fight the growing love between them, their mistrust of one another grows proportionally.

WIDOW¿S KISS is a wonderful historical romance that succeeds because the characters seem genuine. The lead protagonists provide conflict, as neither trusts the love that is emanating from the other. Guinevere¿s daughters add a young energy that makes life even more complex and difficult for Hugh. The King and his key advisor provide a historical point of reference as well as added intrigue, tension, and mistrust. Although the climax is featherweight, sub-genre fans will relish this fabulous novel that proves Jane Feather is a heavyweight author.

Harriet Klausner

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down! It keeps you most intrigued! As the 2nd book I've ever read by her, six more were quick to follow! This book pulls you in, to a wonderful romance story where you get so caught up in the characters you feel as if you're living the story! Truly Wonderful!
Guest More than 1 year ago
easy reading, great characters. I'll buy more of her stories.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed 'The Widow's Kiss'. It kept me entertained while I immersed myself page after page. Twas a great way to spend an evening wrapped up in a blanket on a cold Michigan winter night!