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Yours Until Dawn

Yours Until Dawn

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by Teresa Medeiros

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Gabriel Fairchild's valor during battle earns him the reputation of hero, but costs him both his sight and his hope for the future. Abandoned by the fiancée he adored, the man who once walked like a prince among London's elite secludes himself in his family's mansion, cursing his way through dark days and darker nights.

Prim nurse Samantha Wickersham


Gabriel Fairchild's valor during battle earns him the reputation of hero, but costs him both his sight and his hope for the future. Abandoned by the fiancée he adored, the man who once walked like a prince among London's elite secludes himself in his family's mansion, cursing his way through dark days and darker nights.

Prim nurse Samantha Wickersham arrives at Fairchild Park to find her new charge behaving more like a beast than a man. Determined to do her duty, she engages the arrogant earl in a battle of both wit and wills. Although he claims she doesn't possess an ounce of womanly softness, she can feel his heart racing at her slightest touch. As Samantha begins to let the light back into Gabriel's life and his heart, they both discover that some secrets -- and some pleasures -- are best explored in the dark ...

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Publishers Weekly
This newest Regency-era romance from veteran author Medeiros (One Night of Scandal, etc.) starts out as a crisp, bright tale of a woman whose no-nonsense attentions revitalize a disabled lord, but a jarring plot twist sends the book into a black hole that might leave readers feeling disoriented and cheated. Earl and naval hero Gabriel Fairchild lost his sight, fallen-angel good looks and fianc e after the battle of Trafalgar, only to acquire tart-tongued nurse Samantha Wickersham, a young woman with a shadowy past who refuses to let Gabriel sink into self-pity. As she teaches him how to navigate his mansion and regain his independence, he guides her along a journey of shared desire. But while Samantha gives Gabriel her heart, she keeps her secrets, vanishing when it becomes clear that Gabriel can finally survive without her assistance. Here the story staggers, revealing vital information hardly hinted at before. Then Samantha, who's cast as a straight shooter in the first half, inexplicably begins acting out of character, sending the final portion of the book into a spin that grows worse with every page. Though the first portion of the novel is as finely written as Medeiros's best novels, the ending proves to be a rough landing. Agent, Andrea Cirillo at the Jane Rotrosen Agency. (Aug.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

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Yours Until Dawn

Chapter One

England, 1806

My dear Miss March,

I pray you'll forgive me for being presumptuous enough to contact you in this rather unconventional manner ...

"So tell me, Miss Wickersham, have you any experience?"

From somewhere deep in the sprawling Jacobean mansion, a tremendous crash sounded.

Although the portly butler who was conducting the interview visibly flinched and the housekeeper standing at rigid attention beside the tea table let out an audible squeak, Samantha refused to so much as blink.

Instead, she drew a neat packet of papers from the side pocket of the battered leather portmanteau resting at her feet and held them out. "I'm sure you'll find my letters of reference are in order, Mr. Beckwith."

Although it was midday, the light in the modest breakfast parlor was abysmal. Shafts of sunlight bled through the cracks in the heavy velvet drapes, striping the rich ruby weave of the Turkish carpet. The wax candles scattered across the occasional tables filled the corners with flickering shadows. The room smelled musty and close, as if it had gone unaired for ages. If not for the absence of black swags over the windows and mirrors, Samantha would have sworn someone very dear to the household had recently died.

The butler took the papers from her whitegloved hand and unfolded them. As the housekeeper craned her long neck to peer over his shoulder, Samantha could only pray the dim light would work to her advantage, preventing them from studying the scrawled signatures too closely. Mrs. Philpot was a handsome woman of indeterminate age, as sleek andnarrow as the butler was round. Although her face was unlined, silver frosted the black chignon anchored at her nape.

"As you can see, I served two years as governess for Lord and Lady Carstairs," Samantha informed Mr. Beckwith as he gave the papers a cursory thumbing-through. "Once the war resumed, I joined several other governesses in volunteering to treat sailors and soldiers who returned from sea or the front with debilitating wounds."

The housekeeper could not quite hide the faint tightening of her lips. Samantha knew there were still those in society who believed women who nursed soldiers to be little more than glorified camp followers. Immodest creatures who wouldn't even blush to look upon a strange man's nakedness. Feeling heat rise to her own cheeks, Samantha lifted her chin another notch.

Mr. Beckwith examined her over the top of his wire-rimmed spectacles. "I must confess, Miss Wickersham, that you're a trifle bit ... younger than what we had in mind. Such strenuous duty might require a woman of more ...ma turity. Perhaps one of the other applicants ... " At Samantha's arch look, he trailed off.

"I don't see any other applicants, Mr.Beckwith," she pointed out, sliding her own ill-fitting spectacles up her nose with one finger. "Given the generous, even extravagant, wages you offered in your advertisement, I fully expected to find them lined up outside your gates."

Another crash came, this one even closer than the last. It sounded as if some sort of massive beast were lumbering toward its den.

Mrs. Philpot hastened around the chair, her starched petticoats rustling. "Would you care for some more tea, my dear?" As she poured from the porcelain pot, her hand trembled so violently that tea splashed over the rim of Samantha's saucer and into her lap.

"Thank you," Samantha murmured, surreptitiously dabbing at the spreading stain with her glove.

The floor beneath their feet visibly shuddered, as did Mrs. Philpot. The muffled roar that followed was peppered by a string of mercifully unintelligible oaths. There could no longer be any denying it. Someone -- or something -- was approaching.

Casting a panicked look at the gilded double door that led to the next chamber, Mr. Beckwith lurched to his feet, his prominent brow glistening with sweat. "Perhaps this isn't the most opportune time ... "

As he shoved the letters of reference back at Samantha, Mrs. Philpot whisked the cup and saucer out of her other hand and deposited them back on the tea cart with a noisy rattle. "Beckwith is right, my dear. You'll have to forgive us. We may have been entirely too hasty ... " The woman pulled Samantha to her feet and began to tug her away from the door and toward the heavily curtained French windows that led to the terrace.

"But my bag!" Samantha protested, casting the portmanteau a helpless glance over her shoulder.

"Don't worry, child," Mrs. Philpot assured her, gritting her teeth in a kindly smile. "We'll have one of the footmen bring it out to your hack." As the thunderous crashing and cursing swelled, the woman dug her nails into the sturdy brown wool of Samantha's sleeve and yanked her into motion. Mr. Beckwith dashed around them and whipped open one of the floor-toceiling windows, flooding the gloom with bright April sunshine. But before Mrs. Philpot could urge Samantha through it, the mysterious racket ceased.

The three of them turned as one to gaze at the gilded doors on the opposite side of the room.

For a moment there was no sound at all except for the delicate ticking of the French gilt clock on the mantel. Then came a most curious noise, as if something were fumbling, or perhaps even scratching, at the doors. Something large. And angry. Samantha took an involuntary step backward; the housekeeper and butler exchanged an apprehensive glance.

The doors came flying open, striking the opposite walls with a mighty crash. Framed by their wings was not a beast, but a man -- or what was left of one after all the genteel veneer of society had been stripped away. His tawny hair, shaggy from neglect, hung well past his shoulders. Shoulders that came close to filling the breadth of the doorway. A pair of buckskin pantaloons clung to his lean hips and hugged every curve of his muscular calves and thighs. Several days' growth of beard shadowed his jaw, lending his visage a piratical aspect.

Yours Until Dawn. Copyright © by Teresa Medeiros. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Teresa Medeiros wrote her first novel at the age of twenty-one and has since gone on to win the hearts of both readers and critics. A two-time recipient of the Waldenbooks Award for bestselling fiction, Teresa makes her home in Kentucky with her husband and two cats.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This novel held tremendous potential. The reader falls in love with both the scarred emotions of Gabriel and the wittiness of Samantha. Everything occurred just as it should in the making of a great romance novel. Gabriel making love to Samantha was sweet, his love for her real, and yet, after she left it seemed he gave up too early. I guess, what bothered me most is how he could go from loving Samantha to making love to Cecily. It felt like a betrayal, infidelity, everything negative that could probably evoke from that. Though the twist was...a major twist in the story... I believed it could've worked in other ways. Having Gabriel think he loved two women (albeit they were the same person) was too...much like cheating for my tastes. Having him realize that they were one in the same LATER didn't do much to change what had registered in my mind as infidelity. The writer tries hard for the reader to fall in love with Cecily, but fails miserably. Perhaps a stronger plot, a longer transition might have accomplished that. But as it is, Cecily felt like an intrusion, and it killed the story to have killed his love for Samantha's love so readily.
Anonymous 6 months ago
The characters were witty, entertaining, and relatable. The plot had quite a few twists and turns to keep you interested. And the ending was everything you needed and more. One of my favorite reads from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book until near the end. The plot twist ruined the book for me. I think the hero of the story should have been able to figure out with his "senses" who the true heroine really was.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love this book. Although I own all of her books, this is my favorite. It even has a good twist that you won't see comingg
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I loved the banter between Samantha and Gabriel. I loved how it was a slow development instead of an instant love. It made the attraction and love lore believable. Writing and editing was awesome. So why the four star? The "plot twist" at the end made it cliche. If she had carried through with the storyline of the first 150 pages I would have LOVED this book. The way it ended left me disappointed.
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A sweet, engrossing story. I enjoyed getting to know Samantha and Gabriel.
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Enjoyed this story and especially the twist that comes near the end.
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Loved this book!
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Thank you for writing a romance novel that surprised me pleasantly! So often romance novels start to blur together, but I will remember & enjoy these strong, fun main and supporting characters. Highly recommend this fun book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Behind every great man ... The synopsis relates the highlights of this story accurately so no need to re-hash it. Gabriel Fairchild, spoiled sophisticate and rakehell of the ton is ravaged by his longing for a life he believes is lost to him and the a debilitating injury that left him blind after serving in the Royal Navy. His family has engaged the services of nurse, Samantha Wickersham, to look after him at his childhood home while they wait for news advising if Gabriel would be able to recover. Samantha comes with her own secrets as she employs unorthodox therapies to help Gabriel, who does his best to resist Samantha’s therapies and her charms. The pacing and serviceable storyline and follow the usual historical romance formula. While the plot has been used previously in other forms of literature it works here quite well. Both the primary and secondary characters are charming enough to make this a fairly interesting and humorous read. Also, I was surprisingly engaged with the sensuousness of the intimate scenes and interaction with the leads. While I found it a bit slow to begin with and guessed the big reveal well before it was announced – so no big surprises for me, I did enjoy my trip to the past.
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