by Christina Dodd

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A woman banished

Griffith, battle-seasoned warrior and the king'smost trusted emissary, expected to find ashallow, vain, frivolous woman at WenthavenCastle. After all, as lady-in-waiting to thequeen, lovely Lady Marian had been in aposition of privilege, yet she had been banishedfrom the court. And the rumors were that shehad given birth to an illegitimate child.

An outrageous offer

When he arrived, Griffith found Lady Marianto be strong, intelligent and fiercely protectiveof the young baby in her custody.... and verysuspicious of him. If he were smart, the knightwould just deliver the message with which hehad been entrusted. Instead, he longs to lingerto delve into the mystery that is Marian, todiscover what she so desperately fears-andwhy he so improperly wants her.

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ISBN-13: 9780061748837
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/13/2009
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 209,839
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author CHRISTINA DODD builds worlds filled with suspense, romance, and adventure, and creates the most distinctive characters in fiction today. Her fifty novels have been translated into twenty-five languages, featured by Doubleday Book Club, recorded on Books on Tape for the Blind, won Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart and RITA Awards, and been called the year's best by Library Journal. Dodd herself has been a clue in the Los Angeles Times crossword puzzle.

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Wenthaven CastleShropshire, England, 1487

The clash of swords echoed through the long gallery of the fashionable castle keep, and Griffith ap Powel grimaced in disgust. "Dueling?" he inquired of his host. "You've brought me here to watch dueling?"

With a receding silver hairline, aristocratic features, and a pack of auburn-coated spaniels yipping at his heels, the earl of Wenthaven was the model of urbane hospitality. "I am but trying to fulfill your request."

Shrieks of laughter and sham alarm assaulted Griffith as they shouldered their way through the outer ring of spectators. "There is no respect for a warrior in this country," Griffith said. "In Wales, we fight in battle, to the death, with a good two-handed sword in our grip and an enemy before us. There is none of the so-called sport of dueling."

With one elegant gesture, Wenthaven dismissed Wales and its customs. "'Tis a French practice, actually, but many youths abide here with me, and they fight on any pretext. They fight for the pure joy of fighting, so I encourage dueling. The swords are light and have dulled edges, and their vigorous spirits are dampened with judicious training. Moreover, if you wish to speak to Lady Marian, the former lady-in-waiting for our uncrowned queen, then you must come here."

Already aflame with a sense of misuse and a total contempt for his mission, Griffith snapped, "Does this Lady Marian enjoy watching young fools slice at each other?"

Wenthaven mocked Griffith with a dimpled smile. "If you would but look closely, you would see the part which Lady Marian plays."

Griffith had the height to give him a clear view over the circle of cheeringspectators. Two figures danced on the polished stone floor, dulled dueling swords in hand. The skill of both was extraordinary, a testament to healthy bodies and youthful spirits.

Then he rubbed his eyes. "One of the duelists is a woman. That woman is using a sword."

Like a flame above a slim white candle, her red hair fell out of its coif above her pate face. Her green eyes snapped; her teeth sparkled in a challenging smile. The hem of her creamy silk skirt hung over her arm, giving Griffith a glimpse of muscular, silk-clad ankles and calves. Her light step distracted Griffith from the sword she held in the other hand.

Sweet Saint Dewi, but she was tall. She looked the handsome hulk of a man right in the eye, and she did so boldly.

Griffith didn't like bold women.

Singing a tune off key, she ridiculed her opponent with the flash of her blade, with her amusement, with her height.

Both his hands were free to fight, and he displayed a skill and an agility that would tempt most men to back away. But he panted in great, billowing gasps, sweat dripped into his eyes, and he slashed with an aggression out of place for a friendly bout.

He was losing.

At Griffith's side, Wenthaven said, "She's good, isn't she?"

Griffith grunted his unwilling assent.

"I taught her all she knows."

Unable to tear his gaze from the too tall, too bold, too tall beauty, Griffith said, "You're mad. Why would a man teach a woman to duel with swords?"

Wenthaven chuckled. "A woman like her must have a way to defend herself from ... shall we say ... unwanted attentions.'

The curved swords clashed, screeching as the blades scraped together in a shower of blue sparks. "A woman like her?"

"Aye." Satisfied with Griffith's avid concentration, Wenthaven announced, "That is Lady Marian Wenthaven."

Griffith turned to Wenthaven, missing Marian's coup de grace, but the clamor of the crowd brought his attention back to her. She gave a shout of triumph as her opponent's sword went flying. Glowing with victory, she raised her fists in celebration, and Griffith narrowed his eyes. "Flamboyance is most unattractive in a woman. Most unattractive."

He only wished his body understood what his mind believed.

Wenthaven clicked his tongue. "I don't suppose Adrian Harbottle ever stood a chance. He's just one of those landless knights, scarcely more than a churl."

Griffith glanced at the man Werithaven disparaged so quickly. Blessed with golden hair, even white teeth, and sound limbs, Harbottle didn't look like a churl. He was so handsome, he made Griffith's teeth ache, and he reminded Griffith of something. Something familiar. Something reassuring.

Aye, Harbottle resembled the gilt painting. of an angel in Griffith's mother's Book of Hours.

But Griffith would wager Harbottle was no angel. His breath still billowed his barrel chest, and he stared at Marian with fury. Griffith watched him, not caring for the malevolence his clenched fists betrayed.

Wenthaven rambled on. "He was a dolt to imagine be could challenge her-"

Harbottle sprang for Marian's sword, caught it up, aimed it at Marian. Griffith's protective reflexes whipped him into the fray before he considered the consequences. With a flying tackle, he landed atop Harbottle. Women screamed, men roared, as Griffith took Harbottle's wildly flailing body to the floor. Bones and tendons crunched on impact. Griffith rolled away from Harbottle and came to his feet as the sword skittered across stone.

Before he could reach it, another hand snatched it up. Another hand, a slender, feminine hand, pointed it at Harbottle's throat, and Marian's contralto voice snarled, 'Coward and knave, stand and face the penalty for treachery."

Harbottle rose to his knees, his angelic face contorted and his breath a palpable heat. "Bitch, you betray not a shred of womanly compassion."

"Because I don't allow you to defeat me? To kill me? Must I die at the hands of some misbegotten knight to prove myself a lady?" She pricked at the open throat of his shirt with the shiny tip of the sword. "Get up, I say, and face this lady whom you have wronged."

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Guest More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book! The story line was riveting, the characters' were well-defined, and the character dynamics were nicely developed. I couldn't put the book down and recommend it anyone looking for a good read. Of the other four Dodd books I've read, this one is definitely the best! ^_^
Guest More than 1 year ago
this is the forth book by Dodd that i have read and she didn't let me down! she was great as usual! this book was filled with adventure and passion that kept me turning the page!
miyurose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This wasn¿t too bad, for a historical romance. It¿s set at the beginning of the reign of Henry VII, the father of the notorious Henry VIII, though none of it actually takes place at court. However, Henry VII does play a large role. Political intrigue is the driving force behind most of the plot. The romance between Marian and Griffith could have been a little more developed ¿ they went from lust to love very quickly ¿ but there were things I enjoyed. The dialogue, though not completely historically accurate, is more fitting than the speech patterns of today that are often used in historical romances. Also, I like the twisting intrigue of court. I¿m liking Christina Dodd, and I¿ll definitely be reading more of her books.
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