Windswept

Windswept

by Sabrina Jeffries

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Windswept by Sabrina Jeffries

Originally written under the pseudonym Deborah Martin, this unforgettable tale of mystery, treasure, and passion is back in print at last and newly revised for today’s audience!

Welsh widow Catrin Price is haunted by a family death curse. Any man whom she marries without first drinking from an ancient Druid chalice sold by her ancestor long ago is unquestionably doomed. But when she hunts it down to purchase it, the chalice’s former owner ends up dead. Who will believe her innocent with the man’s treasure in her hands? Now she lives in fear of discovery, afraid to trust, afraid to give away her heart…

Even Newcome, a scholar struggling to overcome a difficult past, travels to Wales to find the mysterious woman last seen with his murdered friend. So when the lady proves to be a beautiful yet shy creature who shares his love of Welsh mythology, he’s torn between believing her guilty and trusting the passion blazing between them. But as unscrupulous men seek the chalice for their own devious purposes, will Catrin and Evan let their wall of mistrust stand between them? Or will they defeat their enemies together and embrace the love intended for them since time immemorial?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781451665550
Publisher: Pocket Books
Publication date: 02/28/2017
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 302,078
Product dimensions: 6.70(w) x 4.10(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Sabrina Jeffries is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of several Regency-set historical romance series, including the Royal Brotherhood, the School for Heiresses, the Hellions of Halstead Hall, the Duke’s Men, and the Sinful Suitors. When she’s not writing in a coffee-fueled haze, she’s traveling with her husband, caring for her adult autistic son, or indulging in one of her passions: jigsaw puzzles, chocolate, music, and costume parties. With more than nine million books in print in twenty languages, the North Carolina author never regrets tossing aside a budding career in academics for the sheer joy of writing fun fiction and hopes that one day a book of hers will end up saving the world. She always dreams big.

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Windswept

  • Carmarthen, Wales

    June 1802

    Evan Newcome read the inscription on his father’s gravestone: THOMAS NEWCOME. BORN JULY 3, 1741. DIED APRIL 25, 1802.

    Nothing. Shouldn’t he feel something besides a dull thud of hatred? Or the fear that clutched him in the dark?

    Gritting his teeth, he noted the lack of an epitaph calling Thomas Newcome a wonderful father and husband. That surprised him, given that his older sister, Mary, always kept up appearances. From the moment she’d married her tailor husband and escaped their father, she’d acted as if her childhood had never been. Evan had assumed she’d willfully forgotten the past. But perhaps not.

    Then again, perhaps she hadn’t chosen the words on the gravestone. Perhaps his older brother had done so—dull-witted, ham-fisted Goronwy, who wouldn’t have known what to write.

    “Evan?” came a voice behind him. “Is that you?”

    He turned to find Lady Juliana Vaughan standing there. She and her husband, Rhys, had rescued him from his abysmal home and sent him to Eton years ago. Just the sight of her banished his somber thoughts.

    “Good day, my lady,” he said with a smile.

    She looked as pretty as ever, her forty-odd years only enhancing her natural beauty. Glancing down at the grave, she tucked her hand in the crook of his elbow. “I’m sorry about your father. You have our deepest sympathies.”

    He bit back the urge to say he hoped the arse rotted in hell. “Thank you.”

    Juliana searched his face. “I was surprised you didn’t come home for the funeral, if only for your sister’s sake.”

    “Trust me, it would have been harder for Mary to endure my obvious lack of grief. At least without me there, she could tell people I was abroad or suddenly taken ill.” He paused. “What did she tell people?”

    Juliana gave a rueful smile. “That you were suddenly taken ill.”

    “You see? I’m sure she was relieved I wasn’t there to tell the truth about the bullying bastard.”

    She squeezed his arm. “Well, at least you’ve come now. You probably have matters you must discuss with your siblings.”

    “Yes.” Although he’d arrived several hours ago, he’d put off going to his sister’s. He dreaded the awkward task of explaining why he was staying at an inn instead of with her.

    The truth was, he felt ill at ease in her home. No matter how hard he tried to make her feel comfortable, she always seemed conscious of the differences between them now, and it pained him to watch her and her husband struggle for conversation.

    Staying with Goronwy was out of the question. It was too horribly familiar, watching Goronwy explode every time a meal was cooked wrong or one of the children crossed him.

    Evan couldn’t bear watching history repeat itself. Or being reminded that he, too, had a violent temper, that if matters were different and he had a helpless wife and children to lash out at . . .

    Blood of his blood, flesh of his flesh. You are like him.

    He shook off the bitter thought.

    “That old gossip, Mrs. Wynton, told me you were here.” Juliana shot him a sideways glance. “She said you were staying at her wretched inn. Surely you weren’t planning to pass through here without even paying us a visit.”

    He smiled. “You know I’d never do that. But I left London so suddenly, I didn’t have time to send a letter, and I didn’t want to inconvenience you by showing up on your doorstep without warning.”

    “Don’t be silly. You come here so seldom that it’s sheer delight to have you. Do tell me you’ll stay with us at Llynwydd. Rhys will be pleased to see you, as will the children.” With a conspiratorial air, she leaned up to add, “Mrs. Wynton keeps a sloppy house, you know.”

    “You don’t need to convince me.”

    “Good. Rhys is over at Morgan’s, but we’re having luncheon together at the Bull and Crown.” She glanced down at the grave. “Come away from this place and join us. Will you?”

    He nodded, letting her draw him from the cemetery. Perhaps being among friends would dispel his melancholy.

    They walked together in a companionable silence. It felt good to be back in Wales. He’d forgotten how friendly the people were, how brilliant a blue the sky, how vibrant a green the forests that lined the roads. The wild sweetness of his own country roused a long-buried ache in him, to be in a place where every blade of grass seemed familiar. Wales was still his home, and he was astonished at how glad he was to walk the streets of crotchety old Car­marthen once more.

    Soon they reached the tavern, where Rhys was waiting for Juliana, engrossed in reading a radical political pamphlet.

    “Good morning, darling,” Juliana said. “Look who I found wandering the streets.”

    Surprise lit the older man’s face as he rose to clasp ­Evan’s shoulders. “You wily scoundrel! Why didn’t you tell us you were coming to town?”

    Juliana flashed Rhys a dark glance. “He was at the graveyard.”

    “Ah, yes,” Rhys said, sobering. “I’d forgotten about your father. I’m sorry.”

    “Actually,” Evan said, “I didn’t come because of that. I’m in search of the Lady of the Mists. I heard rumors of her as a child, so you two must know of her.”

    “Yes, but—” Rhys began.

    Juliana cut him off. “Of course we know of the old Lady of the Mists.” She shot Rhys a meaningful glance as she took a seat.

    Rhys called a maid over and ordered food for the three of them, then sat down himself as Evan settled in a chair.

    “How much do you know?” Evan grew sarcastic. “I’ve heard the legends, of course. She rides and shoots like a man, plays the harp like a goddess, and sings like an angel. It’s a wonder she bothers with us mortals.”

    Rhys stared at Juliana, one eyebrow arched. “Yes, love, do tell Evan what we know about the Lady of the Mists.”

    Evan sensed some secret between them, but that was no surprise. He envied how they could still be so much in love after all these years.

    “Why are you interested in the Lady of the Mists?” Juliana asked.

    He wondered how much to say. “I don’t know if you heard about the murder of my friend Justin.”

    “Yes, I remember reading about it in the Times.”

    Just then their food came, a substantial cawl, a roast leg of mutton, potatoes, and cabbage. Good Welsh fare that he couldn’t wait to tackle.

    Ever the hostess, Juliana dished the food onto plates and put one in front of him. “The Times said Lord Mansfield was robbed and killed by footpads. I’m sorry, Evan. It has been a year of losses for you, hasn’t it?”

    He nodded, though Justin’s death had cut far more deeply than his father’s. Years ago, Justin had braved the taunts of his classmates at Eton to befriend Evan. Justin had taught him how to defend himself from the snobbish young nobles and bullying merchants’ sons without getting caught by the headmaster.

    They’d remained friends at Cambridge, even after Justin began living the reckless life of a young lord. He’d been the only one who could coax Evan from his books for a foray into London’s gaming hells or a night of wenching, the only one who could make Evan forget for a while who he was and where he’d come from. And when Evan’s engagement to a wealthy merchant’s daughter had ended in disaster, it had been Justin who’d forced Evan to stop brooding.

    How could the carefree devil be dead? It was unfathomable. Yet he was, and his senseless death left Evan with an unquenchable anger. “His death is why I’ve come in search of the Lady of the Mists.” When they regarded him oddly, he added, “I believe she was the last person to see Justin.”

    As he ate some mutton, Rhys and Juliana exchanged glances.

    “Why do you believe that?” Juliana asked.

    “Because he met with her the night he was killed.”

    “And you think she had something to do with it?” Juliana asked in alarm.

    He considered confiding his suspicions, but he wanted to know more of what had occurred first. “Not necessarily. But there’s been little progress in finding his killers. I’m hoping she saw something that will help.”

    Juliana’s face cleared. “I see. That’s all right, then.”

    “I’m so glad you approve.” He couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of his voice. She was behaving strangely. “Tell me what you know about her.”

    “She’s a widow,” Rhys said. “It’s a tragic story. Her husband, Willie Price, was killed on their wedding day in a freak accident.”

    Despite himself, Evan felt a twinge of sympathy. “That’s awful.”

    “Yes,” Juliana agreed. “But she has risen above it to make a place for herself in the world.”

    “We met her once when she visited Carmarthen,” Rhys said. Suddenly he grunted for no apparent reason and shot his wife a sharp glance.

    Evan dipped his bread in gravy. “What was she like?”

    Before Rhys could answer, Juliana cut in. “She was as wonderful as the legends make her out to be.”

    “Of course, you probably already know she’s the daughter of a knight and fairly well-off,” Rhys said.

    Evan blinked. He’d always thought of the old woman as classless, one of those unusual creatures on the fringes of society who in past times would have been termed witches. Why would a woman of such standing murder a nobleman?

    “She’s a bit of an odd one,” Rhys added, ignoring his wife’s scowl. “Despite her rank, she dabbles in all sorts of peculiar things.”

    “You mean, aside from the harp playing and shooting?” Evan quipped.

    Rhys flashed him an enigmatic smile. “Yes. She writes, you know. You might have read her work. She studies the folklore and superstitions of the Welsh. Morgan and I have offered to publish her essays in one of our collections.” He glanced at Juliana. “I think you’ll like her a great deal more than you expect.”

    “Whether I like her is immaterial. I’d settle for knowing her actual name and how to find her.”

    “Oh, that!” Juliana brightened. “Her name is Catrin Price, and she lives outside of Llanddeusant. I can tell you how to get to the village, and the villagers can direct you to her home. Her estate is called Plas Niwl, the Mansion of Mist. It’s near Llyn y Fan Fach, the lake with the legend about the fairy who married a mortal. Their descendants are supposed to be the great doctors of Merthyr Tydfil.”

    He’d heard the tale. A merchant had fallen in love with the fairy after seeing her at the lake. She’d agreed to become his wife, bringing him cattle and gold as her dowry, but had promised to remain his wife only until the day he’d struck her three times. After years of marriage and four children, he’d done so, and she’d vanished, taking the cattle and gold with her.

    Wise woman. Too bad Mother couldn’t have vanished.

    “You should see Llyn y Fan Fach while you’re there,” ­Juliana went on. “It’s beautiful.”

    The wistful remark made him smile. Juliana held romantic notions about Wales. An estate named the Mansion of Mist near a renowned site of legend probably fired her imagination to new heights.

    “I shall certainly try,” he said. “But I won’t have a lot of time.”

    “Does this mean you’re not staying here long?” Juliana asked.

    “I’m afraid so.” He suspected that gleaning the truth from a wily old woman like Catrin Price might take patience . . . and a devious mind. He must approach this cautiously to avoid spooking her before he got what he wanted.

    Juliana sighed. “While you’re there, stay at the Red Dragon. But you will pass through here on your way back to the coast, won’t you?”

    “Of course.” Evan smiled. “And this time I’ll give you fair warning.”

    “It doesn’t matter. You know we always love to have you.” A sly look crossed Juliana’s face. “Although I wonder if the day will ever come when I welcome you and a wife to our estate.”

    With a groan, he pushed his plate away. “Don’t start that again. I’ve already told you—no sane woman wants a tedious scholar for a husband.”

    “You are not a tedious scholar. You’re a strong, handsome young man. Any woman would be proud to marry you.”

    Evan didn’t bother to disguise his bitterness. “I know several women who’d disagree. My humble bloodlines disgust the gentry, and my education intimidates those of my class. I’m too Welsh for an Englishwoman, and too English for a Welshwoman. I’m cantankerous and stubborn and lacking in the charm that sweeps women off their feet.” I’m blood of his blood, flesh of his flesh.

    He forced back that thought. “In short, I don’t suit anyone, and it’s unlikely I’d find someone to suit me. And that’s the last I shall say on the subject.”

    “Good,” Juliana retorted, “because it’s all nonsense. You’re considered a genius for your linguistic abilities, your translations garner large subscriptions, and young men flock to your lectures at Cambridge. Humble bloodlines, indeed! Any woman worth her salt won’t care about that. I didn’t care a whit about Rhys’s when he came courting.” At Rhys’s scowl, she added hastily, “Not that his bloodlines weren’t perfectly respectable. But my father was hoping for a duke.”

    “Which would never have worked,” Rhys confided to Evan. “Juliana is far too strong-minded. She would have made a duke miserable.”

    “Rhys Vaughan!” Juliana protested.

    Rhys grinned. “But you make me perfectly happy, darling.”

    When Juliana gave Rhys an adoring smile, Evan felt a twinge of envy. “At least Rhys owned land. I haven’t an acre to my name. No matter where I go or what I do, I’m still a tenant farmer’s son of modest means. No woman will forget that simply because I’ve achieved success in certain circles.”

    “The right woman will,” Juliana persisted. “You just haven’t found her yet.”

    He didn’t feel like arguing with her. “Perhaps you’re right. But until that woman comes along, I’m happy to have friends like you and Rhys.” He rose. “And if I’m to stay with you tonight, I’d best move my things.”

    Rhys flashed him a sympathetic smile, obviously aware of why Evan was hurrying off. “We’ll meet you there with the carriage as soon as we’re finished.”

    Evan nodded and walked out of the inn.

    Juliana watched him leave, her heart tight with sympathy. She loved Evan as dearly as she loved her own children, and his unhappiness tormented her.

    “He’ll be all right.” Rhys leaned over to take her hand. “Evan has survived many things, and he’ll survive this.”

    “He needs someone. You know he does.”

    “Yes, but he’ll have to find her himself.”

    “I swear I could kill the chit who broke his heart. He was even prepared to leave the university for her. How dare she make Evan fall in love with her, only to end the engagement for no apparent reason!”

    “She must have had some reason.”

    “Don’t defend her. I can’t believe any woman would refuse Evan.”

    “And you’re biased. Anyway, they obviously weren’t well-suited, so aren’t you glad he was saved from marrying her?”

    “Yes, but now he’s become a complete cynic about women. It isn’t right.”

    “And you think that fooling him about the Lady of the Mists will help.”

    A startled expression crossed her face. “What do you mean?”

    Rhys grinned. “You know what I mean, you little meddler. Why else wouldn’t you reveal that the Lady of the Mists he heard about in childhood died two years ago, and that her granddaughter now holds that name? That this Lady of the Mists is a shy, bewitching miss liable to steal his heart?”

    She sniffed. “If I’d told him that, he wouldn’t have gone. He steers clear of bewitching misses these days. And it’ll be even worse now that Justin is dead. At least Justin forced him to go out in society.”

    “So you’re forcing him to meet Catrin Price.”

    Juliana scowled. “She’s perfect for him—a scholar who’s bright and kind and—”

    “I thought you said she had turned aside every suitor who’s come near her since Mr. Price’s death?”

    Juliana shot him a defensive glance. “She won’t turn Evan aside.”

    Rhys laughed. “How can you be so damned sure?”

    “A woman’s intuition.”

    “And how can you be sure he’ll like her?”

    “Of course he’ll like her. She’s ‘bewitching,’ isn’t she?”

    At her peevish tone, Rhys smiled, then leaned over to give her a quick kiss. “Not as bewitching as you, cariad.”

    She melted, as always. In truth, it was a good sign that Rhys found sweet little Mrs. Price “bewitching.” She only hoped Evan did, too. Because it would take a witch to storm his walled-up heart.

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    Windswept 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
    BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
    Welsh widow Catrin Price is haunted by a family death curse. Any man she marries without first drinking from an ancient Druid chalice that was sold by her ancestor long ago is doomed. This is an early book from Sabrina Jeffries, whose stories I absolutely love. Unlike her other books, this one has a mystical element and Welsh mythology, one type of mythology I’ve never read before. As with her other stories, the characters and story were well written. I enjoyed every bit of it. I highly recommend. **I voluntarily read and reviewed this book
    sportochick More than 1 year ago
    A story of intrigue and love to delight any reader. Author Sabrina Jefferies does a phenomenal job in this story of Wales mythology involving the Lady of the Mists. Blending, murder, mystery, mythology, love, and both strong primary and secondary characters. This is a book the reader will not want to put down. The writer did a superb character development on Catrin where she was able to combine shyness, sensuality, strength, dedication to others and a strong character without making her seem unrealistic. Throughout this book, I felt Catrin was a woman worth admiring in-spite of her upbringing and beliefs. Her ability to overcome her shyness when strength was needed is a fine example for women to follow. Additionally, the character of Evan was so complex and exciting that it felt like he continually had layers falling off him exposing more of his life that made him the man he was. Characters such as these two make a book worthy of giving up sleep to read. Not only strong primary characters are in this book but fully developed secondary characters rounded out the storyline giving it more depth. I love the complexity of this story and the workings in the background of this book. I recommend this to readers that love intrigue and give it 4 STARS. Received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review.
    beckybh More than 1 year ago
    AN ENTICING ROMANCE & MYSTERY - Sabrina Jeffries tells readers she wrote WINDSWEPT (orig. pub.in 1996) under the name Deborah Martin near the beginning of her career. With this edition, she revised the story to make it more appealing to today's romance audience. And I believe she succeeded. It's an enchanting romance and an absorbing mystery that addresses the themes of abuse, loneliness, and love. The heroine, Catrin Price, has denied herself a loving relationship after her husband was killed on their wedding day. She believes her family is cursed from a spell cast by an ancestor causing the death of her descendents' husbands within three years of marriage. Catrin refuses to be the instrument of death for anyone else and has resigned herself to a life without love. She spends her days studying Welsh myths and legends, overseeing her property, and helping her tenants and friends. The hero, Evan Newsome, has also denied himself a chance to find love after he almost killed an innocent person in a jealous rage, for which his fiancee broke their engagement. His father, a tenant farmer, emotionally and physically abused his family, and Evan truly believes he follows in his father's footsteps. But he's worked hard to better himself, thanks to the help of Rhys and Juliana Vaughan, the owners of the farm his father tended. They recognized Evan's intellect, took him in and sent him to the best schools, treating him as one of their own. Evan is now a noted scholar and tutor at Cambridge. Catrin and Evan meet when he tries to discover who killed his best friend. Evan knows that someone calling herself the Lady of the Mist offered to buy an ancient Druid cup his friend owned, so he's followed that trail. When he discovers the woman is Catrin, he misrepresents himself as needing information on a book he's writing. She knows of the genius Evan Newsome, who speaks multiple languages, has essays published in prestigious journals and has written on the beauty of Welsh verse. So she falls for his lies. As Evan gets to know her, he begins to doubt that she is a murderer. Their attraction is strong, and though Catrin knows she can never remarry, she opens up to him, trusting him more each day. Pros: 1. Catrin and Evan are extremely likable, believable characters with strong moral beliefs and depth of personality. Like real people, they have faults and issues to overcome, but they are primarily caring and supportive individuals who try to do the right thing. 2. I like that it's a romance based in Wales. Along with Ireland, I think Wales is woefully underrepresented in historical romances today. 3. It's a well-written romantic mystery that is interesting and unique. 4. Vivid descriptions pulled me into the story and kept me enthralled until the very end. 5. Supernatural elements are lightly woven throughout the book with a successful conclusion. Cons: The story had to end. Overall: WINDSWEPT is a fast-paced romance with a unique storyline and well-developed main and secondary characters. I truly enjoyed the story and recommend it to anyone who loves their romance with a hint of mystery. If You Like This, You Might Like: THE SINFUL SUITORS SERIES by Sabrina Jeffries, SCANDALOUS GENTLEMEN OF ST. JAMES SERIES by Lorraine Heath, MAIDEN LANE SERIES by Elizabeth Hoyt, THE HEART OF A DUKE SERIES by Christi Caldwell * Pocket Books & Edelweiss provided an e-ARC for an honest review. ** See Blue Moon Mystery Saloon for my other reviews.
    TammyS32 More than 1 year ago
    I liked this historical read. The story is fast paced with lots of drama. The characters have an interesting chemistry and the story is very entertaining.
    JuliaAD More than 1 year ago
    Catrin and Evan are used to being judged by others. She is very shy and he is a scholar, but the son of a farmer. They want to be together, but they both are not trusting of others. They both have lied to the other and so the mistrust is understandable. They have to battle a curse and someone trying to steal the chalice from Catrin. Several people have been killed for the chalice and Catrin doesn't want to be one of them. Once they get past the lies and hurt, can their love withstand the curse?
    tsmb02 More than 1 year ago
    Catrin Price is also known as the Lady of the Mist. Legend has it that the females in Catrin's family are cursed because when they married they did not drink from the Druid challis and the males in her family will all be infertile. Catrin didn't even know about this legend until the day of her wedding to Willie where he ends up dead even before they can consummate their marriage. Now Catrin is determined to find this challis that was sold years ago so she can marry again and not lose her groom to death. Catrin finds out that Lord Justin Mansfield has the challis and has agreed to sell it to her so she travels to London to buy it. After the sale, Catrin heads back to Wales and Justin ends up being murdered. Evan Newcome's best friend, Justin was murdered and he is trying to find out who is responsible. He is able to figure out that Catrin was suppose to meet with Justin on the night he was murdered and Evan plans to confront her. When Evan meets Catrin, she isn't at all what Evan expected. I just loved their first meeting. It was so pure and raw. As Evan is trying to get information out of Catrin, Catrin is also trying to purposely keep information from Evan while at the same time these two were enamored with each other. I really enjoyed how these two were so drawn together. It's like they were destined to be each others soul mate. Just when Evan believes that Catrin is innocent and didn't have anything to do with Justin's death, something big happens and all hell breaks loose! I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED when Juliana stepped into action! That was awesome! I really enjoyed the big rescue at the end too. I could really picture what was happening very vividly. I also really enjoyed their well deserved happy ending. This story was different than any other Sabrina Jeffries book I have read. Overall I enjoyed the story and the characters but it didn't have much of the humor I have grown to love with Sabrina's books. It was certainly an enjoyable read and I even learned a bit about ancient Druids.
    stanhope3234 More than 1 year ago
    3.5* Carting Price Evan Newcomer I enjoyed this book. It was fun to see that Evan Newcome grew to be an intelligent and interesting young man. I liked his character a great deal and he and Catrin Price had good chemistry and they made a good and believable couple. Catrin is the current Lady of the Mist. She has land and tenets and a future to take care of and she feels totally inadequate to fully do it. There's a curse that has ended the lives of all men who marry the Lady of the Mist for the last five generations. Catrin husband died on their wedding day and if she can't break the curse she will be alone and her lands and people will be lost. Evan comes from a farming family and his father was very abusive. If it had not been for Lord Rhys and Lady Julianna who saw what an intelligent boy he was and gave him a chance at a life that was out of his grasp. He may of been a abusive man like his father and he feared he just might be. After the death of his best friend Justin who was to meet the Lady of the Mist the night be died Evan goes in search of her. Instead of an old woman he finds Catrin a young beautiful woman he suspects to be a murderer. Catrin fears Evan is a constable from London to investigate the mans murder after meeting with her. Neither Evan or Catrin can be truthful with each other and spin lies. As their relationship blossoms their lies unravel and threaten any future possible. My only problem with the story is that the author went back and forth with Catrin's strengths and weaknesses. I felt she was far stronger then the author gave her credit for.
    KahlanMercy More than 1 year ago
    Wales Book Two Evan Newcombe is searching for his friend's murderer when his friend directs him to the Lady of the Lake, an old woman Evan has heard tales about since childhood. When he comes across the lovely Catrin Price emerging from the water in naught but a shift, he is stunned by the beauty. Catrin is afraid Evan might be the constable, searching for her after she fled London. When she purchased her family's chalice from Justin Mansfield she hurries from the tavern due to an unexplained feeling of dread. She hears of his death the next morning and knows that if she turns herself in no one would believe she was not involved. If you're looking for a mystery set in historical Wales, this is the book for you! *I received this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
    JulieD2 More than 1 year ago
    A special chalice is needed for Catrin Price to have a happy, long married life with her chosen husband, with out it her husband will die with in 3 years thanks to a curse that the chalice holds over the bribe. Catrin has unfortunately lost 1 husband already, and they didn't even get a chance to consummate the marriage. This chalice means every thing to Catrin. Even Newcombe is a Cambridge Professor. He visits Mrs Price as he knows a friend of his had a chalice and made plans to meet her and was murdered, he has his suspicions about her. This was a great who-dun-it. We're kept wondering what's coming up next and who the murderer was for most of the story, I had no clue who the culprit was until it was revealed. Loved the romance too of cause, Ms. Jeffries always writes the best love matches between her characters. I loved it!
    JulieD2 More than 1 year ago
    A special chalice is needed for Catrin Price to have a happy, long married life with her chosen husband, with out it her husband will die with in 3 years thanks to a curse that the chalice holds over the bribe. Catrin has unfortunately lost 1 husband already, and they didn't even get a chance to consummate the marriage. This chalice means every thing to Catrin. Even Newcombe is a Cambridge Professor. He visits Mrs Price as he knows a friend of his had a chalice and made plans to meet her and was murdered, he has his suspicions about her. This was a great who-dun-it. We're kept wondering what's coming up next and who the murderer was for most of the story, I had no clue who the culprit was until it was revealed. Loved the romance too of cause, Ms. Jeffries always writes the best love matches between her characters. I loved it!
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    London - 1802 Catrin Price is a young Welsh widow who has agreed to meet Lord Mansfield at an inn for supper. She is hoping to pay him to remove a curse from her. As a Welsh female descendant of Morgana, she must drink from a chalice on the night of her wedding to prove she honors the ways of her ancestors and then her life will be good. But if she does not drink from the chalice, her husband will die within 3 years, and her sons will be fruitless, and her daughters cursed until they themselves drink from the chalice. Catrin believes herself to be cursed because her husband died on their wedding day. Carmarthen Wales - 1802 Evan Newcome is looking at his father’s grave. The man has just died and Evan is happy he is gone. He was a violent man and his sons tend to take after him. His friends, Lady Juliana Vaughan and her husband, Rhys, have always cared for Evan and sent him to Eton to become educated. As part of some research on Welsh folklore that he is doing, Evan tells Juliana and Rhys that he is looking for a woman called The Lady of the Mist who is rumored to be responsible for the death of his friend. She has written papers about it and he wants to interview her. The woman is a widow whose husband died on their wedding day. Her name is Catrin Price. Juliana and Rhys wish Evan could find a good woman and get married. When asked about Catrin, Juliana fails to tell Evan that the first Catrin has died and her granddaughter now bears her name. She does not tell him because she hopes to do some matchmaking between Evan and Catrin. When Catrin and Evan first meet, she does not tell him who she really is. She likes her privacy and prefers to stay in her own home with her servants. A very wealthy and well educated woman, she is also a benefactress in her community. There are also some men pursuing her hoping to marry her for her wealth and hopefully to get their hands on the prized chalice. This book was written in 1996 under the name Deborah Martin which is the Ms. Jeffries’s pseudonym. Unfortunately, this folklore curse scenario is not my cup of tea and I can honestly say I did not enjoy the book. However, Ms. Jeffries’s writing has improved greatly since this book was first published. Copy provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
    HeyerF4n More than 1 year ago
    Ancient curses, murder, lies and passion. This is a reissue of a novel originally written under the name Deborah Martin and has been revised by the author. I really loved this book, the heroine Catrin became a widow on her wedding day and a year later discovered that unless the women in her line drank from a particular chalice on their wedding day, their marriage would last less than three years and any sons born to the union would be unable to father children. Ever since she has been left with the guilt that she was the cause of her husband’s death; moving on another four years, she locates the chalice sold by her great-great-grandfather in the C17th but her mission to recover her family’s heirloom sets unseen evil afoot. Enjoyed the sexual tension between Catrin and Evan. Liked how the curse was resolved. Recommended read. I received a complimentary copy of this book from NetGalley. I was not compensated for my review, and I was not required to write a positive review. The opinion expressed here is my own.