ÂA godson he hasn't seen in more than five years.' âIf Keddinton doesn't turn me away from his door, the credit shall be yours.' âAt least until you have time to visit my man in London.' Other than his surgeons, no one had yet been forced to view the carnage that had been inflicted on his body.ĭeterminedly putting that from his mind, he met his brother's eyes in the mirror. Rhys had promised his brother that as soon as he arrived in London he would be properly outfitted from heel to crown by one of the capital's premier tailors.Ī prospect he wasn't looking forward to, he acknowledged. The garments were neither in the most current style nor constructed of the finest materials, but they would do for travel. The tasselled Hessians that completed the ensemble were the only item that had been salvaged from his pre-service attire. The local tailor had been called in to produce the coat of navy superfine he was wearing, as well as his striped waistcoat and close-fitting pantaloons. In short, almost nothing he had left behind in England almost four years ago could be remadeânot with the preciseness of fit that fashion demanded. As a result, his body was far leaner than it had been before his departure. In addition to the debilitating effects of his wound, he had, since he'd been home, suffered another bout of the recurring fever he'd picked up on the Continent. His chest was broader, for one thing the muscles in his thighs and calves still hardened from long hours spent in the saddle. There had initially been some discussion of attempting alterations, but the scope of the required changes had proved those im practical. This time, he used only his right hand to smooth over a persistent wrinkle that disturbed the line of his jacket. And infinitely grateful to be back in England. It was not the same, of course, and he had gradually become reconciled to the reality that it never would be.Ī minor consideration, he reminded himself. Incredibly, given the severity of his injuriesâcaused by a burst of grapeshotâthe surgeons had managed to save his left arm.
Pain seared along its damaged muscles and nerves, reminding him that, although he was finally home, the effects of the years he had spent campaigning on the Iberian Peninsula were still with him. I n an unthinking response to the image in the cheval glass, Major the Honourable Rhys Morgan, late of His Majesty's 13 th Light Dragoons, lifted his left hand to help the right in the adjustment of the intricately tied cravat at his throat. Look for The Viscount and the Virgin from Annie Burrows in SILK & SCANDAL. I hope you find Claiming the Forbidden Bride a worthy addition to the books that came before it and an enticement to read those that follow. For a well-born English gentleman to fall in love with a beautiful Romany healer was certainly scandalous in society's view, but we all know that, despite Gypsy curses, murderous family secrets and vindictive brothers, true love will not be denied. I hope you'll enjoy Rhys and Nadya's story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I could not have asked for a better experience in which to revisit my writing roots.
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It was also great fun to toss ideas around while plotting the continuity elements together and to figure out how to make eight individual stories flow into a smooth and ever more exciting narrative. The other authors were so knowledgeable and always willing to offer advice and suggestions to someone who was a bit rusty on the period details. Little did I know, however, what a true joy it would be to work on this project. When I was asked to participate in this continuity series, I jumped at the chance to get back into Regency mode. Although I began my career writing Regency historicals, I have spent the past several years writing rather dark romantic suspense for HQN Books and MIRA Books. I can't tell you how delighted I am to be a part of the Regency miniseries SILK & SCANDAL.
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