ROSALIND: A Regency Romance (Bachelor Brides, Book 1) by Jenny Hambly

Author:Jenny Hambly [Hambly, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-11-25T16:00:00+00:00

Rosalind had been bowling along quite happily and was just about to slow down for the approaching bend, when a horse and cart had swept around it on her side of the road. The high stepping, well-bred pair attached to the curricle had shown their objection by rearing, the pole had snapped and the curricle tipped onto its side, flinging Lord Preeve out. Rosalind had been thrown onto his side of the seat, banging her head on the side of the curricle and had been momentarily stunned. Before she knew what was toward, she found herself being roughly manhandled out of the vehicle, a rough sack was thrown over her head and her hands tightly bound behind her. She then found herself deposited none too gently onto what she assumed was the floor of the offending cart and a rough voice warned her to keep her mummer shut or she would be knocked senseless. As her head was already swimming and she felt quite sick, she had no difficulty in obeying these instructions. She only hoped that Lord Preeve had not been too seriously injured and would set up the call for help before they had gone very far.

That the men who had abducted her shared this same fear soon became apparent, as judging by the way she was thrown about they were pushing the horse as hard as they dared. When they finally slowed down it was small comfort as they seemed to have turned onto a very rough track so that she was jolted about as if she were a sack of potatoes.

She was ‘helped’ somewhat unceremoniously out of the cart and led up a small flight of mossy steps; a smell of damp pervaded whatever abode they had taken her to. At last they removed the rough sack from her head and she found herself in a dark shuttered room. A small fire flickered fitfully in the grate but barely took the deep chill out of the air. A small candelabra set out on a small side table gave out a little light, illuminating a threadbare rug and two chairs whose covers had seen far better days, the rest of the room was cast into shadow.

“Here you are, guv’nor, the booty has been delivered as requested.”

“So I see,” came a soft voice and a man stepped out of the shadows. “Any problems?”

Although he addressed the rough-looking man who had brought her in, Rosalind felt herself stiffen as his cold eyes leisurely surveyed her from head to toe. She felt a shiver of fear snake down her spine as his repellent gaze stripped her naked.

“Not to speak of, sir, the flash cove as was drivin’ with her took a tumble and was knocked unconscious but he was breathin’ when we left him.”

Lord Rutley showed no interest in this news but carelessly threw a handful of coins at the man’s feet.

“You have done very well, there will be more of that later when this business is finished. Now get outside and make sure that Atherton is alone when he arrives.

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