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240 pages, Paperback
First published June 7, 2011
"What you are, Winnefred," he told her with a grin, "is seasick."How could I not be charmed by that?
If he'd told her she was the Queen of Sheba, she wouldn't have been more shocked. She gaped at him, absolutely speechless.
"Who'd have thought?" Gideon reached for her slice of cheese and ate it whole. "Our Winnefred has a delicate constitution."
She found her voice again. "Delicate."
"As the petals of an orchid," he crooned poetically and--in her opinion--stupidly. "As a single snowflake in spring."
Something like a laugh escaped her throat. "Snowflake."
"Precisely." He took a bite of bread. "The ton's chaises will certainly be put to good use this season. Lilly's explained how to execute a proper swoon, I hope? Because it won't do for you to go flipping over the backs of furniture haphazardly. There's an art to it--"
"I have never swooned in my life." Though it had been a near thing only a few moments ago.
"Looked to me as if it were a near thing only--"
"Have we anything besides watered beer?" she asked quickly.
"Did you expect me to believe that?" he asked in a dangerously soft voice.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, you do." He took a step toward her. "You most certainly do."
She began to back up without thinking, and he moved forward in return. Slowly, steadily he stalked her across the room.
"Do you think me a jester, Winnefred?"
"What?"
"A fool to poke fun at because I've made you laugh a time or two?"
"No. I--"
"Harmless then, because I kissed you in the moonlight and let you go?"
"I never--"
"Is it the limp? The cane?" In a move so fast it took her breath away, he swept forward and pinned her to the wall. "Did you think I couldn't catch you?"
He didn’t want another man seeing—really seeing—Winnefred.
Whether she was in a complicated ball gown or a simple dress, he was the only man who truly saw her. He knew that beneath the fragile silk was the steel spine of a woman who’d confronted a thief in her stable and beaten him to the ground. He knew that behind the soft smile was the unconquerable will that had kept two women alive on five pounds a year. Well-rehearsed manners hid a brash tongue, and the excuse of a headache would keep quiet the fact she was graceless as a lumbering army. Only he knew the simple, wild beauty of her. It was a treasure he wanted to hoard. She was a secret he wanted to keep all to himself.
He was being unreasonable and he knew it. But even as he berated himself for being a dog in the manger, he scowled as Winnefred laughed at something Gratley said. And he wasn’t sure if it was better or worse when Gratley laughed at something Winnefred said in return. He only knew he didn’t like it.
Lord Gideon Haverston has been assigned the task of righting his stepmother’s wrong against his father’s ward, Miss Winnefred Blythe. He expected to be greeted as her hero when he promises her repayment of the money that was stolen from her over the years, instead he is assaulted when they don’t recognise him, and thinks him there to either hurt or steal from them. And then after that matter is cleared up, he has the difficult task of trying to win Winnefred’s trust. What he refuses to do, what he promised himself after returning from war to never do again, is be responsible for anyone else. But keeping to his promise is very difficult when the unusual Winnefred is so very tempting.
Winnefred is tired of being someone’s burden. Everyone is always making her someone else’s responsibility, making her feel unwanted and unloved. At thirteen she was made the ward of Gideon’s father, who sent her to Murdoch House so that she won’t be in anyone’s way. Lilly Ilestone who was assigned as her governess, her caretaker, has become her best friend, and for thirteen years they have looked after themselves, trying to survive on the little money they received from Gideon’s stepmother. Murdoch House has become her home where she can just be herself. Gardening, fixing fencing and looking after their animals. She has never fit in society, because being a proper lady is difficult when all she wants to be is outside taking care of her home. Now suddenly her life is upended when Gideon promises to take her and Lilly to London so that they can have a season. And because Winnefred knows how much Lilly has sacrificed to take care of her, and how much she misses London, she agrees to go, knowing that she won’t fit in, and would have to try her hardest to change who she is. But she can’t help developing feelings for the charming Gideon, who makes her feel safe.
For the most part I really enjoyed this very sweet romance. Winnefred is a tomboy, and I loved that about her. She's outspoken, hardworking and so very empathetic, always taking in strays and trying to take care of the less fortunate.
I liked Gideon from the beginning. He was sweet and funny and charming. And so very broken after his time at war. He blames himself for the men he lost, questioning his methods, thinking that he could have done something to have saved them. And the loss he has endured has made him unwilling to care for anyone again, which I could understand. Seeing him enchanted by Winnefred, trying his best to stay out of her way, but unable to stop thinking of her was endearing.
The romance was very slow building since Gideon tried his best to ignore what he felt for Winnefred, and tried to keep himself away from her. I enjoyed their romance, but then Gideon’s continued refusal of giving into what he felt for Winnefred, and pushing her away constantly started to annoy me. His actions made Winnefred question herself, made her think that if she could change into a proper lady that perhaps he would care for her, love her. And that really annoyed me. I didn’t like that the bold Winnefred that I loved wanted to change herself to please a man. Ugh. For me Gideon’s issues kept him from realising the truth way too long. His epiphany only came at the very end, after he hurt Winnefred, and that just made me angry.
The secondary romance of Lilly was very sweet, and I enjoyed it.
This was an enjoyable romance, which I would have loved had the push-pull actions of Gideon not gone on as long as they did.
She considered him quietly. He hadn't shouted, or cursed, or even snapped at her. His voice had remained perfectly even. But the authority—in the tone, in the words—was all but palpable.
She took the seat across from him, suddenly fascinated. "I've been wondering how you managed to captain a ship for all those years. I was beginning to suspect you injured your leg during a bout of mutiny."
"Delighted to have satisfied your curiosity," he answered in the same unforgiving voice. "Your reasons, Winnefred. I'll have them now."
She sat up straighter in her chair. "I am not a sailor aboard your ship to be ordered about. And my reasons are none of your business."
"On the contrary, and to my considerable frustration at the moment, you, and everything you do, are my concern until I deliver you into the care of my aunt."
The mention of frustration at having to care for her until he could hand her over to someone else made her heart stutter and the edges of her vision turn red. It was an irrational and disproportionate reaction to an offhand comment, she knew, but she was helpless to stem the anger. She'd had her fill of being delivered from one person to the next as a child.
Her eyes narrowed to slits. "I have no interest in being anyone's burden, Gideon. And I will not be passed between members of the Haverston family like an inconvenient head cold."
She rose from her seat and turned to leave, but Gideon stood and caught her hand before she could escape.
"Sit down," he said softly.
"No." She tugged her arm. "Let go."
"Winnefred, please."
She stopped pulling at his plea but didn't resume her seat.
Gideon gave her arm a gentle squeeze. "My frustration is with this particular conversation, not with you. I apologize for my poor choice of words."
"The conversation is with me."
"It is not our first disagreement." He gave her a disarming smile. "Can we not settle this one as we have others?"
"I haven't a rifle to hit you with."
"We'll make do."
How had things gone so terribly wrong? She wasn't supposed to be returning to Murdoch House in defeat, and she most certainly was not supposed to be returning alone.
Lilly should be there. And Gideon. High-handed, muleheaded, wonderful Gideon. She'd never admitted it, not even to herself, but a part of her had expected him to come back to Murdoch House with her. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that no part of her had been able to imagine going back without him.