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Friday FreebitsI don’t know about anyone else, but lately the time has been flying by! Here it is Friday again. This week’s Friday Freebit is from Lord Esterleigh’s Daughter, Book 1 of “The Serpent’s Tooth” trilogy. Here Anne encounters Peter Marlowe for a second time, under somewhat inauspicious circumstances. While attempting to sneak away from her father’s hall, she is startled and takes a fall. It’s all Peter’s fault.

“The novel excels in that it introduces a myriad of characters, all of whom leave the reader wanting more. I’ve noticed a lot of comparisons to Jane Austen or rather “the dark side” of Jane Austen. … if anything, I would reference Daniel Defoe or Henry Fielding, though there is little comedy in Anne’s journey. The novel is quite gothic in fact. All in all, Lord Esterleigh’s Daughter  is an interesting read that aptly captures the period in which it is set.” — Caroline Wilson Writes

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“Are you hurt?” He bent toward her.

She flinched away. “No thanks to you, I think I’ve escaped permanent injury.” She turned her eyes on him, a glowering look that held a trace of fear.

The look took him aback. “Forgive me, I was afraid that you—”

Her eyes softened, a rush of color surged in her cheeks. She turned away, as if embarrassed. “Is it your custom to go around sneaking up on people?” She rose gingerly, flexing her left ankle.

“To be quite truthful, it’s not.” He smiled sheepishly and scrambled to his feet. “Is it your custom to go climbing over walls?” He found her shoes in the grass and deferentially offered them to her. “Sensible people would use the gate.”

“Perhaps I’m not sensible!” Without a word of gratitude, she snatched the offering from him and winced as she slipped her left foot into the boot. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go.”

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Fridays and FreeBits is a regular feature on Ginger Simpson’s blog, Dishin’ It Out. To read more excerpts from some great authors, click here.
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Friday FreebitsWelcome to another edition of Fridays and Freebits. This week’s excerpt from Lord Esterleigh’s Daughter takes place at the end of Chapter Three. Julia, Anne’s mother has died, and Anne, rather than keep her deathbed promise, has attempted to take her own life.

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“…The plot is fast-paced. The characters are well-developed… I recommend this story to those who like gothic fiction, and to those who are interested in aristocratic English society prior to the American Revolution.”
History from a Woman’s Perspective

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The girl stirred. He sat back, wiping away his tears, but she merely shifted her head on the pillow and pulled the blanket to her chin. Again he leaned over her. Early morning light now fell more sharply across her face, weaving patterns of brightness and shadow as the curtains rustled on the draft.

“Oh, my child!” he whispered. “You have every right to disdain me. I cannot begrudge you your feelings. But it will pass. It must! I mean to do right by you. I owe it to you…and to your mother.” He sat back in the chair, as she rolled onto her side, away from him. “There is so much you need to know, so much that only I can tell you. Trust me…just a little…and I will find a way to redeem myself in your eyes.”

It would not be easy. She remained steadfast in her animosity. Nothing could shake her resolve. She had been betrayed. Her world turned upside down.

Day and night he had sat by her side, cradling her in his arms when she cried out, wiping vomit from her chin, bathing her burning face and limbs with cool towels. Clutching her hand in that bleakest hour of the night, he saw in her glazed and dilated eyes that the spark of life had begun to fade. He clutched her against himself, as though to squeeze into her the very force that sustained him. Three days and nights passed before a flicker of light returned.

On the fourth night she asked for water. He poured out a glass from the pitcher on the bedside table and held it to her lips. She focused her eyes at him in the wavering light from the candle stub. She looked hard at him before recognition sent a pained expression over her face. Her eyes darkened, then filled with tears. Then she turned her face to the wall, and she wept.

She would not die. Yet, in that instant, she slipped away as surely as if death had taken her.

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Fridays and FreeBits is a regular feature on Ginger Simpson’s blog, Dishin’ It Out. To read more excerpts from some great authors, click here.

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