If
He’s Noble
Wherlockes # 7
Wherlockes # 7
By: Hannah Howell
Releasing July 28, 2015
Zebra
Blurb
New York Times bestselling
author Hannah Howell delivers adventure and instant attraction in this all-new
Wherlocke Family novel...
For
Lady Primrose Wootten nothing has been ordinary since her father the Baron died
and his wayward family filled the estate with greed and treachery. Primrose
knows if she can just track down her brother, he can send the odious relations
on their way. But instead she finds this enormous, powerful stranger, and
forgets entirely what she was doing in the first place...
Sir
Bened Vaughn isn't much afraid of a pistol. But he is a bit afraid of the woman
holding it, who stirs up something so primal he's not sure he can shake it off.
Vaughn is an honorable man, and he knows he has no right to desire Primrose.
Yet he does have an obligation to help her, and as they learn more about her
brother's disappearance, he realizes that means staying by her side...wanting
her all the while... and wondering how much longer they can resist
temptation...
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“Smudge! Where are you, you
obstinate beastie?”
Bened
reined to a halt and stared in the direction of that angry feminine voice. The
accent was
definitely that of a well-born
woman. What was some gentry lass doing deep in the forest with night coming on
fast? Aside from making a lot of noise, he thought, as he heard a loud
thrashing around in bushes followed by a faintly shocking litany of curses that
would make a stable boy proud.
He
sensed no threat so patiently waited for whoever was stomping through the woods
calling for a horse, the same speckled gray mare he could see calmly grazing
several yards away to his left. When a small, bedraggled woman stumbled out of
the shadows of the thick trees, Bened actually caught his breath, surprised by
the sight of her as well as his reaction. His heartbeat picked up its pace.
Something it had never done at the sight of a woman. Certainly not for one like
her. She was not the type of woman who usually caught his interest or
attention.
She
was short, delicate of build, yet shapely in a way that would please any man.
Her hair was a mass of long, thick blond curls now cluttered with twigs and
leaves. A look of angry frustration did nothing to dim the innocent beauty of
her heart-shaped face. The flush of anger coloring her cheeks actually looked
good on her fair skin. She was the perfect example of a gentle-bred
Englishwoman except for the pistol she held aimed at his heart.
The
pistol looked too big for her small, longfingered hand but that hand did not
tremble. Bened still experienced no sense of a true threat from her; saw no
dangerous enemy before him. He supposed it made sense for the woman to have a
pistol while running around in the woods and to point it at some stranger she
met. It was, in truth, the only indication that she had recognized the
precarious position she was in. He frowned at how fiercely she squinted at him
and realized her eyesight might not be very keen.
“Do
you intend to use that?” he asked as he very carefully dismounted.
“Do
not move.”
“I
mean you no harm, m’lady.”
“How
do you know I am a lady?”
Bened
bit back a smile as she growled softly and rolled her eyes.
“That
was not what I meant to say,” she grumbled. “I meant how did you know who I
am?”
“I
do not. I but assumed your rank because of how you speak and the fine quality
of your clothing. I am Sir Bened Vaughn.” He stepped closer to her.
“You
are moving again.”
“I
know.” He took one swift, large step and snatched the pistol from her hand.
“I
told you to stop moving!”
“And I told you that I mean you no harm but I
do prefer not having a pistol pointed at me.”
“Fine.
I quite understand that but I need you to hold still. Considering your size, I
suspect you have large, booted feet and I have lost my spectacles around here
somewhere. I would rather you did not find them by stomping on them.”
Hannah D. Howell is a
highly regarded and prolific romance writer. Since Amber Flame, her first
historical romance, was released in February 1988, she has published 25 novels
and short stories, with more on the way. Her writing has been repeatedly
recognized for its excellence and has "made Waldenbooks Romance Bestseller
list a time or two" as well as was nominated twice by Romantic Times for
Best Medieval Romance (Promised Passion and Elfking's Lady). She has also won
Romantic Times' Best British Isles Historical Romance for Beauty and the Beast;
and, in 1991-92 she received Romantic Times' Career Achievement Award for
Historical Storyteller of the Year.
Hannah was born and
raised in Massachusetts (the maternal side of her family has been there since
the 1630's). She has been married to her husband Stephen for 28 years, who she
met in England while visiting relatives, and decided to import him. They have
two sons Samuel, 27, and Keir, 24. She is addicted to crocheting, reads and
plays piano, attempts to garden, and collects things like dolls, faerie and cat
figurines, and music boxes. She also seems to collect cats, as she now has four
of them, Clousseau, Banshee, Spooky, and Oliver Cromwell.
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