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The Spare

By: Carolyn Jewel | Other books by Carolyn Jewel
Published By: Carolyn Jewel, Author
Published: Mar 31, 2011
ISBN # 9780983382614
Word Count: 95,000
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Categories: Romance>Historical Regency


The Spare by Carolyn Jewel - Romance>Historical Regency eBook

She’s missing a day from her life. He thinks she may have killed his brother.

“A delightful battle-of-wills romance, tinged with suspense.” (Kathe Robin, Romantic Times)

Seriously wounded in his last naval encounter, Captain Sebastian Alexander returns home to recuperate and inherit the earldom vacated by his deceased brother. As a party of relatives and friends visits the Pennhyll Castle to celebrate the year’s end, red-haired Olivia Willow is invited to even out the numbers. But the new Earl of Teirn-Cope has a hidden agenda for Olivia’s invitation.

The forthright and resilient Olivia witnessed the murderous attack on the earl’s brother, an incident she’s blocked from her memory. Is it possible she had something to do with his brother’s death? As the truth slowly comes to light, Sebastian and Olivia’s lives are changed forever.

The Spare is a Regency romance murder mystery. If you like well-plotted tales, engaging passion, and a touch of gothic, then you’ll love Carolyn Jewel's steamy and mysterious novel.

Buy The Spare to solve the dark and romantic mystery today!
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“I’ve spoken at length with your cousin. He, too, is concerned by the way in which James singles you out, and upon less knowledge of the circumstances than I. In the main, I should say, he has convinced me he has your interests at heart.” He plucked the edge of her shawl, twitching it over her shoulders. “Given the circumstances, your cousin is prepared to make amends in the only way left him. With all that my family has done, I cannot help but feel responsible for you.”
“I told you before, I don’t want your pity.”
“You do not have it.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “Let there be no mistake. Marriage, Miss Willow, is what your cousin intends and what James does not. Your cousin’s offer you will have in earnest.”
A sick feeling uncurled in the pit of her stomach. Her head throbbed. “He doesn’t love me. Nor do I love him.”
“What does that signify?” His eyes snapped with frost. “You do not know him well, for all that you are such near relations. But he has much to recommend him. He’s possessed of a substantial estate, as well you know, and can certainly support a wife in comfort. Your antecedents are impeccable. Though by marrying you he would raise your from your present difficulties, he, on the other hand, cannot be said to be marrying down. It is a remedy he ought to have seen sooner than this.”
“Was it your idea?”
“Not entirely. Come along.”
When they reached the door from which they’d exited, Tiern-Cope held it open. “Come now, Miss Willow, you must admit your future is not a bright one. Marriage to your cousin is an excellent solution. Nothing could be more logical.”
“I am sure that’s so.”
He followed her through to the salon. At the doorway to the interior hall, he stopped her with a hand to her elbow. “He will be here for the ball and that bloody ridiculous seance of Diana’s. When he proposes, Miss Willow, you will accept him.”
“I don’t want to marry him. He makes me— Oh, I can’t describe it.” His eyebrows lifted in amusement, and she knew what he was thinking. “You are a wicked man. Not that.”
“Not what?”
“Uneasy. He makes me uneasy.” Lord, his eyes were blue.
“You’re not used to being courted.”
“It’s not as if I’ve never had a beau.”
“Very well, then courted by someone you do not know well. Doubtless you would be— uneasy —if I were courting you.”
“That’s unkind, my lord.”
“How so?” He waved a hand, towering over her. “Marriage is the only solution to your predicament.” She couldn’t back up because he continued to hold her elbow. He put his back to the door. His eyes moved around the room, paused on something and then focused on her. “Have you another candidate in mind? You have only to tell me his name, and I will do what I can for you.”
“Women like me don’t have their pick of suitors.”
“What do you mean, women like you?” He leaned against the wall by the door, arms over his chest.
“Like me. Like this.”
“Like what?” He captured her wrist. “Women like what, Miss Willow?”
“My lord.” Did he not understand the problem? “I have red hair.”
“By God, you do.” And then he kissed her.

The Spare

By: Carolyn Jewel