Yuletide Lies
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‘Tis the Season for secrets... and for true love.
Lord Braden’s crumbling castle is filled with homeless and hard-luck creatures of all sorts. Today he’s brought home something new—the young heiress he intends to wed was injured in a tragic accident. What will this proper, civilized miss think of his unconventional ways? This was not how he planned their first meeting to go!
Cassandra Loring expected to wake up dead. Instead, she finds herself in a remote and mysterious castle, tended by a host who clearly has something to hide. With danger nipping close at her heels, Cassandra allows him to mistake her for someone she’s not—the woman he is planning to marry! There’s only one way out of this mess: she needs to be gone long before Christmas Eve ushers in his wedding day... no matter how much she wishes to stay.
Susan Gee Heino
Susan Gee Heino is an award winning, multi-published author of Regency Historical romance. She lives in rural Ohio and welcomes readers to contact her via her website, www.SusanGH.com.
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Yuletide Lies - Susan Gee Heino
Yuletide Lies
A Regency Christmas Novel
by Susan Gee Heino
Copyright © 2012 by Susan Gee Heino
Cover design by Lewellen Design.
Excerpt from Miss Farrow's Feathers copyright © by Susan Gee Heino
Smashwords edition
Other Regency Historical Romance
by Susan Gee Heino:
Miss Farrow's Feathers
Miss Wheaton's Whiskers
Passion and Pretense
Temptress in Training
Damsel in Disguise
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www.SusanGH.com
Dedication
For all those who've ever selflessly shared their life with a creature
who could give nothing back but pure, unconditional love.
It was well worth the effort, wasn't it?
Chapter 1
The Midlands, England, 1814
Being cold to the bone had never been one of Cassandra's favorite conditions. Being cold and wet was even lower on her list of preferred circumstances. Today, however, had brought a new element. Today she was cold, wet and quite terrified on top of it all. This was, by far, the most awful state she had ever found herself in.
And things seemed to be getting worse.
Please make the man drive more slowly!
she begged, although Papa was doing his best to pretend he was asleep and therefore immune to her distress.
Mr. Rovish, however, was not sleeping. He leaned forward in his seat and smiled at her. The frantic jostling of the rickety carriage on this abysmal excuse for a road seemed to have no ill effect on him. But then again, Mr. Rovish was so vile, so thoroughly abysmal himself that it seemed entirely possible the man's constitution might thrive on this discomfort that they'd been enduring for the past many hours.
How many hours she truly had no clue. Their journey so far had seemed endless.
Is the delicate lady concerned for her safety?
he asked, although his tone sounded anything but concerned.
I fear I shall be covered in bruises by the time we get wherever it is we are going,
she said sharply, hoping perhaps Papa might hear her and put his head up just long enough to order their driver to take more care for his passengers.
If the driver would, indeed, take orders from Papa. Early on Papa had told her he was in charge of this ill-conceived venture, but as the day had gone on she'd begun to wonder at that. It was beginning to seem Papa had little to say about things and Mr. Rovish held sway of their plans and their perilous speed. Cassandra did not like it any one bit.
If Papa had confessed to her what they were about when he convinced her—by falsehood, as usual—to trust him, she'd never have allowed herself to get pulled into this scheme. Heavens, what on earth good could come out of this? Papa was a fool and Grandmother must be worried sick by now. It was cruel what Papa and Mr. Rovish had planned even if they did assure her that no one would suffer. After hours and hours in this carriage, she was most definitely suffering and it was becoming clear no one cared in the least.
Once again she'd let herself believe her father was capable of warm, parental feelings for her and now look where it had gotten her. Miles away from home and utterly wretched. She supposed she deserved all this misery for being such a fool.
Would the lady prefer a more comfortable seat?
Mr. Rovish said, his voice oily and low. Come sit yourself over here. I'll make you quite comfortable.
She did not bother to honor his disgusting offer with a reply. No doubt the sickened expression on her face would be enough to let him know just what she thought of that suggestion. The man was a beast. How on earth could Papa consider him his friend? Had the misguided old man truly sunk so low as this? Then what did that say of her?
Nothing good, obviously, for here she was with him. Unwilling, perhaps, but here she was, a participant in this hateful plot. And just days before Christmas! She should have never let things go this far, should have called for help at the inn where they stopped to get a quick meal and trade out the horse.
But of course she hadn't. For Papa's sake, she'd kept quiet and done just as she'd been told. She'd acted her part and let the innkeeper catch a glimpse of her, just enough to be memorable.
As per Papa's terrible plan, Grandmother would no doubt send men out to hunt for her. After all, what would make the dear woman suspicious that the note she received saying Cassandra was kidnapped could have possibly come from Papa? Grandmother's search party would only discover witnesses who had seen her in company of two disreputable looking men. Grandmother would never guess it was all a ruse. She'd pay the ransom as ordered and call it a miracle when Cassandra was safely returned. Papa and his crony would pocket the money and expect Cassandra to keep quiet or risk seeing Papa tossed into jail. It was awful and unfair.
Drat the horrible Mr. Rovish! She knew it all had to be his doing. Papa was content to spend his days with the bottle; he would hardly have gone to all the trouble to think this scheme up on his own. Shame on him—and on her as well—for falling into Mr. Rovish's clutches to be used in such a manner. Of course Grandmother could easily afford the ransom Papa said they would demand, but this whole thing was very, very wrong.
And she was beginning to fear she ought not trust that Mr. Rovish would allow it to end as it was designed. The way he eyed her from across the dim carriage seats... oh, but she hated him. Just what, exactly, did he have in mind for her aside from his hopes for ill-gotten gain?
Perhaps it would be best if she did not contemplate that. Oh, but if only Papa would stand up to the man, would do something to convince her he was still in control and she would end up safely returned to Grandmother once their dratted ransom was paid! But Papa made no move, uttered no sound. His head lolled against the worn leather of the thin padding along the carriage wall.
How could he sleep at a time like this? Infuriating man! She should never have let silly sentiment warm her toward him. Papa had always been a useless dreg, ever since the day Mamma went to her reward and left a very young Cassandra alone with him. Heavens, she shuddered to think what might have come of her if Grandmother hadn't tracked them down and taken her back to live at Wythelea Abby.
In all honesty, though, she had to admit she'd probably have ended up just about where she was now. It was a very bleak realization.
Wake up, Papa,
she said when she could take no more of Mr. Rovish's leering. Surely we must be nearing our destination. It will be night soon and I cannot imagine you expect to travel these wintry roads after dark.
He still slumbered away, despite the ferocious jostling of the carriage. Oh, but the old fool must be drunk. She'd seen him nipping from the flask he thought he'd concealed so cleverly in his ill-fitting coat. How could he do that, drink himself into oblivion while she was trapped here with the lusty eyed Mr. Rovish? This venture just got worse and worse and she would have kicked herself if she could.
As it was, however, she thought it might be best to save any violent efforts for Mr. Rovish. He was still sneering at her and leaning forward in his seat. She recoiled from his polluted breath when he spoke.
It appears your dear father is rather dead to the world, my dear Miss Loring.
Even the man's laughter was foul.
She nudged Papa with an elbow. Papa, look out the window and tell me where we are.
We are nowhere,
Mr. Rovish answered for him. Nowhere at all, I'm afraid.
"We have to be somewhere, she corrected.
Papa instructed the driver and no doubt he'll know where we are."
She nudged him again, none too gently. His head rolled on his shoulders, his chin coming to rest on his chest but his eyes remained closed and he made no response to her nudging. She tried even harder, then patted his cheek. It was then she noticed the unthinkable.
He was cold! Good lord, but she shook him in desperation. His head banged against the carriage sides, but he was no closer to waking than he had been. His eyes did slide open just a bit, however. They were glassy and dull.
Dear God! She pulled away from him, plastering herself against the far side of their seat. Papa just sat there, his spare flesh sagging with the motion of the carriage and his eyes glaring with unseeing persistence. His head tipped at a cock-eyed angle and the corner of his lips drooped slightly open.
Papa was dead.
"Why look, Miss Loring. It appears I was correct. Your father is dead to the world."
It was true. Papa had died on her! Now she was alone with Mr. Rovish, far, far away from everything she knew. Indeed, he had been correct on all counts. Papa was dead and she, as far as the rest of the world was concerned, truly was nowhere.
She took stock of her situation and did the only thing she could think of. She dove for the door.
But Mr. Rovish was quick. He grabbed her before she could make good an escape, though not before her actions had unlatched the door. It swung open, revealing a sleeting twilight landscape of windblown wilderness. They were jouncing precariously along the edge of a muddy, rock-strewn hillside. The ground beyond the carriage door fell dramatically away and Cassandra realized that had she been able to throw herself out as she'd intended, she'd most assuredly have ended up worse off than her current situation. Which was not very good.
Mr. Rovish had his greasy hands on her, pulling her up into the seat beside him and pressing her to his side. She was determined not to make things easy for him, however. She fought and kicked and then screamed when Papa's body came tipping forward into her lap. Mr. Rovish laughed, which simply proved him to be even more of a monster than she had already determined.
He booted Papa back onto the opposite seat and then pinned Cassandra against the wall, holding her there with one firm hand while the other reached into his coat. It came out with a pistol. She barely contained another scream.
Now, my dear, if you'd be so kind as to stop this infernal struggling and simply let me have my way with you,
he said.
She struggled all the more, until the pistol was pressed against her cheek.
"I will do as I intend, he hissed.
And I won't mind doing it when you've got a bullet in you. So you might as well give up and live a while longer. If you're a very good girl, in fact, I might let you live a long, long time."
You wouldn't dare kill me,
she said and the break in her voice gave away the full terror she felt.
Wouldn't I?
he asked. I had no qualms about killing your father.
"You did that?" She had assumed it was all the years of Papa's dissolute life that had finally caught up with him. Apparently not.
You can't believe it's simple coincidence, can you? No, I put something into his bloody flask at our last stop. Took the stupid fool this long to finally imbibe enough to do the job, though. Apparently he thought he was hiding it from you.
He laughed again at the macabre situation. Cassandra's stomach roiled. It was bad enough to think Papa's worthless heart had finally stopped pumping all on its own, but to realize this was murder... What on earth was she going to do?
Now, let's just get this over with. Keep still if you don't want the pistol to go off. It would be a shame to join poor Papa in the afterlife so very quickly, wouldn't it?
He moved over her as if he actually expected her to comply. Indeed she would not! An eternity spent rotting away wherever Papa had gone seemed infinitely preferable to whatever Mr. Rovish had planned for her. She shut her eyes, gritted her teeth, and shoved the man with all the force she could muster.
Apparently she had mustered quite a lot. He lost his balance on the narrow seat and had to take the pistol away from her face long enough to catch himself from falling. She took advantage of this and brought her knee up sharply, connecting with his chin. He swung viciously at her, bringing the pistol back to aim, but she kicked at his arm. The carriage exploded with sound. The gun had gone off, the smell of burnt powder filled the air and for a moment she waited to feel the searing pain of a lead ball. But she felt nothing beyond the jostle of the carriage and the wind howling through the door as it slammed back and forth.
Mr. Rovish was still looming over her, though. And laughing.
You think your petty efforts are going to stop me? Oh, you are quite wrong, my dear.
The spent pistol smoked in his hand, but it seemed every bit as lethal as before. He might not be able to shoot her just now, but clearly the man was not about to let go of his plans. All she'd accomplished was to assure her death would be by much slower, more painful means than gunfire.
She tried to lash out, to kick him again, but the carriage lurched and her aim was off. He laughed again, then stopped as something heavy thumped against the side of the carriage. It lurched again and she was crushed against the wall as they were thrown sideways. One of the front wheels seemed to be grinding, causing them to list dangerously close to the edge of the slick roadway. The loud thumping continued.
Mr. Rovish steadied himself and peered out the gaping door. Cassandra tried to position herself to knock him off his perch and hopefully out the door, but he was too wary for that. He held the doorframe securely and then pulled back to glare at her.
Damn you, girl,
he spat. You made me shoot the driver!
What? Heavens, was it true? When the gun had gone off the bullet penetrated the carriage and killed their lone driver? This was very, very bad for them!
Mr. Rovish swore. Now the poor sap's fallen off and gotten tangled up in our wheel. I don't know how I'll—
He didn't get to finish his words. The carriage was leaning too far. They hit a rock which bounced them both, and Mr. Rovish tumbled out the door. Cassandra didn't have time to wish him a broken neck, though, because only a few feet farther the carriage jerked sideways and followed the man right over the edge of the jagged hillside. More than a hillside, really. It could have been called, quite accurately, a cliff.
She was tossed around inside and would likely have tumbled out the open doorway herself if not for Papa's thick body landing on her and partially pinning her to the floor between the seats. She struggled to move from under him, to catch her breath, but the carriage was rolling. The horse screamed into the night and Cassandra was jumbled about. Her heart pounded and her head ached. It was impossible to tell up from down and the fall seemed to go on endlessly. She must be falling to the center of the earth.
Then suddenly all was still. Splinters of wood from broken carriage bits jabbed her. Papa's heavy arm was across her back, holding her to what was left of the leather bench. Her legs were pinned beneath broken planks. Slivers of dim, gray light filtered through the carriage windows, but