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Just when you thought the air conditioner was cool enough, here comes Lord Hugh…and those intense blue eyes….
Here’s the latest: Young widow Eleanor of Strathcombe has never a met a more infuriating man than her arrogant neighbor, Lord Hugh of Wykeham. First he accuses her of being responsible for the poachers running rampant, then he begins feuding with her over the control of their forest boundaries. Not about to give in to him, Eleanor strikes back. But unsettling feelings confront her as she deals with Hugh, feelings she never felt in her brief, loveless marriage.
When Lord Hugh returns from the Crusade to discover his forest is being poached upon, he’s justifiably furious. Knowing that his people would never betray him, it’s clear it must be that Lady Eleanor whose lands border his–a woman who obviously has not the faintest idea about how to run an estate and is too busy fluttering and dithering about to take care of business. Sure that she will quickly succumb to his demands, Hugh is astounded when instead the she stands up to him. And as the attraction builds between them, he’s forced to realize that his assumptions about Eleanor were all wrong. But he’ll have to learn trust to win this young widow’s heart…
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Naturally, Lady Eleanor has no idea that the U.S.A. will exist, since she lives in England, in 1272, but, if she knew, she would laud the brave knights–er–military who have served their country well and kept it free. Eleanor knows something of bravery herself, she who confronts that arrogant Lord Hugh and the sleazy Lord Litchfield to keep her lands and even her young sister safe. Never underestimate the power of an intelligent young woman, right, dear readers? Ah, and how that intelligence can be used to further her own interests, especially that interest especially targeted at Lord Hugh….
Of course, Lady Eleanor has no idea Hawaii even exists, but, if she did, she would love to be there with (sigh!) Lord Hugh….The spirit of aloha, indeed…..
Ah, Eleanor gazes out her window at the forest, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lord Hugh riding through the forest, but, nay, ’tis not to be. ‘Twould be so wonderful to share St. Valentine’s Day with him, even though he doth treat her like a ninny sometimes, which is completely unacceptable. She promises herself to vanquish him eventually, however, and perhaps their hearts will be united as one, but not before she has taught him a serious lesson about the poaching in the forest and her supposed mismanagement of her lands. Then he will discover what he refuses to acknowledge: her intelligence and courage — and heart….
Ah, there he is, the little rascal! Eleanor can easily find the elusive groundhog, but she struggles to find the heart of that elusive, handsome Lord Hugh! Where is Lord Hugh? Hunting in the chase? And for what is he hunting? Surely not love — nay, not that cold-hearted, untrusting Lord Hugh, who condescends to her and to all women. Eleanor is quite sure, being the intelligent young woman she is, that Lord Hugh has a soft, vulnerable spot in his heart. But, alas, to find it will take all her intelligence and courage. Easier to find a groundhog, no?
Eleanor wishes all a very happy Christmas (as they say in England). Clasping her hands together in wishful thinking, she admits to herself that her Christmas would be complete with a special visit from (you guessed it!) that handsome Lord Hugh. Will he arrive with all his knights to toast the Christmas Eve in the Great Hall? She gazes out the window at her forests, hoping against hope she will see his entourage making its way through the trees. Do you think he can put aside his quarrel with her for just one day and feel the Christmas spirit? Ah, truth be told, he does have feelings for her, as well, but chooses to try and ignore them. We never know what the magic of Christmas can bring, dear readers!
Ah, yes, he doesn’t resemble the rotund fellow garbed in red with whom we are familiar, but Eleanor knows this San Nicola, the original Santa Claus. She has a few wishes for gifts under the tree, and one of them has intense blue eyes, a haughty manner, and–she is sure–a heart she wants to try to win. Will she receive her wish, dear reader?
Eleanor, of course, has no idea about any holiday called Thanksgiving, she who lives in England in 1272. America, and the dream of another continent, are only gleams in an explorer’s eye, but Eleanor does have much for which to be thankful, her friends, her servants, and most important, of course, that handsome, arrogant Lord Hugh. Well, ’tis true, she is not so thankful for his arrogance, but, using her wits and intelligence, she hopes to change that. Her heart does beat apace when she thinks of sitting down to a feast with him, looking into those intense blue eyes. ‘Tis all she can do to keep her eyes on her plate and focus on her capon and pheasant. Ah, dear readers, for what are you thankful? Do you have a handsome gentleman with an intense gaze for whom you languish and pine? With any luck, he is not as arrogant as Lord Hugh, but you are up to the task of taming him, no? Happy Thanksgiving!