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    Holly

    By Blair Bancroft

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    Holly Hammond, an independent, sharp-tongued former tavern wench, has reached the pinnacle of her ambition, flying high as a sparkling London courtesan—until she finds herself out on the street, pregnant with twins. Her choices are few: live the false life of a widow in some distant corner of the realm or give up her child. And then, an offer out of the blue. For what might be the highest price ever placed on a courtesan, she is bartered into marriage with a stranger.

    Royce Kincade is a stalwart, upright border Scot who fixes his sight on the prize at the end of the rainbow, giving little thought to such pitfalls as his wife's determined independence, the possible outrage of his relatives, or the reappearance of the babies' natural father. Not surprisingly, both Holly and Royce are left to wonder if theirs is a marriage made in Heaven or in Hell.

    Author's Note: The novellas of the Aphrodite Academy series go beyond the traditional Regency novel to explore what might have happened to young women, from ladies to tavern wenches, to whom life has been unkind. I call this genre "Regency Darkside." The language is saucy, the sex occasionally graphic, but the stories are driven by plot and characters, not the sex scenes. And traditional Happily Ever After endings prevail.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBlair Bancroft
    Release dateNov 13, 2014
    ISBN9780985706395
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    Blair Bancroft

    Blair Bancroft recalls receiving odd looks from adults as she walked home from school at age seven, her lips moving as she told herself stories. And there was never a night she didn't entertain herself with her own bedtime stories. But it was only after a variety of other careers that she turned to serious writing. Blair has been a music teacher, professional singer, non-fiction editor, costume designer, and real estate agent. She has traveled from Bratsk, Siberia, to Machu Picchu, Peru, and made numerous visits to Europe, Britain, and Ireland. She is now attempting to incorporate all these varied experiences into her writing. Blair's first book, TARLETON'S WIFE, won RWA's Golden Heart and the Best Romance award from the Florida Writers' Association. Her romantic suspense novel, SHADOWED PARADISE, and her Young Adult Medieval, ROSES IN THE MIST, were finalists for an EPPIE, the "Oscar" of the e-book industry. Blair's Regency, THE INDIFFERENT EARL, was chosen as Best Regency by Romantic Times magazine and was a finalist for RWA's RITA award. Blair believes variety is the spice of life. Her recent books include Historical Romance, Romantic Suspense, Mystery, Thrillers, and Steampunk, all available at Smashwords. A long-time resident of Florida, Blair fondly recalls growing up in Connecticut, which still has a piece of her heart.

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      Holly - Blair Bancroft

      Holly

      by Blair Bancroft

      Published by Kone Enterprises

      at Smashwords

      Copyright 2014 by Grace Ann Kone

      For other books by Blair Bancroft,

      please see http://www.blairbancroft.com

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      Chapter 1

      Thornhill Manor - on the Thames, near Richmond

      No, no! Cecilia cried. That is not at all what we planned.

      But, Cecilia, my dear, Lady Juliana Rivenhall countered, the country would be a terrible place for poor Holly. Villages can be so judgmental—

      But no one would know. She’d just be a widow with a small child.

      Lady Rivenhall, headmistress of the Aphrodite Academy, and her two most successful graduates were gathered in the drawing room of the baroness’s private apartments. Arabella, Lady Ashford—known at the Academy as Belle—and her one-time roommate, Cecilia Lily, were seated on a blue and green silk brocade sofa. Lady Rivenhall sat facing them in a matching upholstered chair.

      Cecy, Belle said, with only the slightest hint in her tone that she thought their argument had run on too long, "Holly would be alone, knowing no one, with a small child to care for, and no one to turn to if anything should go wrong. A blush suddenly suffused her classically lovely face, framed in golden hair and marked by a pair of sky blue eyes. Now that I am–ah–in the family way myself, I can easily picture how it would be for her. It won’t do, Cecy, truly it won’t."

      Holly agrees with me, Cecy insisted, her chin squaring into a stubborn line. A quiet country cottage is exactly what she wants.

      She is mistaken, Juliana Rivenhall declared. As are you. How fortunate Mr. Black discovered your plan before you whisked Holly away to some godforsaken spot to suffer through childbirth on her own. Heaven alone knows what might have happened.

      Cecy opened her mouth to protest, snapped it closed. In retrospect, she could see Lady R’s point. A cottage in some county far from London had seemed idyllic when she and Holly spoke of it, but even though the necklace she sold—and Nick had so quickly redeemed—brought in enough money to pay for a midwife as well a cottage, giving birth among none but strangers was a daunting thought. But if Holly bore her babe at Boone Farm and settled into a cottage in St. John’s Woods, or some other location which accepted courtesans and the inevitable results of their liaisons, Holly would never be able to escape the stigma of bearing a bastard. In the country she could start over, perhaps find a decent man who would offer marriage . . .

      If she stays in town, Lady R declared, she would have our support. None of us are in want of funds, and we could be certain that she and the babe are both safe and comfortable.

      She would never be free! Cecy cried. She turned an anguished face to her former mentor. Please forgive me, but I want her far away from town. We are ever so grateful for all you have done for us—what you do for girls like us is a miracle—but it’s time Holly moved on, as Belle and I have moved on. I want to see her have a chance for a real home and family. And she can’t do that unless she leaves the city behind.

      Belle, frowning, jumped into the fray with an argument of her own. Although I am happy to contribute, it is Mr. Everard who should pay. Just because he abandoned poor Holly does not mean he has no responsibility in this matter.

      Juliana huffed a snort of disgust. I fear it is the way of the world, my dear. Some men support a whole brood of children with their mistresses—you have only to look at the royal princes for proof of that! And other so-called protectors fly away at the first sign of disturbance to their love nests.

      Nick’ll be glad to have a word with him, Cecy offered, a spark of malevolence glinting in her green eyes. In fact, the very thought of it makes my day considerably brighter.

      Belle clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a gasp, but Juliana made no effort to hide a chortle of satisfaction. Oh yes, I should dearly love to see that. But do tell Mr. Black to leave the poor man in one piece. A dead man’s money is gone on the wind.

      Cecy shot a wounded look at the Baroness Rivenhall but did not protest. Just the sight of the notorious Nick Black should be enough to strike terror into the heart of the wealthy scion of one of England’s wealthiest banking families.

      But Lady R’s quick mind, satisfied that the babe’s father was not going to escape without some sort of retribution, was already embracing a new topic. Perhaps Holly should come here, she mused.

      What! her former pupils exclaimed in unison.

      And after the babe is born, I could arrange a marriage, just as I have for some of the other girls.

      And the baby? Cecy challenged.

      There are many who want a child. I should have no trouble—

      I would have taken the babe myself, Cecy interjected, her tone knife-edged, if Holly had not already said no. Nick even agreed. In fact, he asked what trouble could a baby be compared to Fetch?

      So we are at an impasse, Juliana murmured, biting her lip in a rare display of emotion.

      I believe we are forgetting something, Belle said. The other two women turned questioning faces in her direction. Holly. It is Holly who must decide.

      Silence enveloped the sunny room as Cecy and Juliana mulled Belle’s statement and accepted, with reluctance, that she was right.

      Boone Farm, north of London

      A young woman, one of the farm’s many expectant mothers who shared the daily chores, paused in the open doorway to Holly Hammond’s bedchamber. Although Holly was eight months gone with child, she appeared neat as a pin as she looked up, her straight dark hair pulled into a severe bun at the nape of her neck, her dark eyes solemn. Holly, the girl said, there’s a visitor fer you. A real fancy lady, she is. Best leg it down as fast as you kin waddle. Though Mrs. Jamison says, ‘Mind the stairs.’

      A lady? Holly frowned. Cecy and Belle were such frequent visitors no one would describe them as a real fancy lady. So who . . .? Frowning, she put aside her mending, dragged herself to her feet, and descended the staircase, holding tightly to the rail. The lively creature inside her might have caused an extreme inconvenience to her usual confidant movements, but there was no way she was going to risk losing the poor little bastard. He—though why she was so certain it was a he, she couldn’t say—was here to stay, as much a part of her life as her arm or her leg. Or her heart. Poor wee mite. She’d find a way to make it up to him. She would go to the country, claim a husband she never had, and bring her babe up without the slightest hint of bastardy. No matter how lonely a life it might be. It was a sacrifice she must make, punishment for running away from home. For being dazzled by dreams of the wonders to be found in the great city of London. She had whored, and now she must pay for it.

      Holly reached the entry hall at last and turned toward the parlor. Oh! Her visitor’s striking face, framed in bronze hair and punctuated by a pair of striking amber eyes, was perfectly offset by a walking dress of sea green silk, tailored to perfection. Lady Juliana Rivenhall. Lady R. Or the Dragon Lady, as they sometimes called her.

      Holly, my dear. Juliana Rivenhall rose to her feet, holding out both hands. With a sob catching in her throat, Holly rushed forward to seize her hands, the handhold quickly turning into a hug as tears flowed down both sets of cheeks.

      When both women had wiped their eyes and were seated on the parlor’s well-worn furniture, Juliana took a deep breath and said, Holly, you know I consider all my girls family and wish only the best for you. But . . . She paused, studying the carpet for a moment as if it held the answer to the question that eluded them all. I cannot believe that raising a child alone in a village full of strangers is the right thing to do. Far better you should come to me. You know I have always promised shelter to any of my girls who needed it.

      Holly swallowed the sharp laugh that bubbled in her throat. Raise her babe—her boy babe—at the Aphrodite Academy? Grateful as she was for the offer, she couldn’t quite believe her ears. But this was the woman who had forced her to speak the king’s English, made certain she could converse in French as well. The woman who had overseen her study of history, literature, art, and politics, vastly improved her taste in clothes, and opened a window on nearly every sexual proclivity man had yet invented.

      And successfully launched her into the glittering world of high-priced courtesans. Only to be tripped up by her own carelessness, her tendency to rush heedlessly ahead, disregarding well-meant advice. So now, here she was at Boone Farm with her belly sticking out a mile and nothing to fall back on but the good manners she had learned from the woman standing before her.

      My lady, Holly said in her most neutral tone, just what did you have in mind? In all her days at the Academy she had never seen the dynamic Lady R disconcerted, but for a moment the Baroness Rivenhall seemed unable to reply. As happened all too often, Holly’s sharp tongue was faster than her brain. Or her good intentions. My lady, surely even a strange village would be less isolated than Thornhill Manor.

      Lady R visibly winced, Holly’s meaning all too clear. Men—except for the male models used in the Academy’s graphic demonstrations—were not allowed to set foot inside the grounds of the Thames-front mansion. And the residents seldom ventured out—not until they were ready to be put on display as the Aphrodite Academy’s latest additions to the world of highly polished, exorbitantly expensive courtesans.

      That is not . . . Juliana tried again. I have no intention of asking you to return to that life, Holly. After you are recovered from your confinement, I can arrange a marriage for you, if that is your wish.

      There was something not being said here. Holly’s frown turned to a scowl. And the babe?

      Lady R actually squirmed—Holly could scarcely believe her eyes. But the

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