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THE BEWILDERED BRIDE
Advertisements for Love Book 4
BY VANESSA RILEY

Blurb

Ruth Croome, a Blackamoor heiress, was supposed to get married in a gorgeous wedding gown, made from her father’s exquisite fabrics. Instead, they eloped to Gretna Green and upon returning, their carriage was beset by highwaymen and she witnessed the murder of her new husband. Now, four years later, with a child, she wants to move on with her life. A marriage of convenience will do. Ruth already had a love for the ages.

Adam Wilky is really the heir to the Wycliff barony—which he never told Ruth. Too much danger. So many secrets. When he was nearly beaten to death and sold into impressment, he thought Ruth had died, too. Ready for revenge, he finally returns and discovers Ruth alive—with a son who could only be his—and she is furious to discover he lied to her. Now it’ll take more than remembered passion if he hopes to win his reluctant wife back…

Each book in the Advertisements for Love series is standalone story.

About the Book

The Bewildered Bride
by Vanessa Riley

Series
Advertisements for Love

Genre
Adult
Historical Romance

Publisher
Entangled Amara

Publication Date
August 12, 2019

THE BEWILDERED BRIDE
Advertisements for Love Book 4
BY VANESSA RILEY
© 2019 Vanessa Riley

Excerpt 

CHAPTER ONE

October 4, 1818, Gretna Green, Scotland

The words between my Adam and the innkeeper left me shaking.

Get your bed wench out of here.

A chemise slipping from my shoulder exposed our so-called sin.

How dare you bring a whore to my good establishment!

The hate echoed in my head, rattling and shaking my conscience.

I was frozen.

Torn between fleeing and defending my love, I settled for hiding with blankets at my chin.

How could that horrible man reduce my vows said before God to something illicit and tawdry?

Plink. Plink. Scatter.

Coins dropped to the floor.

My hearing was sharp, sharper than my sight, and I could picture Adam throwing pence to prove a point.

Didn’t he know points stabbed?

Even a rich man’s son could be killed.

Adam came back inside our room and slammed the door. “My love, we must leave. Ruthy, we have to be on the road sooner than I wanted.”

His voice was calm, like nothing had happened. He finished dressing, tied his perfect cravat, and leaned over the mattress, kissing my nose.

But I knew Adam.

He seethed.

He prayed and called for blessings but could curse like a hot-headed sailor.

My love’s cheeks were red, flushed with anger, and he kept clenching and unfurling his fingers as if he’d fight the next person who crossed his path.

“I adore you, my Ruth.”

My husband’s voice—perfection. So sweet to my ears, if a masculine sound could be called sweet. I couldn’t think when he whispered my name.

“Ruthy, my love, I’m going to the stables.”

I pressed my hand to my middle and pushed hard on my stomach to squash the wiggles and tingles inside.

“Wait here for me.”

“No, I must come with you,” I begged to stay at his side.

“No, my Ruthy. Another time you’ll get what you want. But this is for your safety. My wife must stay safe.”

Mesmerized, I nodded. His power over me was complete. He took his gold cross from his neck and put it about mine. “So, you won’t forget me while you dress.”

The trance ended when he turned and reached for the door latch.

“Don’t, Adam. Don’t do anything rash.” I wanted to say stupid, don’t do anything stupid, but that would push him into trouble. His hot temper surpassed mine when he thought I suffered.

“I won’t, Ruthy. I won’t be long.”

Fingering the cross, I decided to try one more time to keep him. I feared that I’d never see him again if he left this room. My hands came together, palms flat and pointing up toward him. “Adam, please stay. Let me dress and come with you. I don’t want us apart.”

“I’ll be back for you when our carriage is ready. My wife is not waiting in the cold.” He came back and kissed my forehead like a reward for a good girl.

But I was his girl. And he was all mine.

Tossing me a wink, Adam slipped to the door again. “I’ll be back soon, to help you lace up your corset and anything else I had a hand in removing.”

My husband loved his jokes, but his jaw was stiff. His face remained beet red. Anger would eat him up.

The door closed with a thud. The lock clicked.

I was alone.

I climbed out of bed and found my shoes. Low boots with hard soles were better than bare feet when running for your life.

I paced around the smallish mattress of the rented room. The bedclothes he’d tossed off when the innkeeper had pounded on the door lay here and there. A pillow flopped half against the bedpost.

It looked like a struggle, where a volatile argument had occurred, not an abandoned lovers’ nest.

The floorboards creaking under my shifting weight made my heart race.

I stopped, grabbed the pine footboard, and tried to breathe.

My ears perked to the footsteps outside my door.

I waited.

I suffered.

I kept watching the door that didn’t open.

The pounding in my head grew so loud I saw stars and could almost envision Adam coming across the threshold. But I knew that was my fear twisting up my insides.

The vengeful innkeeper had given us an hour to leave. That time couldn’t be up, not yet. Adam hadn’t returned.

My only possessions—a balled-up dress, a nightgown, a silver brush—I tossed into my trunk. I should lock it up, close the metal clasps, but I wasn’t done in this room and wanted to leave the way I came, on my husband’s arm

I picked up my pearls from the bed table. The smooth beads felt cold in my sweating palm. Five days ago, I’d worn them for Adam as we’d married with the anvil priest.

Adam had beamed at me with a wide lazy smile as he had tonight, before the knock upon our door.

The pearls.

The pearls were now slippery in my hand. I tossed them into the trunk before they fell and burst apart. Papa had given them to me for my birthday, something to wear for my coming-out. Or for a wedding to a groom he’d choose.

My concerns for my parents pressed. I pictured Mama rocking, blank faced, in a chair, fearing her wild child was lost to the streets. Gone a fortnight, traveling from London to Scotland and only now heading back—I must be dead to them. Surely, they think me killed, even slaughtered like my uncle.

Adam had persuaded me to send no note. He’d said it was too risky then had smothered my complaints in a kiss. That silver-tongued devil could convince me the world was flat, that I was the Queen of England. One look at me with his deep-gray, almost black, eyes would send me spinning. He wove sweet words about me—I was better than Papa’s silk—and I became boneless and agreeable and not myself.

I pounded the footboard with my palm. I was Mama’s wild child, at nineteen, her oldest. I had caused such trouble—breaking curfew, sneaking out, running from chaperones.

I sank onto the bed, trying to stop my sobs.

A full minute I sat before I couldn’t bear it and leaped up.

Sitting on sheets that had lost the warmth of Adam’s body but teased the scent of his Bay Rum cologne ripped everything wide open.

I didn’t know who owned these tears—Mama, Adam, or me?

I had to get out of this room that now felt too big and empty.

Over my corset and chemise, I yanked on my favorite dress. I buttoned it fast and crazy, missing hooks and holes. There wasn’t time to fix it, so I hid the uneven placard under my shawl.

This, my wedding gown, should be worn with care. Fragile, soft silk, colored in primrose yellow, I’d worn it with pride when I’d become Mrs. Adam Wilky.

Fussing and cussing sounded outside my door. Maybe the innkeeper had found another couple to evict.

I’d wait until the corridor cleared, and then I’d leave.

Quiet. No footsteps. No creaking floorboards.

Locking my heavy trunk, I then struggled with it, and walked out of the room.

I held my breath, tiptoeing with my head up.

Soon I was halfway to the stairwell, too far to turn back. My boldness and pride kept me from retreating. I shifted the trunk and mumbled that I was resilient. I was a Croome as much as a Wilky. That should mean I possessed strength like my papa and shrewdness like Mama.

But I was alone, and none of these notions seemed to stick, not when someone had cursed at me and wished me dead.

Resting for a moment, I brushed at the creases in my dress.

Mama’s hot scolds about lazy bones admonished my soul. The spring muslin gown should’ve been folded, placed with its bodice lines straight on the chair, not tossed with lover’s abandon, without thought or care.

I laughed, a gut-wrenching chuckle. Fleeing for my life had fashionable consequences.

Come on, Ruthy, I said to myself, modeling Adam’s way of keeping me calm. We were only a half day’s travel to London. A few more hours and we’d be at Nineteen Fournier to face my parents. The grief I’d caused shifted through my brainbox, raising questions I didn’t want to think about.

Did we rush to elope?

Had we found love too fast?

Would this passion last?

Yes.

Moonlight streamed through an open window. I headed toward it like a moth, swinging my heavy trunk. I peeked out the glass to get a glimpse of Adam or the carriage.

Nothing.

The light of the stars made the silver band on my finger sparkle. Pride cut through the confusion in my bosom. I am Mrs. Adam Wilky, the wife of a man who understands me better than any. He is worth it. I just need to find him.

I forced my chin to lift, forced my limbs to move, forced myself to believe I’d soon be safe in my husband’s arms.

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About Vanessa Riley…

Award winning, Amazon Bestselling author, VANESSA RILEY, worked as an engineer before allowing her passion for historical romance to shine. A Regency era (early 1800s) and Jane Austen enthusiast, she brings the flavor of diverse, eclectic peoples to her stories. The author of Madeline’s Protector, Swept Away, Unmasked Heart, The Bargain, and Unveiling Love, she has won the Beacon Award, the Colorado Award of Excellence, and placed in the International Digital Awards for her Regency romances. Vanessa Riley is a historical buff who has spent many years researching Regency society. During her undergraduate studies at Penn State, she gained a love of Western Civilization and took as many classes as she could while pursuing Bachelors and Master’s degrees in Mechanical Engineering. Her love of history has given her a passion for conducting precise research in architecture, customs, and rituals of the times. She lives in Atlanta with her career military husband and precocious child. You can catch her writing from the comfort of her southern porch with a cup of Earl Grey tea.

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5 Responses to Karen’s Killer Book Bench: THE BEWILDERED BRIDE, Advertisements for Love Book 4 by Vanessa Riley #Historical #Romance

  1. What a great tease to read the whole book! Sounds wonderful!

  2. Kathleen Bylsma says:

    Although not my cuppa anymore, this is going to be a hit!
    Thank you, Karen and Vanessa!

  3. Karen Docter says:

    Good morning, Vanessa, and welcome to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. I really enjoyed your excerpt. Poor Ruth and Adam! I can’t wait to see how they rediscover each other. Thanks for sharing your book with us today!

  4. Samantha says:

    I love historical romance. Thank you for sharing this one. It sounds very intriguing!

  5. Eileen AW says:

    Thanks for joining us and sharing your new release. This book sounds wonderful, definitely one I look forward to reading.

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