His Mistletoe Bride

His Mistletoe Bride

The Stanton Family, Book Four
Kensington Books
October 2012
ISBN: 978-1420114843

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When Major Lucas Stanton inherited his earldom, he never dreamed his property would include the previous earl’s granddaughter. Phoebe Linville is a sparkling American beauty, yes, but with a talent for getting into trouble. Witness the compromising position that forced them into wedlock. Whisked away to Mistletoe Manor, his country estate, it isn’t long before she is challenging his rules—and surprising him in and out of bed…

Phoebe has no intention of bowing to Lucas’s stubbornness even though he offers all that she wants. His kisses and unexpected warmth are enticing, but Phoebe is determined to show the Earl of Merritt what real love is all about. And if that takes twelve nights of delicious seduction by a roaring fire, she’s more than willing to reveal her gifts very slowly…

His Mistletoe Bride is a wonderful, romantic book that will have romance readers as well as Regency genre readers alike begging for more.” ~ Top Pick, Night Owl Reviews

“Kelly combines wit, innocent sensuality, and seduction in this tale of a forced marriage between a beautiful plain-speaking pacifist Quaker and a handsome war hero who inherits a rundown earldom. In 1817, Phoebe Linville leaves joyless Philadelphia and the strident lectures of her half-brother for a new life in London under the loving protection of her aristocratic grandfather. When her grandfather dies, she becomes the “possession” of Maj. Lucas Stanton, the new Lord Merritt. A challenging adventure ensues when a determined Phoebe and stubborn Lucas wind up in a compromising position that requires them to wed. Compassionate Phoebe has her hands full, between loving a lord whose heart was broken by another and hiding secrets about smugglers. Regency fans will enjoy the lessons on Christmas traditions, the art of seduction, and the triumph of reconciliation and love.” ~ Publishers Weekly

“Kelly pairs an aristocratic former military officer with a young American Quaker in this emotionally intense and beautifully crafted novel. With a small overview of Quaker life, and a large dose of romance, Kelly satisfies readers till the last page.” ~ 4 stars, RT Book Reviews

“Wildly sexy and romantic, this unforgettable Christmas tale of a seemingly impossible love will warm your heart and send you straight to the mistletoe.” ~ Kieran Kramer, USA Today bestselling author of Regency romance

“What an enchanting holiday tale…a delectable treat and the reward, a jolly good Christmas treat!” ~ 4 ½ stars, Affaire de Coeur Book Reviews

“This was my first time reading Vanessa Kelly and it won’t be my last! I loved the mix of family, steam, intriguing main characters and holiday cheer.” ~ 4 solid stars, Rogues Under the Covers

“Absolutely delicious, His Mistletoe Bride, the latest book by phenomenal author Vanessa Kelly, is a heartwarming, witty and passionate historical romance that will keep you up late into the night, eager to see what happens next. Ms. Kelly is a genius at bringing her characters and her stories to life right before your eyes.” ~ 5 Blue Ribbons, Romance Junkies

“There are Christmas books in which the holiday is just a backdrop, a stage setting that could be changed without significantly altering the story. Then, there are others in which the season is an inextricable part of the story, stories whose meaning would change in essential ways if the setting were different. His Mistletoe Bride belongs in the latter group. It’s a lovely, heartwarming story about romantic love, familial love, and love of one’s fellow human beings; it’s a story about forgiving and growing and opening one’s heart. It’s the best kind of Christmas romance. I highly recommend it.” ~ Just Janga

His Mistletoe Bride is an absolute hit with intelligent characters, an intriguing plot and overall charm. Ms. Kelly has crafted a beautiful romance novel with all the right elements to make it shine like a rare gem. This holiday season, treat yourself to a historical romance that will delight and entertain you, all the while showing you a beautiful story about falling in love.” ~ 4 Stars, The Romance Reviews

“An American Quaker and a former English soldier may seem an unlikely pairing, but in the skilled hands of Kelly, they become a perfect match in this heartwarming holiday romance…a holiday treat that’s not to be missed.” ~ 4-1/2 stars, The Romance Dish

His Mistletoe Bride was one of those books that had me smiling on page one and by the time I reached the last page I was full on grinning. It easily made my top 5 Christmas stories list with it’s utterly unique and quirky characters, entertaining storyline and the exciting addition of a bit of mystery and danger.” ~ 5 stars, Herding Cats & Burning Soup

“The Regency period has never been brought to fictional life in a more entertaining way than in HIS MISTLETOE BRIDE. There is one astounding occurrence after another all throughout this enchanting holiday story, and Vanessa Kelly makes each momentous occasion come across as totally believable.” ~ 5 stars, Single Title Reviews

“Vanessa Kelly offers a sensual and sweet treat with His Mistletoe Bride…a charmer.” ~ BookPage

“HIS MISTLETOE BRIDE, the latest book by author Vanessa Kelly, is a heartwarming, witty and passionate historical romance that will keep you up late into the night! This author brings the characters to life and you feel that you are in the story. HIS MISTLETOE BRIDE is a must read and I look forward to more from Vanessa Kelly.”  ~ Fresh Fiction

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The maid led her downstairs and through a simply ornamented entrance hall to the door of the drawing room.  “There, miss.  They’re waiting for you.”

Phoebe nodded, suddenly so nervous her knees shook.  She silently ordered the starch back into her muscles and opened the door.   What she saw brought her up short.

Mrs. Tanner sat in a low chair by the fireplace.  A very tall, broad shouldered man stood opposite her, on the other side of the chimneypiece.  He was very handsome—quite the handsomest man Phoebe had ever seen.  And when his attention, narrowed and intense, jumped to her it struck her with an almost physical force.

Alarm skittered along her nerves.  Absurdly, she had the impulse to back out of the room as quickly as she could.

Silly.  Why be afraid of someone you have never met? 

But as they stared at each other, she sensed some ill-defined peril, and she instinctively knew something dreadful was upon her.

Mrs. Tanner rose from her seat, momentarily splintering the tension.  “Phoebe, please come in.  This is a member of your grandfather’s family, Major Lucas Stanton, come to welcome thee to London.”

Phoebe slowly entered into the room, trying to shake the notion that she was approaching something awful and irrevocable.  The guarded expression on Mrs. Tanner’s face did nothing to dispel that impression.

Major Stanton took a step forward, looming—and looming seemed the only correct description—over her.  He was broad across the chest and shoulders, and every part of him looked hard and muscular.  Phoebe did not make a habit of dissecting the male figure, but he wore a well-tailored dark coat, pale, skin tight breeches, and tall leather boots, all of which showed off every line of his impressive physique.  Just looking at that brawny, masculine strength made her body hum with tension.

Cheeks flushing, she fixed her gaze on his face.  She found it disconcerting too, since his hard-cut, impassive features served as a stark contrast to eyes the color of a stormy sea.  The emotions she thought she perceived in their depths struck her as dangerous as the gales that had bedevilled her trip across the Atlantic.

“Major Stanton,” said Mrs. Tanner, “This is Miss Phoebe Linville.”

Phoebe stared up at him a moment longer, transfixed by his slashing cheekbones and the granite line of his jaw.  All the men she knew were farmers and shopkeepers, simple men who dressed plainly and looked nothing like this man.  Next to them, he resembled…well, she did not know what.  But she knew she had never met anyone like him, though they had yet to exchange even a simple greeting.

His gaze, somber and wary, turned to one of puzzlement, jolting her into motion.  The poor man must think she was a wordless half-wit.

Though Quakers generally made it a point not to bow or curtsy before those of higher station, she dipped low, ignoring Mrs. Tanner’s tsk of disapproval.  Why risk offending the first relative coming to greet her?  “Major Stanton, thank you for coming to meet me.  It was kind you to do so,” she said, offering her hand in greeting.

His big hand closed around hers and he lifted it to his lips, brushing a lingering kiss across her sensitive skin.  The breath seized in her throat.  Quaker men did not go around kissing hands, much less making a show of it.

Fortunately, he returned her hand and her lungs recommenced function.

“Phoebe,” said Mrs. Tanner, sounding horrified, “please sit.”

Her friend nudged her to a sturdy, brown-colored sofa next to the fireplace.  With a severe nod, Mrs. Tanner indicated to the major that he should take the seat facing them.  He did not bother to repress a low sigh as he carefully settled on a small caned chair that gave an alarming creak in response.  The sofa would have been a more appropriate choice for his large frame, but Mrs. Tanner clearly intended to punish him for his forward behavior.

“Major Stanton, how is my grandfather?” Phoebe asked impulsively.  “Did he ask you to fetch me?”

The swift glance he exchanged with Mrs. Tanner brought Phoebe’s anxiety rushing back.  Its chokehold tightened when the older woman reached over and took her hand in a comforting clasp.

“Phoebe, thee must prepare for unfortunate news.  But I ask thee to remember that the Father’s hand is in all things, and that he will watch over thee always.”

Fear swept through her.  “What are you talking about?”

When Mrs. Tanner hesitated, Phoebe shook off her restraining hand and jumped up.  The major rose immediately.

“Please, sir,” she implored.  “Take me to my grandfather.”

Compassion softened the grim lines of his face.  He struck her as a man not much given to that tender emotion, so whatever the cause it must be dire.

He stepped closer, reaching out to take her hand in a gentle grip.  “Miss Linville, you must sit.”   He had a firm, deep voice that held a compelling note of authority.  As it washed over her, she had to resist the impulse to automatically obey.  He smiled, as if to soothe her, and one finger stroked lightly over the back of her hand.  “I’m certain you should have a cup of tea before we have any further discussion.”

Unnerved by his touch, she pulled her hand away.  “I do not want a cup of tea.  I want you to tell me about my grandfather.”

He ran a thoughtful gaze over her face, as if taking her measure.  “Very well.  Miss Linville, it grieves me to inform you that your grandfather—my great uncle, Lord Merritt—died from an infection some weeks ago.  I didn’t write to you, since my letter would not have arrived prior to your departure.  I hope you will believe I would have spared you this trip, if it at all possible.”

A strange buzzing noise arose in her ears, then her knees buckled and she sank onto the sofa.  Her heart throbbed in her chest, straining against the shock.  For a terrible moment, she could not draw a breath.

Mrs. Tanner gasped her name and Major Stanton let out a low curse.  Swiftly, he came down on one knee before her and gripped her shoulders, holding her steady.  Until he touched her, Phoebe had not realized she needed someone to keep her upright.

“Hold her while I get some water,” exclaimed Mrs. Tanner as she rushed from the room.

“Steady on, Miss Linville,” Major Stanton murmured in her ear.  “Just lean against me.”

Coming up onto the sofa, he eased her into his embrace, resting her head against his broad chest.  As if controlled by some unseen force, her eyelids fluttered shut as, for the first time in her life, she found herself in the arms of a man other than her brother or father.  Her morals registered a faint objection, but her body wanted nothing other than to collapse against that solid wall, her cheek nestling comfortably against the soft wool fabric of his coat.  Tumult swirled in her brain, but his gentle embrace staved off the screeching panic that hovered at the edge of thought.

The door opened.  Footsteps hurried across the floorboards, as Mrs. Tanner rustled up to them with a glass of water in her hand.  “Major, thee must allow me to tend to Miss Linville.  Please let her sit up.”

Phoebe flinched at the note of censure in her friend’s voice.  Mrs. Tanner had every right to be offended because Phoebe had no business clinging to a man, no matter what the circumstances.  But she could not help shrinking further into his embrace.  Her stunned brain had latched onto the idea that as long as she remained in his arms she would be safe, that all the hurtful things in the world could not harm her.

Ridiculous, whispered the voice of reason.  She started to pull away, but Major Stanton gently adjusted his hold to keep her close.  Phoebe had to bite down on the whimper of relief that almost escaped her lips.

“I assure you, Mrs. Tanner,” he said, “I will release my cousin as soon as I know she won’t keel over in a dead faint.”

Phoebe frowned.  She never fainted.  And now that her wits were slowly returning, she felt the first flush of humiliation that she had allowed a perfect stranger to hold her so intimately.  Pushing herself upright, she began to withdraw from his arms.  For a second he resisted, keeping her fast in his embrace.  And, for a second, she did not want him to let go.

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