Rule's Bride
By Kat Martin
3.5/5
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Unrepentant rake Rule Dewar is living the good life when a most surprising event occurs—he falls in love with his wife.
After their strategic “marriage of commerce” three years ago, Rule quite forgot about Violet Griffin, the teenage heiress to a Boston manufacturing fortune. He simply spoke his vows, took over her father’s business and returned to England to resume his usual pursuits: high-priced wine, high-stakes gambling and highborn women.
Yet when Violet, now a sophisticated woman, unexpectedly appears at Rule’s London town house, husbandly duties no longer seem so odious—he can’t wait to take his stunning bride to their marriage bed. Violet, however, is not so easily led: she has her own ideas and is seeking an annulment to marry another. But as Rule attempts to win her over, someone else is determined to frame him for murder and keep him out of the way for good . . .
Kat Martin
For New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin, a career in real estate led her down the road to romance. Through real estate, Kat found her own perfect match — her husband, Western author Larry Jay Martin. "We were on opposing sides of a transaction — I represented the seller and he represented the buyer," Kat recalls. A short time after the two became acquainted, Larry asked her to read an unpublished manuscript of an historical western he'd written. Kat fell in love with both the book and the author! "It was quite a romantic story," she admits. "I'd still like to see it get published." Then, after doing some editing for her future husband, she thought she'd try her own hand at writing. Kat moved on to become the bestselling author of over thirty historical and contemporary romance novels. To date, 10 million copies of her books are in print, and she's been published around the globe, including Germany, Norway, Sweden, China, Korea, Bulgaria, Russia, England, South Africa, Italy, Spain, Argentina and Greece. When she's not writing, Kat also enjoys skiing and traveling, particularly to Europe. Currently, she's busy writing her next book. Kat loves to hear from readers via her email: [email protected]
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Rule's Bride features an arranged marriage between an American heiress and a British lord. As far as historical romances go, this was just a mediocre read for me. I didn't hate it; I didn't love it. The plot was okay - the main characters are trying to sell a gun company amidst murder charges. The hero and heroine are what really disappointed me: they were boring. I didn't feel any sort of empathy for them because they didn't have a whole lot of personality or emotion. The romance fell flat for me because the main characters fell flat. Overall the book was a bit blah - and it's definitely not going on my keeper shelf.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Rule's Bride has the youngest Dewar Brother marrying an american girl named Violet. Her father had arrainged the marriage before he died. When Violet comes of age she wants out of the marriage. Rule is accused of murder. The murder is not the one I would have guessed but he was on my list of suspects. It was an ok book but the ending was a little weak and it wasn't as good as the others.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Let me preface by saying I've haven't read the first two books of this series or anything else by Kat Martin. Perhaps if I had, I would have liked this book more, though I doubt it.
First and foremost, I did not like Rule. He started off as a self-centered jerk wad just out to get laid. As the story progressed, he turned into a moronic jerk wad just out to get laid that needed to grow up more than just a little. Every time he possibly redeemed himself, he then went and proved himself to be, yet again, self-centered, moronic, or both.
By comparison, Violet seems like a very likable and sensible character. But she up and decides she's in love with Rule because he looks good and has moment of quasi-heroism. My estimation of her continued to decline each time her common sense was warped by hormones.
So, basically, these two deserve each other given how idiotic they both are. Their relationship, which seems to consist of sex and jealousy, hits an impasse, then they go whining about to someone else, said confidant tells them what to do, they go back to their shallow relationship, rinse and repeat. This is really a cautionary tale about two strangers jumping into a relationship together -- very vapid and aggravating. Plus the whole resolution to Rule's supposedly inability to love, and all because he didn't have a mommy . . . give me break. I don't want to toss out a spoiler, in case someone actually wants to read the book, or else I'd really rant about the ending.
Most everything else about the book wasn't enough to get me past the above gripes. Lots of -- too many -- minor characters that I didn't care about, which turned into so much clutter. A suspenseful plot that I couldn't pay attention to, annoyed as I was by the characters. In short, nothing much to recommend this.
But! I did enjoy Caroline and Luke's side story quite a bit. Oh, how I wish the author had chucked Rule and Violet entirely and just written a book about Caroline and Luke. There was a true romance, there were well-rounded characters. I eventually gave up on Rule and mostly read their story. What a waste of potential. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Not quite as good as Reese's Bride - here his motivations were reasonably obvious, but he crossed a few lines by modern standards (and I never got the feeling that any of them were thinking in period terms, they were modern characters in fancy dress) - like something close to date rape. She was his wife - more or less - but he still took advantage of her. On the other hand, her agreeing to stay with him in the first place, if she didn't want to be his wife in full, was just plain stupid. I knew there was something wrong with Jeffrey early on - if he was as depicted, Rule would have been too black for a romance hero. The actual matter surprised me, though - nicely done. And he more or less redeems himself at the end. Newgate was interesting, Morgan and the Oarsmen show up of course - in this story, I liked the setting but again the plot got to be too unlikely for me. Not terrible but not a favorite. And next I get to read the first one in the trilogy...
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I have not read much by Kat Martin, and I found this book to be okay as far as historical romance goes. I enjoy romance were love has to be earned after a marriage has occurred, and this book did not disappoint to much. I found the heroine to be a little annoy and did not live up to the strong character she started to be. Overall, I found it worth reading, but am not sure I would have bought it on my own. I was intrigued enough though, to read the first two book in the series (from the library).
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5(Received through LT's Early Reviewers). I have read all of Kat Martin's books, and I mean all of them. Ordinarily she is one of my favorite authors. However, in this case I have to agree with aromagik in that Violet was not a very likeable person. I found her shallow and too full of herself. Angry at Rule because SHE agreed to sleep with him? Please. I would join with taleri in that the story was pretty much over in the first 100 or so pages when it was obvious she wasn't going to marry Jeffrey. Caroline was afraid to love, Rule didn't know what love was, and Violet was in love with herself. What a sorry bunch. I'm with you, taleri, but I think they could all use a good smacking. Oh, and by the way, did that mean that they were only going to arm the North? Sorry, Kat. This wasn't one of your best.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5(Received through LT's Early Reviewers). I enjoyed this more than I thought I would - a simple, straightforward plot but well executed and solidly written (though the author did have a tendency to reuse phrases - "her pretty green eyes"). High on the romance, low on the angst, and a sweet side story involving the heroine's friends. I haven't read any of her other books but will definitely check them out in the future.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book is the third in the Bride Trilogy series, but you don't have to have read the first two in order to know what's going on, it can stand alone. I have read the others and really felt this was the weakest of the three. The plot felt overly predictable to me. Yes it's a romance, and so we know the hero and heroine are heading for a Happily Ever After together--it's what makes the book a romance, but to me the obstacles felt forced. Once Violet decided to stay for a month rather than pursue the annulment she wanted immediately, for me the book was over. Others seem to have enjoyed it just fine, so it's entirely possible the problem is with me, rather than the book. Not my cup of tea.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This was an excellent book. I have read several books by Kat Martin, and this was one of the best. Although Violet started out wanting an annulment, she soon realized that she had never really gotten over her feelings for Rule. Meanwhile, he had all but forgotten about her. When she shows up in London, he realizes how stupid he had been. But -- he refuses to love her, feeling that he doesn't know how to love. While she was in America, she had become a strong, intelligent woman. After arriving in London, she continued with her abilities, eventually teaching Rule a thing or two about women. The secondary plots were also very good.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5An interesting premise in this conclusion of Martin's Bride Trilogy. This is the story of the youngest Dewar brother, Rule, who marries a very, very young American heiress only to depart for England immediately after the ceremony. We next pick up the story three years later in England where the abandoned bride arrives to demand an annulment. Rule feels obligated to honor his agreement with his bride's father and so asks his bride to take a month to be sure an annulment is what she wants. As expected, Violet, Rule's bride, begins to care for him as they go through a variety of situations related to the armament company they own. Includes some very interesting sub-plots. Very enjoyable story that makes me want to go and read the other stories in the series.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I received a free copy of this book from the publisher, as part of the Early Reviewers program on the LibraryThing web site. Based on the blurb I was excited to read 'Rule's Bride'. I was immediately sucked in right from the first page, but then about half way through the book the characters sort of fell flat for me. I just wasn't feeling the connection or the heat between them. I generally dislike it when a heroine sleeps with the hero, then gets pissy & confrontational, as if she hadn't been a willing participant. The heroine here, Violet, does exactly that -- and that's when I started to dislike her and lost interest in her happiness. The overall plot of the book was tight and interesting, and I enjoyed the secondary characters as well. It was a little predictable, but overall it was a pretty good book. I really like Kat Martin's writing style, and I'll definitely check out more of her books.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Rule and Violet, an American Heiress, have an arranged marriage. After the ceremony Rule returns to England. Three years later Violet shows up at Rule's townhouse demanding an annulment. Rule after three years of neglect decides he wants a wife. Basically it is a Can This Marriage Be Saved story with a fire, a murder, and a romance for the secondary characters, Caroline and Lucas (her cousin and his best friend) thrown in.
This is the third book of the Bride Trilogy and can be read as a stand alone. It is an average, maybe OK, book. Violet starts off being strong and determined, unfortunately it doesn't last and she folds like a lawn chair. I would have like to have seen more backbone in her, as least until the murder. I began to find Caroline and Lucas to be more interesting than Rule and Violet. This isn't a bad book and probably ends the Trilogy well, however based on this book I doubt I'll read the other two. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I was lucky enough to have snagged this book as an Early Reviewer on LibraryThing, however the book never arrived and since I had already read the other 2 books of the series, was extremely interested in this one also. I borrowed it from my local library and was glad that they had it available for me. I really enjoyed it and still hope to receive my own copy of it.
A marriage of convenience in the face of her father’s illness left Violet Griffin and Rule Dewar man and wife, but only in name. Returning to London until Violet was more of age, Rule had led his life just as he had before, never even telling his family that he was married. Feeling that she had been abandoned by the man that was her legal husband, Violet made promises to another and all she needed was to see Rule long enough to obtain an annulment. Discovering that maybe he hadn’t left her forgotten and that he refused the annulment, Violet was forced to make compromise. It would only be a month and he would agree to her terms, but the handsome husband of hers was bent on seducing his now desirable wife into a full marriage. Trust would have to be built, faith would come later also, but one thing he never hid from her was his desire for her - but was it the inheretince of money and half ownership of her fathers business that he wanted to hold on to or had he truly wanted her.
Book 3 ….. I really enjoyed these brothers, as in previous books, all three of the brothers have a way about them. I very much enjoyed the addition of cousin Caroline and Lucas’s story as well as the recurrence of Royal, Reese, the other ladies and most of the oarsmen (Royal‘s friends). I like the idea (author’s note in the back of the book) of a set of stories for the oarsmen, I imagine it will be some time till that shows though. While this one was suspenseful with the fire, the murder charges, the time in jail, the lack of partnership and constant reminders that Rule couldn’t love and Violet didn’t want to love, left me frustrated with both the hero and heroine of the story. Still loved the series and will probably look for other Kat Martin books. - Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5overwrought and contrived
Book preview
Rule's Bride - Kat Martin
PROLOGUE
Boston, 1857
They say good things come to those who wait, but Rule Dewar wasn’t so sure. Standing in the long marble hallway at Griffin Heights, his employer’s palatial estate on the outskirts of Boston, Rule waited nervously while the stone-faced butler rapped on the study door.
Ignoring the urge to adjust the knot on his cravat and smooth his hair, he straightened at the sound of muffled footsteps approaching from the opposite side of the door. The door swung open and the man inside the study smiled, clearly anticipating his visitor’s arrival.
Rule! Come in, my boy. I appreciate your stopping by on such short notice.
Howard Griffin, head of Griffin Manufacturing, makers of high-quality armaments, welcomed him into the study, a vast, book-lined chamber that took up a goodly portion of the west wing of his mansion.
Rule walked past him into the room. It wasn’t any trouble. I was just going over some of the design change proposals you asked me to look at.
Griffin, in his early forties and nearly as tall as Rule, had a solid build and reddish-brown hair. He walked over to a pair of polished mahogany doors and slid them open. Hidden within was a sideboard lined with bottles of expensive liquor and cut-crystal decanters on gleaming silver trays.
So what did you think of the new designs?
Griffin asked as he took down a pair of crystal glasses and set them on the sideboard.
I agree with your assessment. I believe eventually the smooth bore will be replaced entirely by the rifled barrel. Which means we should consider changing the percentages of each kind of musket now being produced.
Griffin smiled, clearly pleased, though Rule had the impression business was not what the man had asked him there to discuss.
Care for a whiskey?
The older man held up a decanter filled with golden-brown liquid. Or perhaps you would rather have something else.
Rule preferred brandy, a slightly less potent beverage, but the Americans seemed to like the stronger liquor and he had grown accustomed to the taste. Whiskey is fine.
Griffin poured both of them a drink and handed one of the glasses to Rule, who took a sip, the burn of the alcohol easing a little of his tension. Not all, though. Giving in to the urge, he ran a hand over his wavy black hair to smooth the windblown strands back into place. It wasn’t every day his boss, the wealthy owner of the company, invited him into his home.
Griffin didn’t ask him to sit down but guided him toward a window overlooking the garden. Though early in the year, spring blossoms had begun to peek through the soil, and the winding brick pathways were meticulously maintained.
Griffin swirled the liquor in his glass. In the time you’ve worked for me, Rule, you’ve done an excellent job. I made a wise decision in hiring you.
Thank you, sir.
In spite of the fact he was only four-and-twenty, he had been given an impressive amount of responsibility, mostly a result of his Oxford education, which seemed to impress the Americans, but also because of his pedigree.
Rule wasn’t stupid. Being an English aristocrat gave him entry into the top levels of society on both sides of the ocean. Being the brother of a duke opened an amazing number of doors and Rule was willing to use every advantage to further his career.
Griffin turned to stare out the window. In the distance a marble fountain sprayed water into the bright spring sunshine. There was something in his manner that seemed in contrast to his usually dynamic nature.
I believe you’ve met my daughter, Violet.
Yes, sir, on several occasions. Lovely girl.
She is young yet, only sixteen, and a bit of a tomboy. My fault, that. I never had a son, so I indulged her.
Rule’s gaze followed Griffin’s to a huge sycamore on the right side of the fountain. Beneath the branches, Violet Griffin sat in a rope swing, laughing as she pushed herself higher and higher into the air, her full skirt and petticoats billowing out around her stocking-clad ankles. She had a heart-shaped face, a boyish figure and hair the color of new copper pennies.
As I was saying, she is young yet, but she looks a great deal like her mother—God rest her soul—and in time I believe she’ll turn into quite a beauty.
I’m sure she will.
Rule sipped his drink, having no idea how the gangly young girl would look when she grew up and wondering where the conversation was leading.
Griffin turned. His gaze zeroed in on Rule’s face. Unfortunately, I won’t be around to watch that transformation.
Rule’s head came up. Sir?
I’m dying, Rule. There is no easy way to say it. I’ve been to a number of physicians, all of whom agree. I’m dying and there is no way to keep it from happening.
The breath lodged in Rule’s lungs. For the first time he noticed the slightly yellow cast to Griffin’s skin, the faint purple hollows beneath his eyes.
He swallowed. What…what is it, sir? What sort of illness has afflicted you?
Griffin’s eyes looked bleak. He shook his head. Some kind of liver malfunction. Nothing they can do to stop it.
Rule’s chest was squeezing, making it difficult to breathe. Howard Griffin was one of the most vital men he had ever met. An aura of power and authority seemed to follow him wherever he went. They didn’t know each other well, and yet Rule had enormous respect for him.
I’m sorry, sir. I find myself utterly at a loss for words. You say these doctors are certain?
I’m afraid so, yes, and as much as I would like to pretend otherwise, it is time I accepted the fact and made plans accordingly.
Rule steeled himself. Whatever you need, you know you can count on me.
Griffin’s lips faintly curved with something that looked like satisfaction. That is what I’d hoped you would say.
He turned back to the window. Though I doubt what I am going to ask will remotely resemble what you might be thinking.
Rule made no comment.
Whatever fate holds in store for me, my foremost concern is the welfare of my daughter. I need to know her future will be secure. I need to be certain she will be well cared for and that she’ll have the sort of home a woman wants. In short, I need to find her a husband.
Rule’s stomach knotted. Surely Howard Griffin wasn’t thinking of him as a candidate for his daughter’s hand in marriage?
She likes you, Rule. In fact, I believe she even harbors some sort of schoolgirl crush on you.
You are not thinking—
Actually, I am, but don’t look so horrified. What I am about to propose isn’t quite what you think.
I understand your fears, Mr. Griffin, but as you said, your daughter is only sixteen.
And yet it is my duty as her father to arrange for her future, to ensure she marries well and is happy and well cared for. If there were more time, of course, I would do things differently. Unfortunately, time isn’t something I have.
Rule could only imagine how the man must feel. He had a daughter he loved and now he would never see her grow into a woman. I see your dilemma, sir, but I’m afraid…
My choices are limited, Rule. I need to make arrangements for her future, though in some ways she is still a child. Which is the reason I would require her future husband to wait until she has reached her maturity before the marriage is consummated. She would have to be at least eighteen.
Rule found himself shaking his head. I’m sorry, sir. As much as I respect you, if you are asking me to marry your daughter, I’m afraid I’ll have to—
Before you give me your answer, at least hear me out.
The man was dying. The least Rule could do was be polite enough to listen. He gave a curt nod of his head. One thing was sure. No matter how much he admired Howard Griffin, he wasn’t about to get married and especially not to a sixteen-year-old girl.
Why don’t we sit down and I’ll tell you what I am proposing. Perhaps when I am finished, you will no longer look at me as if I have already lost my wits.
Rule managed a smile. Damn, he bloody well liked this man. He hated the thought of him dying so many years before his time.
It was a shame he would have to refuse him.
* * *
Seated on an ornate gold velvet settee in her bedroom, Violet Griffin sat next to her cousin and best friend, Caroline Lockhart. Eyes red rimmed from crying, Violet blew her nose into a lace-trimmed handkerchief and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
I still can’t believe it.
It isn’t fair,
Caroline said. You’ve already lost your mother. You don’t deserve to lose your father, too.
Violet sniffed, wiped away fresh tears. She had been crying for days, ever since her father had called her into his study and told her the terrible truth—that in less than a year, he would be dead. Father says life is never fair.
I suppose not, but it certainly should be.
Violet looked up at her friend. F-Father wants me to marry. He says it’s the only way he can die in peace.
Caroline’s pale blue eyes widened. Blonde and fair and an inch taller than Violet, she shifted on the sofa, the skirt of her pink taffeta tea gown making a rustling sound as she moved. Dear Lord, you are only sixteen!
It doesn’t matter.
Caroline bit her lip. So whom does he want you to marry?
The Englishman, Rule Dewar. You remember him. He came here for supper several times and on another day came to luncheon. You met him at luncheon.
Caroline’s expression turned dreamy. It isn’t as if I would forget. I have never seen a more beautiful man.
Violet just nodded. That is what I thought the first time I saw him. He has the most amazing blue eyes and his hair is so black it looks blue.
She glanced down at her lap then back at her friend. Do you think I should marry him? Father wants to make sure my future is secure before—before…
Your father loves you very much,
Caroline said softly.
I know he does.
Violet dabbed at a tear escaping down her cheek. So should I? Papa has always asked so little of me and it would please him so greatly.
Do you think… Does Rule want to marry you?
I don’t know. Father says he does.
It’s an odd name—Rule. Where do you suppose it came from?
Father says it was his great-grandfather’s name, inherited from the mother’s side of the family or some such thing. He says the two of them have already come to a financial arrangement that would take care of both of us. He says Rule wouldn’t actually…he wouldn’t actually become my husband until I turned eighteen.
Caroline nodded. You mean he won’t demand his husbandly rights before you are old enough.
I suppose.
Violet twisted the damp handkerchief in her hands. Until then, he is going back to London to manage the plant we own there.
Caroline smoothed her pink taffeta gown. So do you want to marry him?
Violet shook her head. I don’t want to marry anyone. Not yet, at any rate. But if I have to get married…well, then, I guess I would choose Rule.
Caroline grinned. Can you imagine? The man is the brother of a duke! If you marry him, you’ll be the envy of every girl at Broadmoor.
Mrs. Broadmoor’s Academy for Young Ladies, which both girls currently attended, was the most exclusive finishing school in Boston. Violet didn’t particularly like the place. She preferred a different sort of education, the kind her father had already provided: math and history, science and geography, French, Latin and Greek.
But she was determined to be the lady her father always wanted her to be, so she applied herself with equal purpose to her studies at the academy.
Tears welled. Now it wouldn’t matter if she graduated at the top of her class. Her father would never know.
She took a shaky breath. Whether he knew or not didn’t matter. Violet would know, and pleasing him now was more important than ever.
There and then, she made her decision.
I’m going to do it, Carrie. I’m going to marry Rule Dewar.
Caroline let out a girlish squeal, slid over and hugged her. You’re going to be a bride! I can hardly believe it!
Violet stared down at the handkerchief in her lap and swallowed past the lump in her throat. Neither can I.
* * *
Two weeks passed. It seemed the blink of an eye to Rule. It was Saturday, a warm spring day he tried to see as a positive omen for the monumental decision he had made. Standing in the vast gardens at the rear of the Griffin mansion in front of a flower-covered arch above the altar, Rule stared up the aisle at the future Mrs. Rule Dewar.
She looked exactly like what she was, a naive young girl barely out of the schoolroom. Even in an elaborate wedding gown fashioned of endless rows of white Belgian lace, she was a gangly, boyish young woman. Hardly ready for marriage and certainly not the sort Rule would choose if she were.
In truth, marriage was the last thing he wanted.
But Howard Griffin was beyond persuasive, and the deal he had offered was more than anything Rule could have dreamed. After Griffin’s death, once the marriage was consummated, he would inherit half of Griffin’s fortune and become half owner of Griffin Manufacturing. The other half would belong to Violet, the woman soon to become his wife.
The laws were different in America and his bride’s fortune would remain her own, but together they would be a powerful force in the financial world.
And there was an added benefit. Aside from the money and ownership of an extremely successful company, Rule would be fulfilling his father’s greatest wish. The late Duke of Bransford was convinced that an alliance with the Americans would carry the Dewar family securely into the next century, and Rule had promised to see it done.
Marriage and a business that spanned the Atlantic would certainly be a satisfactory means of making that happen.
His gaze ran over the few rows of seats filled by Griffin’s friends and family, an intimate gathering that would have been a spectacular affair if Violet were older and the wedding not a hurried event that was only a means to an end.
He wondered how many people in attendance knew the circumstances of the wedding and thought that Griff, as Rule was now supposed to call him, had probably spoken to most of them and explained the situation. Rule thought the majority would sympathize with a dying father’s desire to ensure his only child’s future and agree with his decision.
At the top of the steps leading down from the terrace, Griffin extended his arm and Violet rested a white-gloved hand on the sleeve of his satin-lapelled, black broadcloth tailcoat. She was even more petite than he had realized, and earlier he had noticed that her eyes were a pretty leaf-green. There was a sprinkling of freckles on her nose, he had observed as he had proposed, very gallantly, on bended knee in the drawing room in front of her father.
She was little more than a child and part of him rebelled at the notion of making her his wife, even in name only. He fought an urge to turn and run, board the fastest ship he could find back to England. But the die had been cast, the future laid out for him like a juicy piece of meat, and he had been unable to resist.
By the end of the ceremony, he would be on his way to becoming an extremely wealthy man. In the meantime, until the dismal occasion of his father-in-law’s passing, Rule would be employed at a lavish salary as head of the London branch of Griffin Manufacturing and live in high style in the city.
The organ began to play the wedding march, returning his attention to the moment. Walking next to her father, Violet managed a half-hearted smile and started down the aisle to where he stood waiting. Rule reminded himself he wouldn’t truly be a husband for at least several years, wouldn’t have to face that sort of responsibility until he was ready.
Pasting on a smile he hoped looked sincere, he thought of the future he was securing for himself, the fulfillment of the promise he had made his father, and prepared to greet his bride.
* * *
Violet kept the smile fixed on her face as she made her way down the aisle. Only close family and a few intimate friends were in attendance. Quite enough for Violet, who just wanted this day to end. On the morrow, Rule would sail for London and her life would return to normal. At least for a while.
She refused to think of the months ahead and the terrible fate awaiting her father. Instead, she focused her attention on the man she would marry. Rule gave her an encouraging smile and her heartbeat quickened, began a steady thrumming inside her chest. Good heavens, he was handsome! She had never seen a man with eyes so blue and fringed with a double row of thick black lashes. She had never seen more beautiful lips, full and pleasingly curved. Winged black brows formed a faultless arch over each of his magnificent eyes, his nose was straight, and his smile flashed an even row of perfect white teeth.
When she reached his side, he took her trembling hand in his larger, warmer one, and his smile widened, carving dimples into his cheeks. Goodness, she had never seen a face assembled with such perfection.
And he was going to be her husband!
The thought made her knees start to tremble. As her father handed her into Rule’s care, she stiffened her spine and told herself she was doing this because her father wished it, but deep down she wasn’t completely sure.
For long minutes she stood there rigidly as the minister performed the marriage ceremony. Rule repeated his vows and she hers, and then it was over and he bent and kissed her cheek.
Violet suppressed a flicker of disappointment. She had never been kissed. She thought she deserved at least that much from the man who was now her husband.
Well, Mrs. Dewar,
he whispered softly, his warm breath feathering goose bumps across her skin, how does it feel to be married?
She looked up at him. So far I have no idea. What about you?
Rule laughed, a deep, rich, musical baritone. Of course his laughter would be perfect, just like the rest of him.
You’re exactly right—I haven’t a clue, either. I don’t feel the slightest bit different.
Maybe it takes a while.
He smiled, seemed to relax. Perhaps.
She loved his accent. It fit so well with his immaculately tailored clothes, expensive leather shoes and snowy cravat.
I believe your family has planned a wedding celebration. Perhaps now that the worst is over, we’ll be able to actually eat.
Violet laughed. She hadn’t expected that. That he would be able to make her laugh. It made him seem less formidable, more approachable. I’m starving. I was afraid to eat anything earlier. I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep it down.
He smiled. Exactly so.
He continued to smile, and she thought, Could this beautiful man actually be my husband? But as he took her hand and placed it on the sleeve of his coat, she knew that it was so.
Weaving their way through a small barrage of well-wishers, they made their way from the garden back inside the house. Rule kept her close at his side and she appreciated his effort to play the role of dutiful husband. As the afternoon progressed, she told herself that everything would work out. That her father’s judgment had never proved wrong before and she should trust that judgment now.
The hours seemed to have no end but finally the guests departed, all except Rule, her father and Aunt Harriet, her mother’s sister and one of Violet’s few close relatives. As she stood next to Rule and the small group who remained, a wave of exhaustion hit her and she swayed on her feet.
Are you all right?
Rule asked, his hand going to her waist to steady her.
Violet managed to smile. I’m fine. A little tired, perhaps.
He glanced at the clock above the marble mantel in the drawing room. The others have mostly gone and I’m afraid it’s time for me to leave, as well. I have some packing to finish before I head down to the ship.
Violet felt torn.
She was married, but her husband was leaving. She wasn’t sure when she would see him again.
On the other hand, she wasn’t ready to be a wife and she wasn’t sure how long it would take before she would be.
We’ll walk you out to your carriage,
her father said, and the group made its way in that direction, ending up outside on the wide front veranda.
Have a safe voyage,
Violet said, not sure what sort of farewell was appropriate under the circumstances.
Rule bowed over her hand, lightly pressed his lips against the back, and she could feel his warm breath through her glove. Goodbye, Violet.
She watched him descend the steps and climb into his carriage, then, as if he had never been there, he was gone.
Her father’s hand settled gently on her shoulder. He’ll be good to you, dearest. He has given me his word he will see to your every need.
She only nodded. What about love? she thought. The word had never entered her mind until that very moment and certainly wasn’t part of any conversation she’d had with her father. Love wasn’t a necessary part of marriage, she knew, and yet…
For some strange reason, as she watched Rule’s carriage depart, a lump formed in her throat.
Rule will make you a very good husband,
her father confirmed. When the time is right.
I’m—I’m sure he will.
She watched Rule’s carriage disappear through the massive iron gates that bore the tall, golden image of a griffin—the body of a lion and the wings of an eagle—and felt oddly depressed.
Come inside, sweetheart,
said her aunt Harriet, a silver-haired woman in her fifties with an unshakable loyalty to her and her father. You must be tired after such a trying day.
Violet just nodded. She felt drained and strangely bereft. She had a husband who wasn’t there and soon her father would also be gone.
As they crossed the front porch and went inside the house, Violet clung to Griff’s arm, wishing things could be different and fighting not to weep.
CHAPTER ONE
London, England
Three years later
"Rule, how good of you to come! His hostess for the evening, Lady Annabelle Greer, floated toward him across the elaborately decorated ballroom in the London mansion she shared with her husband, Travis.
And I see you have brought Lucas with you."
Her gaze shifted across the room to where his best friend, Lucas Barclay, made conversation with a delectable young widow he had only just recently met. Rule and Luke had attended Oxford together. Beyond that, they were shirt-sleeve relatives of a sort. Rule’s oldest brother, Royal, the Duke of Bransford, was married to a cousin of Luke’s brother’s wife.
Rule returned his attention to his hostess. It’s good to see you, my lady.
With her light brown hair and clear blue eyes, Annabelle Townsend Greer was nearing thirty and the mother of three children, yet she was still a beautiful woman.
I’m surprised you came. You are usually too busy working.
She tapped her painted fan against his shoulder. Don’t you know it is highly improper for a member of the aristocracy to labor for money like a commoner?
She grinned. But then, none of you Dewars have ever given a fig for propriety.
Rule grinned back. I might say the same for you, my lady.
He could still recall rumors he had heard of the torrid affair that had resulted in Annabelle’s marriage to Travis Greer, a former lieutenant in the British cavalry, confirmed bachelor and his brother Reese’s best friend.
Anna just laughed. I admit to being a bit outrageous at times. Not recently, though.
Rule smiled. No, not since your husband had the courage to take you in hand.
Anna grinned at the ridiculous remark. If anything, it was the other way round. Travis walked up just then, a well-built man with sandy-brown hair and small, gold-rimmed spectacles who was clearly in love with his wife. A respected journalist with the London Times, he wrote articles about whatever war the country might be fighting at the moment.
The empty sleeve of his coat bore testimony to the price he had paid when he was in the cavalry with Reese.
Good to see you, Rule.
Travis glanced around the ballroom, the mirrored walls reflecting images of dozens of elegantly dressed men and women. So which of these lovely ladies has managed to capture your attention? I heard you ended your…association with the beautiful and intriguing Lady St. Ives.
Rule took a sip of his champagne. News travels fast.
I assume you’re on the prowl again.
He was indeed on the lookout for a new, more interesting mistress. He had grown tired of Evelyn Dreyer, Viscountess St. Ives, and several weeks back had ended the affair. It wasn’t Evie’s fault, he knew. For some time now, he had been feeling restless and bored, in search of something but not quite certain what it was.
Travis’s gaze shifted away from him and moved around the ballroom. Or could it be that you are finally on the hunt for a wife?
The sip of champagne Rule had taken nearly spewed from his mouth. He shook his head. I’m definitely not looking for a wife. At least not at the moment.
No one in London knew he was married. Not even his family. He would have to tell them, of course, and soon. Should have done it long ago. But telling them would make it real. It would force him to admit it was past time he did his duty, went to Boston and retrieved his wife.
The thought had him excusing himself and heading for the liquor table for something stronger than champagne.
Luke caught up with him there. The crowd is beginning to thin. How about we head over to the club? Or we could go to Crockfords, do a little gambling.
Luke was nearly as tall as Rule, with dark brown hair and keen brown eyes. He had a scar through his right eyebrow that gave him a rakish, dangerous appearance women seemed to find attractive.
"Or if you are up to it, we could stop by Madame Lafon’s." Luke grinned lasciviously at the pun, but Rule shook his head.
There was a time the elegant bordello had been one of his favorite ways to spend an evening. Lately, the notion of bedding one of the house’s beautiful harlots held little appeal.
How about Crockfords?
he said. I’ve been on a bit of a lucky streak lately. Perhaps it will hold.
Luke smiled. Crockfords it is.
The one thing Rule wasn’t ready to do was go home. If he did, his conscience would nag him. He would think about the money Griff had left him when he died, the profitable investments from his lavish salary and the promise he had made. Though he had kept track of Violet through her aunt, Harriet Ardmore, he hadn’t been back to see the girl since the day they were wed.
He had planned to be there when her father died, but Griff had passed with very little warning, leaving Rule no time to make the monthlong crossing from London to Boston. He’d sent a letter