The Stolen Princess (Berkley Sensation)
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The younger son of an earl, Gabriel Fitzpaine earned glory and honor on the battlefield, but now, without purpose, he finds himself deliberately courting danger at every turn. Then one night he races his horse along a death-defying moonlit cliff-and stumbles upon a princess on the run.
front. He never saw. But I must have swallowed some, because I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up and we were out in the country somewhere and my hands and feet weren’t tied anymore, but I was still wrapped in the quilt. I felt sleepy and a bit sick, so I just lay on the seat and didn’t move, not even when we stopped and the count checked me.” “They stopped to change horses, and the count went inside, and that’s when I climbed out of the curricle. One of the soldiers saw me, but
he only bowed and said how pleased he was I was free and coming home.” “He what?” Nicky shrugged. “He wanted me to go into the inn to eat something, but I told him I needed to make water first. Well, I did.” “And he just let you go? By yourself?” Gabe exchanged glances with Nash and Rafe. Nicky nodded. “Yes, and he went into the inn so I made water, and afterward I found the horses all saddled and waiting, so I untied them all. I kept one for me and set the others loose. I got on mine—it was
perilous climb for a slipper. He slipped over the edge and began the descent toward the portmanteau. A small avalanche of pebbles behind him made him look back. Nicky was coming, too. “No, you stay there,” Gabe ordered. “I want to come.” “You can’t, it’s too dangerous.” “I can do it. And it’s my portmanteau.” “Don’t argue with me, boy! Stay there.” It was a miracle the child had made it up the dangerous path. Climbing down again with such a bad leg—and after a night of rain had softened the
snatch back the shirt she’d ruthlessly stripped from his skinny frame. “The amount o’ dirt on you is what’s not decent, young Jimmy, me lad! I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s got potatoes growing in his pockets, ma’am!” “I have not!” The boy looked at Callie. “I haven’t, lady, truly I haven’t! Make her let me go, please.” Callie gave him a helpless look. She was worried about her own son. This child’s fate did not concern her; he was in good hands with Mrs. Barrow. This child was perfectly safe.
and it was not in him to abandon any woman and child to their fate. She edged away from him, clutching the boy to her. “Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t even know us. And we don’t know you.” She took another step backward…Another… He strode forward and grabbed her as she started to slip. Before she knew what he was about, he placed both hands around her waist and lifted her away from the brink. “Let me g—Oh,” she stammered, as he released her. She glanced behind her and saw. “Oh…Th-thank you.”