Surrender to a Stranger: A Novel - Softcover

Monk, Karyn

 
9780553569094: Surrender to a Stranger: A Novel
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0553569090 ISBN 13: 9780553569094
Verlag: Bantam, 1994

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From Karyn Monk, author of The Witch and the Warrior and Once a Warrior, comes an enthralling love story that is as passionate as it is suspenseful....

She trusted him with her life....

Sentenced to death, Jacqueline never expected to be rescued from her filthy cell by an unlikely visitor--a man whose disguise hid a devastatingly handsome British agent. Now the two were on the run--and for as long as he was there to protect her, she felt strangely safe....

But could she trust him with her heart?

They called him the Black Prince, and to save the unjustly condemned he took hair-raising risks, slipping in and out of courtrooms and prisons, brazenly defying the threat of capture and death. The reckless spy tried to tell himself that Jacqueline was just another prisoner to be spirited away to safety. Yet there was something about her fierce dignity, her unrelenting sense of honor, her unbreakable spirit that made him never want to let her go....

HE RISKED HIS LIFE TO SAVE HERS....

She thought she was about to die when her family's farm came under attack.  Instead, a handsome stranger rode to her rescue and took a bullet to save her.  But when the bloodshed and terror were over,Josephine Armstrong discovered that the man she owed her life to was a British soldier.  She could not betray Lt. Col. Damien Powell -- not after what he'd done for her.  But she would pay dearly for harboring the enemy, forced to prove her patriotism by becoming the rebels' most beautiful spy....

BUT WOULD SHE GIVE HIM HER HEART IN RETURN?

When he saw the lovely young woman struggling with her captor, Damien didn't care which side of the bloody war she was on.  He only knew that he had never seen such an incredible mixture of extraordinary beauty and raw courage in his life.  Yet Damien couldn't know that one day this innocent farm girl was destined to betray him.  She would become Charles Town's most irresistible spy, dazzling officers with her charms even as she stripped them of strategic secrets.  But when a twist of fate brings Josephine back into his life again, Damien will gamble everything on the chance that he can make this exquisite rebel surrender...if only in his arms. -->

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Karyn Monk has been writing since she was a little girl. While attending university, she discoverd a love for history. After several years working in the highly charged world of advertising, she turned to writing historical romance. She is married with two children.

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From Karyn Monk, author of The Witch and the Warrior and Once a Warrior, comes an enthralling love story that is as passionate as it is suspenseful....
She trusted him with her life....
Sentenced to death, Jacqueline never expected to be rescued from her filthy cell by an unlikely visitor--a man whose disguise hid a devastatingly handsome British agent. Now the two were on the run--and for as long as he was there to protect her, she felt strangely safe....
But could she trust him with her heart?
They called him the Black Prince, and to save the unjustly condemned he took hair-raising risks, slipping in and out of courtrooms and prisons, brazenly defying the threat of capture and death. The reckless spy tried to tell himself that Jacqueline was just another prisoner to be spirited away to safety. Yet there was something about her fierce dignity, her unrelenting sense of honor, her unbreakable spirit that made him never want to let her go....
HE RISKED HIS LIFE TO SAVE HERS....
She thought she was about to die when her family's farm came under attack. Instead, a handsome stranger rode to her rescue and took a bullet to save her. But when the bloodshed and terror were over, Josephine Armstrong discovered that the man she owed her life to was a British soldier. She could not betray Lt. Col. Damien Powell -- not after what he'd done for her. But she would pay dearly for harboring the enemy, forced to prove her patriotism by becoming the rebels' most beautiful spy....
BUT WOULD SHE GIVE HIM HER HEART IN RETURN?
When he saw the lovely young woman struggling with her captor, Damien didn't care which side of the bloody war she was on. He only knew that he hadnever seen such an incredible mixture of extraordinary beauty and raw courage in his life. Yet Damien couldn't know that one day this innocent farm girl was destined to betray him. She would become Charles Town's most irresistible spy, dazzling officers with her charms even as she stripped them of strategic secrets. But when a twist of fate brings Josephine back into his life again, Damien will gamble everything on the chance that he can make this exquisite rebel surrender...if only in his arms. -->

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onk, author of The Witch and the Warrior and Once a Warrior, comes an enthralling love story that is as passionate as it is suspenseful....

She trusted him with her life....

Sentenced to death, Jacqueline never expected to be rescued from her filthy cell by an unlikely visitor--a man whose disguise hid a devastatingly handsome British agent. Now the two were on the run--and for as long as he was there to protect her, she felt strangely safe....

But could she trust him with her heart?

They called him the Black Prince, and to save the unjustly condemned he took hair-raising risks, slipping in and out of courtrooms and prisons, brazenly defying the threat of capture and death. The reckless spy tried to tell himself that Jacqueline was just another prisoner to be spirited away to safety. Yet there was something about her fierce dignity, her unrelenting sense of honor, her unbreakable spirit that made him never want to let her go

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November 1793

She stood tall in the dock, her hands resting lightly on the polished surface of the bar that separated her from her accusers. The wooden rail was warm despite the chill of the room, it sent heat into the icy flesh of her fingers, and Jacqueline wondered if the prisoner before her had gripped the bar in fury or in desperation. As she faced her five judges, who were yawning and shifting with weariness and boredom while the charges against her were read, she decided it was easy enough to feel both.

"Citizeness Jacqueline Marie Louise Doucette, daughter of the convicted traitor Charles-Alexandre, former Duc de Lambert, you are charged with being an enemy and a traitor to the Republic of France. . . ." read the public prosecutor. He went on to list the charges against her. Viciously attacking a member of the National Guard and thereby interfering with the execution of his duties. Engaging in counterrevolutionary activities, including the hoarding of gold, silver, jewels and food, and the illegal transfer of said money and jewels out of France. Assisting with the illegal emigration of members of her family, and conspiring with enemies of the Republic. Corresponding with émigrés and writing counterrevolutionary propaganda. The list went on, some of the charges accurate and some purely fictional. It did not matter. The trial was merely a formality. Her sentence was inevitable.

She pulled her gaze away from the judges, who instead of listening to the public prosecutor were busy arguing over how many cases they had yet to hear before they could retire for the day. Her eyes swept over the audience. The rough men and women who packed the courtroom were obviously enjoying the proceedings immensely. They shouted at her as her indictment was being read, calling her a traitor, a whore, demanding that she lose her head for her crimes. They laughed and jostled each other as they yelled at her, some spat on the floor to show their contempt, while others drank and ate and knitted as if they were watching an amusing piece of theater. She stared at them, dressed in their rough, greasy clothes with their red woolen caps and their tricolor sashes looped about their chests and waists. She was not upset by their hatred of her. She simply wondered how they could believe that her death, and her father's, and her brother's, could possibly make their miserable lives any better. Tonight, when she was lying stiff and cold in a pit of dead bodies, they would not have any more bread or wine on their tables than they had before.

"Citizen Barbot, would you tell us if this is the woman who attacked you as you were attempting to perform your duties to the Republic of France?" demanded the public prosecutor, Citizen Fouquier-Tinville.

"It is," replied the soldier in the witness box. He looked at Jacqueline and smiled. She could see the dark hole in his mouth where she had knocked out two of his teeth.

"And before she attacked you, did she make antirevolutionary statements?"

"She did," affirmed the soldier with a nod.

"Would you tell the Revolutionary Tribunal and the citizens of this court exactly what Citizeness Doucette said to you?"

The soldier paused and cleared his throat. "She said the National Guard was an outfit of thieves and pigs and that we could all go straight to hell." It was obvious even repeating such an antirevolutionary statement made him uncomfortable.

"It's that bitch that's going straight to hell," shouted a man from the back of the courtroom.

"Carrying her head in a basket," added another. The crowd in the courtroom burst into laughter.

Citizen Fouquier-Tinville waited for his audience to settle down before continuing. "And is it not true, Citizen Barbot, that Citizeness Doucette attempted to prevent you from entering her home, even though you showed her you had a legal warrant for the arrest of her brother, Citizen Antoine Doucette?"

"She slammed the door in my face," admitted the soldier, looking somewhat irritated by the memory.

"And what did you and your men do?" asked Fouquier-Tinville.

"We smashed the door down," the soldier replied proudly.

"What happened then?"

"We began to search the château, looking for the Marquis de Lambert, and any incriminating documents. We found Monsieur le Marquis in his room, in bed. He was evidently ill," the soldier explained.

"Made sick by his father's greed," called out a woman in the front row.

"Hiding under the covers," cackled another. Jacqueline fought the urge to step out of the dock, walk over to the woman, and slap her soundly across the face.

"And what did you do?" demanded the prosecutor.

"We informed the former marquis of his arrest and ordered him to get up. And he refused."

"He was sick with fever and barely knew you were there!" objected Jacqueline.

"Silence!" thundered the judge president. "The prisoner will not speak to the witness."

"What did you do when Citizen Doucette refused to comply with your orders?" asked the prosecutor.

The soldier shrugged his shoulders. "I had my men drag him from the bed and force him to his feet."

"Good for you!" shouted a spectator.

"He is a true republican," commented another.

"Is that when Citizeness Doucette attacked you?" asked Fouquier-Tinville.

The soldier nodded. "She came into the room carrying a dagger and told my men if they wanted me to live they should unhand her brother. My men laughed and let go of her brother, who collapsed to the floor. And that was when she attacked me."

"Weren't your men armed?" demanded the judge president.

"They were," replied the soldier. "We carried muskets and sabers."

The judge president appeared to ponder this for a moment.

Citizen Fouquier-Tinville continued with his questioning. "And what injuries did you sustain before you were able to restrain Citizeness Doucette?"

The soldier looked somewhat sheepish. "She lodged the dagger into my shoulder before I could strike her to the ground. And when I grabbed my shoulder to stop the bleeding, she got up and knocked out two of my teeth." He looked at the jury and wiggled his tongue through the ugly black gap in his mouth. The jury gasped in sympathy.

"Did she strike you with her fist?" asked the judge president, evidently amazed.

"No," replied the soldier. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"With what then?" persisted the judge president.

The soldier scowled. "She hit me with Monsieur le Marquis's chamber pot."

The jury and the audience laughed.

The judge president rang his bell to silence the room, but Jacqueline could see even he was smiling.

"After Citizeness Doucette was restrained, you and your men made a thorough search of the château, did you not?" asked the public prosecutor.

"We did," confirmed the soldier. "We found several incriminating documents in the form of letters to Citizeness Doucette's sisters, who have either illegally emigrated or are in hiding. These letters denounced the Republic of France and called for a return of the monarchy. We also found that all of the former Duchesse de Lambert's jewels were missing, as were many valuables from the château. These undoubtedly have been transferred out of France to finance a royalist plot." This last statement was said with grave authority, as if merely making the accusation was proof enough that it...

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Verlag
Bantam
Erscheinungsdatum
1994
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0553569090
ISBN 13 
9780553569094
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
496
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