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    Forever Winter
    Forever Winter
    Forever Winter
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    Forever Winter

    By Amber Daulton

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    A perfect Christmas wedding, a snowstorm, and a shocking secret. What could go wrong?

    Susanna Lorican must marry the man she loves before the truth is discovered—or face the gossip of the ton. With an unexpected snowstorm injuring the minister, her future hangs in the balance.

    Viscount Camden Beckinworth vows to keep his bride safe, even if he must betray her confidence. When their love is put to the test, how will he uphold her honor without jeopardizing his own?

     

    – Warning: this sweet, complete historical romance novella features a brief scene where the heroine is assaulted.

    – Second edition. Newly revised and edited.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAmber Daulton
    Release dateOct 5, 2021
    ISBN9798201289126
    Forever Winter
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    Amber Daulton

    Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats. Feel free to visit her at her Website.

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      Forever Winter - Amber Daulton

      Chapter One

      Southern Derbyshire, England

      Christmas Eve, 1834

      My wedding is ruined. Susanna Lorican pushed down the ball of sorrow threatening to choke her. The wind buffeting her father’s manor blasted a barrage of snow flurries across her bedchamber window in wicked defiance of her hopes and dreams. Her knees weakened, and she clutched the sill to keep upright. Why now? What did she do to deserve this? She rested her forehead on the cool glass windowpane and inhaled a deep breath.

      Calm down. Fretting over things you cannot change is useless. Lady Marie Lorican tsked from somewhere behind her. The road is still travelable, so hope is not lost.

      She leaned back and peered through the glass to spot the long, winding dirt road cutting through acres of white, rolling pastures and snow-laden trees. The clouds shielding the early morning sun cast a gray, depressing pall over her father’s estate and billowed darker in the distance. A shiver snaked down her spine.

      Come. You must finish dressing. She wrapped her arm around Susanna and pulled her to the white-wood vanity.

      The same old floral wallpaper, ivory furnishings, and short-thread rugs in her room mocked her. Would she ever become the mistress of her own home?

      After Susanna plopped in the cushioned chair, her mother divided her thick, dark hair into two equal parts. Do not let ill-timed weather crush your spirit.

      Snow is so uncommon in December. The first snowfall last season was in January, so I expected the same. She wiped a tear from her cheek. All the planning, Mama—the greenery, the ribbons, the tulle. Months of preparation are ruined. The courtyard would have been the most splendid sight.

      Pshaw. I’ve already instructed the servants to prepare the main hall, which will be just as lovely, but you could postpone for a church wedding. Perhaps for next week? She pinned one section of Susanna’s hair back and forced a quill brush through the other section. With your siblings and their families visiting for the holiday, there are more than enough people to make good use of the wedding breakfast. The pantry and stores are teeming with foodstuff, so Cook will have no trouble preparing another breakfast fit for a wedding.

      Susanna scowled at her mother’s reflection in the mirror. The woman’s high, hopeful voice skewered her already raw nerves. Would the disapproval never end? She’d begun her courtship with Camden in the courtyard last Christmas Eve. Why would she wish to have their wedding anywhere else or at another time?

      Lady Lorican sighed. So be it.

      As her mother brushed the long length of her mussed hair with short, hard strokes, Susanna bit her cheek to hold back her wincing and twisted her fingers in her wool day dress. Warmth wafted from the fire crackling in the hearth, but the icy dread churning her stomach nearly emptied the remains of her dinner from the night before.

      She flattened her hand on her belly and blinked back tears. Was this her punishment for coupling with Camden outside of marriage, though he had already vowed to marry her before she surrendered to his fiery kisses? Her heart, soul, and body belonged to Camden Beckinworth, the fifth viscount of the Beckinworth estate, but the babe growing in her womb needed his or her father’s name to survive well and good in this world. If she shamed her family by becoming an unwed mother, she and her child would know nothing but gossip and heartache.

      Relax. You have always enjoyed the snow.

      Not today. Susanna forced a laugh as her mother braided her hair. Though her lady’s maid usually helped her dress, the girl was busy assisting with the wedding arrangements, so Lady Lorican took over the task. Should she tell her mother the truth?

      Thank heavens for her stubborn nature. Everyone had tried to persuade Susanna to wait until spring, but she insisted on a Christmas wedding. If she hadn’t, where would that leave her? She could only conceal her condition for maybe another month before her belly grew larger and rounder like a melon. Would Camden welcome a child so early in their union?

      Blast the snow. She’d planned everything to the last detail and fabricated the story she would tell about the woes of childbirth striking two months early, but now all that was for naught if she couldn’t marry sooner rather than later.

      Her mother looped the braid into a fashionable style and pinned it in place. There. I’ve done what I can with this wild mane you call hair.

      Susanna tugged lightly on an errant curl near her temple. Unlike her demure mother and two older respectable sisters, Susanna the Hoyden struggled to tame her sharp tongue and wild chestnut-brown locks. Her father had always claimed the Lord did her grave disservice by sentencing her to the life of a female. With her clever brain, accounting skills, and love of reading, she could have become a solicitor, a professor, or a physician like her brother Percy. But alas, she was born of the gentler persuasion with a less-than-ample dowry to her name—an unfortunate happenstance since she was the youngest of five children.

      I’ve waited so long, Mama. I want to marry the man I love. She sighed heavily. Tonight, if everything didn’t fall apart before her eyes, she would no longer have to worry about bearing a child outside of wedlock. She would again succumb to Camden’s sensual touch and finally wear the lacy silk gown she’d secretly purchased in London a few months

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