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    Gingerbread Bride
    Gingerbread Bride
    Gingerbread Bride
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    Gingerbread Bride

    By Jude Knight

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    Lieutenant Rick Redepenning has been saving his admiral’s intrepid daughter from danger since their formative years, but today, he faces the gravest of threats--the damage she might do to his heart. How can he convince her to see him as a suitor, not just a childhood friend?

    Travelling with her father’s fleet has left Mary Pritchard ill-prepared for London Society, and prey to the machinations of false friends. When she strikes out on her own to find a more suitable locale to take up her solitary spinsterhood, she finds adventure, trouble, and her girlhood hero, riding once more to her rescue.

    This novella first appeared in the Bluestocking Belles box set Mistletoe, Marriage, and Mayhem.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJude Knight
    Release dateMay 7, 2016
    ISBN9780473357931
    Gingerbread Bride
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    Jude Knight

    Have you ever wanted something so much you were afraid to even try? That was Jude ten years ago.For as long as she can remember, she's wanted to be a novelist. She even started dozens of stories, over the years.But life kept getting in the way. A seriously ill child who required years of therapy; a rising mortgage that led to a full-time job; six children, her own chronic illness... the writing took a back seat.As the years passed, the fear grew. If she didn't put her stories out there in the market, she wouldn't risk making a fool of herself. She could keep the dream alive if she never put it to the test.Then her mother died. That great lady had waited her whole life to read a novel of Jude's, and now it would never happen.So Jude faced her fear and changed it--told everyone she knew she was writing a novel. Now she'd make a fool of herself for certain if she didn't finish.Her first book came out to excellent reviews in December 2014, and the rest is history. Many books, lots of positive reviews, and a few awards later, she feels foolish for not starting earlier.Jude write historical fiction with a large helping of romance, a splash of Regency, and a twist of suspense. She then tries to figure out how to slot the story into a genre category. She’s mad keen on history, enjoys what happens to people in the crucible of a passionate relationship, and loves to use a good mystery and some real danger as mechanisms to torture her characters.Dip your toe into her world with one of her lunch-time reads collections or a novella, or dive into a novel. And let her know what you think.

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      Apr 23, 2025

      Liked all the lighthearted book to escape to and not very long.Well written.

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    Gingerbread Bride - Jude Knight

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    I don't run away. I run towards, she had told Rick the first time he retrieved her for her father, the admiral. That was half his lifetime ago, when she was nine, and he was a young midshipman of nearly fourteen.

    He sat on his horse for a moment, watching her trudging down the meadow towards the village in the valley. The Mary of today was slowed by a bandbox in one hand and a carpetbag in the other. The earnest child of his memory—chasing after a dream through a sunlit field in Spain, or Italy, or Jamaica—had never bothered with such practicalities as luggage.

    Rick hadn't seen her since she was sent home to relatives after her father's death, but he couldn't mistake her. What was Miss Mary Pritchard running towards today?

    The immediate destination, he could guess well enough. He'd seen the broken-down coach back around several curves of this long, winding road, and not long ago, he'd passed the coachman with a string of passengers grumbling along behind him. And pretty rough sorts some of them looked, too.

    Miss Independent Mary had undoubtedly struck out on her own across country instead of sticking to the road, and would be at the inn in the valley a good half hour before the rest of the coachload.

    But what was the admiral's daughter doing on a coach in the first place? The aunt she lived with was in London. Indeed, he had dropped his card at the house. He had called three times before the aunt had consented to see him, only to explain that the niece of the Dowager Viscountess Bosville could expect better than a half-pay navy lieutenant with a bad limp and few expectations. He wanted to renew his friendship, not court her, but no doubt, the aunt knew Mary's mind better than he did.

    Perhaps not, though. The aunt was, indeed, in London, but Miss Mary was definitely there below him, striding across the field.

    He nudged the post horse into a walk. There must be a gate along the road somewhere. Yes. There. By the time he'd dismounted, led the horse through, shut the gate, and awkwardly mounted again, Mary had reached the lowest corner of the field and was opening a gate there.

    What was that movement? Three men were creeping along her side of the field, careful to stay in the shadow of the hedge. Sneak up on Mary Pritchard, would they? He'd see about that.

    He kneed the horse into a gallop. The men stopped at the noise, then spun round and hurried away uphill. Mary turned to face the horse.

    She stood rigid, one hand creeping into her coat. So Miss Mary was armed? That didn't surprise him. He'd taught her to shoot himself, after the incident in the date grove just outside Tunis. He still got the collywobbles thinking about the danger she'd put herself in, running off to buy a present for her father's birthday.

    The slavers were congratulating themselves when he caught up with them. They had left the sweet little red-haired girl bound and helpless, and were brewing coffee and boasting of the money she would fetch. Except she'd used the flip knife he'd given her, after the escapade in the Spanish church, to cut her bonds. When he arrived, Mary, bless the courage of her, had armed herself with the rifles they'd carelessly left slung on their camels.

    When he attacked, they found themselves shot at from two directions, including from their own ramshackle weapons. They might have withstood his assault, but the sight of a child with an armful of guns gave them pause. Her first wild shot convinced them that she had no idea what she was doing, but was going to do it anyway.

    With no way of predicting what would happen next, they decided discretion was the better part of valor. Rick teased Mary that he'd been tempted to flee with them, given her wildly inaccurate shooting. He had no idea how it happened that they stopped at the Tunisian market to buy a woolen klim for her father before he took her safely back to the ship.

    He tugged his mind back into 1799. She'd recognized him. The tension remained, but she removed her hand from her coat.

    Miss Pritchard, he said, bowing as well as he could from the back of his horse.

    Lieutenant Redepenning. She did not sound at all pleased to see him.

    Richard Redepenning. What on earth was he doing in a field in Surrey? As if her running away conjured him! She almost smiled. He had appeared out of nowhere to rescue her so many times when she was young.

    Then she remembered—he had been in London for two months, and hadn't called on her once. Today, she was rescuing herself, thank you very much.

    Good manners, however, prompted her to say, I was sorry to hear about your wound. I trust you are recovering?

    He was dismounting, and she could see for herself that the wound left him lame. His boot hit the ground, and he lurched, catching his balance against the saddle. She almost dropped her bags and put out a hand to help him, but she could hear her father's voice saying, Let the man keep his pride, child.

    Instead, she surreptitiously eased her shoulders. The bags had not felt nearly as heavy when she strode away from the others at the coach, after a short argument with the coachman about the merits of following the road versus trusting her navigation skills.

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