Thrown from his horse, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam is left to traverse the remaining fifteen miles to Pemberley on foot. Richard never imagined the first carriage to cross his path would contain the one woman he thought he would never see again.
Lady Aimée de Bourbon the only child of Prince du Sang Geoffroy de Bourbon, Marquis of Agen had captured and nearly broke Richard’s heart four years earlier. He had loved her and planned to give up his bachelor ways, but her father intended her to marry a royal, not an English Earl’s second son. Now Lady Aimée is affianced to Señor Duarte de Cortázar, a lesser Portuguese royal.
While lost in his thoughts of his prior love, the carriage is robbed, Lady Aimée’s dowry stolen, and Lord Agen is injured. Colonel Fitzwilliam directs the driver to take them to Pemberley where Mr. Darcy and his wife Elizabeth take them in and offer refuge and a place to heal.
Ancient customs of Dom Duarte’s family forbids marriage without the dowry present at the wedding and now with the dowry stolen, Lady Aimée and her father fear the de Cortázar’s will call off the marriage. But Lady Aimée intends to have love and will let nothing stand in her way, even if it means hurting the man she once professed to love.
“From an early age I have always been fascinated by the written word and the mood and atmosphere it creates for a reader; especially those books that affect me and transport me to some far-off place. These are the elements I strive to create in my books. My books in many ways record what most affects me: my feelings and experiences with family, friends, and those I have run into on my life’s journey. My hope is that in my books you will find something that touches you, something which will resonate in your soul and remind you that you are strong and can overcome anything, especially if you have the support of loving friends and family.” – Ayr Bray
Ayr Bray is from the Pacific Northwest, but travels as much as possible so she doesn’t have to deal with the cold. Ayr loves to hear from readers.
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10 Random and Possibly Funny Facts About Ayr
- I wrote my first novel in 2007 while on bed rest for seven months during the pregnancy of my second son.
- Pompous Schemes is my 13th story published under the name of Ayr Bray, but my 14thpublished story.
- I eat a 26.5 oz jar of Nutella spoonful by spoonful for every 35,000 words I write.
- I love to learn, but I hated high school and college. If I could go back and do it all over again, I would graduate HS early get my degree online. Unfortunately those were not options back when I graduated. Also, I should have taken classes I enjoyed rather than those that seemed practical for an economic future. Now, I have a degree which is completely useless since I’m writing books full-time.
- Pink is my favorite color.
- I love to sail.
- I hate … no, no, no, despise to cook and eat (other than Nutella). If I could just take a vitamin to get all of the nutrients and calories I needed to survive healthily and never have to cook or eat again I would buy it in a heartbeat. I would even be willing to give up Nutella, which is what I practically live on now.
- I get remarkably little sleep because my mind is always busy with thoughts of new stories. I have 7 novels outlined and just sitting in a file waiting for me to finish them up.
- I have been married to my own Mr. Darcy for 16 wonderful years. My Mr. Darcy and I have two awesome sons ages 10 and 8 who sometimes drive me crazy.
- I love to travel. I sold my home and everything I own in 2012 and now I live and travel the USA with my husband and two sons in 240 square feet. I lived in 13 houses in 11 cities in 12 years. Now, in the past 4 years I have lived in 1 house in hundreds of cities and 37 states.
BONUS: My new office is only 40 square feet, but it is 40 square feet of floor to ceiling pure awesomesauce!
“I shall give you my undivided attention, my dove, but before you speak there is something that I am forced to do.”
Señor de Cortázar tugged off of his gloves, walked up to Richard, and slapped him with such force Richard was sure even the stitches in the seams would be imprinted on his cheek. With a haughty sniff, Señor de Cortázar dropped his gloves at Richard’s feet.
“Stop! What are you doing?” Aimée cried as she pushed herself between the men and held them apart with her outstretched arms. The excitement in her expression revealed her abject pleasure in the sudden turn events had taken.
“Stop? But I thought this is what you wanted? Regardless, I cannot stop. The gauntlet has been thrown and I will have redress.”
“All right, how do you want to do it?” Richard asked. “Pistols? Foils? Fisticuffs?” Richard hoped the Dom would choose fisticuffs. He had done a lot of thinking since Aimée’s theatrics of the night before and had come to the conclusion that he would rather not die for her after all.
“I demand satisfaction to restore my honour and my dear Aimée’s. It would be rude to kill you while I am a guest in your cousin’s house, so I challenge you to fisticuffs. Right here, right now.”
“Oh, very well, then. I accept.” Richard hoped he didn’t sound too relieved.
“Aimée, my dear, you should step out of the way, I do not wish for you to be harmed.” Dom Duarte took her by the elbow and led her a few paces away. Aimée looked on with keen interest, clapping her hands in girlish glee.
A footman was waved over from the house to lead the horse away and the two gentlemen squared off. Señor de Cortázar made the first move, landing a blow to Richard’s jaw that bowled him over backwards. Richard leapt back to his feet just in time to catch another blow. The second punch was every bit as powerful as the first and Richard tottered backwards, but he kept himself upright by grabbing hold of Señor de Cortázar’s arm.
“Like that, is it?” Richard grunted as he swung a fist at Señor de Cortázar, catching him in the jaw.
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