A curse on the women of the estate! Amy can never marry for she will die in childbirth. But Harold says he'll have her, or her four sisters will suffer. The only one who can save Amy is Simon Warner, her father's heir, but Simon is at sea, on one of his ships. When Simon finally arrives, Harold, bent on wedding Amy, kidnaps one sister after another to force her to his will.
Offering comfort, Simon takes Amy to his room but they are discovered. They must marry. Harold finds out about the wedding and arrives at the estate revenge on his mind. Now Simon faces losing his life for his wife while Amy must come to terms with the curse on the women of the estate.
Fallen Angels
Simon's Brides is a fast moving story that sweeps the reader into a world that is most captivating. This lighthearted tale expands with exciting characters as Amelia and Simon make it very believable with all their antics. While the world seems to fall around Amelia, her emotions and desires jump from the pages. Simon, with his worries of losing his mentor while trying to live up to his expectations, is truly gripping.
Allison Knight pens a magnificent read that vividly takes the reader on imagery that touches all over. With some rotten scoundrels, lovely maidens in trouble and some spine-tingling moments, she composes a hands down read that is a complete page-turner. This is one sweet romance that leaves this reader completely satisfied.
Reviewed by: Linda L
Just then the front door flew open.
She didn't have to guess to know who had arrived. Her whole body tingled. Grimacing, she turned to face her adversary.
"Come in, Simon."
Simon stalked into the room, his body stiff, his face rigid, his eyes radiating anger. Clifford stood behind him.
Simon stepped forward and grabbed Amy's forearm. Once again, a stab of heat rushed through her and she took a deep breath. She shook her head, closed her eyes and tried to identify what he did to her. Fear, she told herself. It had to be fear that caused the sensations that raced through her body.
"I told you I wanted someone to escort you here," Simon snarled.
She opened her eyes and glowered at him, immune to his angry gaze. How dare he speak to her in that tone? After all, she had managed for almost a year without his guidance.
She felt her own anger escalate. He also needed to learn more about her.
"I don't take orders well," she informed him. "Besides, we'll soon be finished here. If you want to help, you can take Clifford with you and send him back with a wagon."
"Clifford stays."
"Clifford is not necessary. My Lord, you forget. We lived in this cottage for over nine months without any protection."
"Clifford stays. And, I'm here now. From the moment I returned to London and read your father's will, you became my responsibility."
The word responsibility made Amy sick to her stomach and she thought she would gag if he said it one more time.
"All right," she muttered. "Then Clifford can stay. You'd better leave, so we can get finished," she announced, wishing him back to London.
He opened his mouth and Amy cringed. She expected an angry retort, but nothing came. Finally, Simon said, "All right. I'll send Chester back with a wagon. But, I want everybody at the house by noon."
Amy glanced around her. There was still much to be packed. "We'll try."
"I mean it, Amy. Before noon."
"Yes, my Lord," she snapped. She waited another moment, and watched as Simon turned around and stomped back down the path.
