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Authors: Alison Stuart

Tags: #Military, #Historical Romance, #Historical, #Romance, #England, #Medieval

Her Rebel Heart

Herefordshire, England 1643

As the English Civil War divides England, pitting brother against brother and father against son, in a county loyal to the King, tiny Kinton Lacey castle is one of the brave few loyal to the roundhead cause.

With her father away, Deliverance Felton will do whatever it takes to defend her family home against the royalist forces ranged against it. She can shoot and wield a sword as well as any man and anything she needs to know about siege warfare she has learned from a book...but no book can prepare her for what is to come.

Captain Luke Collyer, soldier of fortune and a man with his own reasons for loyalty to the parliamentary cause, is sent to relieve the castle. Everything he knows about siege warfare in general and women in particular he has learned from experience, but when it comes to Deliverance Felton has he met his match?

Deliverance will not give up her command lightly and Luke will have to face a challenge to his authority as fierce as the cavalier foe outside the walls. He will do whatever it takes to win Deliverance’s trust but will he run the risk of losing his own, well guarded, heart?

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What People are saying about
Her Rebel Heart
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“The romance is well written, the timing is perfect, fast-paced and entertaining. The story is very, very interesting and the characters are lovely... Deliverance and Luke are so good! They are both strong-minded. She's brilliant, strong, lovely and so smart; she's not the classic beauty but she's extremely fascinating and Luke is instantly charmed. Luke, on the other hand, is so virile! I loved him!”
The Romance Reviews

“...the book has a good feel for the times, for how women were viewed, how war – especially civil war – causes such anguish and destruction, how families were divided, and lives uprooted. The reality of war slams into the inhabitants of the castle in myriad ways – Deliverance must push aside her growing feelings for Luke... But Luke has his own demons to worry about...”
Dear Author

“The story was excellent from the beginning to the very last page. Well written characters meshed with a well developed plot to show how even in the midst of war and adversity love can take root and blossom. Interacts between the hero and heroine were sensual, sexy, and exhilarating. As I turned each page I was greeted by excitement, mystery and intrigue. A real page turner.”
Amazon Reviewer

“Alison Stuart writes with a thorough knowledge of this period, without over detailing, and with a vivid and realistic portrayal of war and its effects on people. Secondary characters are strong and well written, their own stories unfolding within the story arc. There are particularly touching scenes - wilted wildflowers from the commanding officer, the charge of battle with a tactic the enemies would not see coming and the scene near the waterfall ... well you'll have to read the book to find out!”
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Her Rebel Heart:

A Romance of the English Civil War

 

Alison Stuart

Dedication

 

This book is dedicated to the love of my life, DJB.

We met doing officer training in the military and, like Luke and Deliverance we have enjoyed many interesting discussions about the correct placement of defensive works and the siting of guns – just like any normal couple really!

 

Acknowledgements

 

There are always so many people to thank. Books just don’t write themselves and I could not have written this story without the ongoing input and support of my wonderful writer’s group, The Saturday Ladies’ Bridge Club. From frantic pleas not to eat the horses through to suggestions for titles, this group has been with this book from the beginning. I am particularly grateful to those who agreed to “beta read” the draft. Their input was invaluable.

My professional production support team: editor Annie Seaton, cover designer Fiona, Merry Bond of Anessa Books who does my formatting and my patient mother-in-law (and second copy editor) PJB.

And of course, my wonderful husband… to whom I dedicate this story… who is more than happy to discuss the characteristics of siege guns with me.

 

 

Chapter 1

Kinton Lacey Castle, Herefordshire

July 25, 1643

 

S
tartled out of an uneasy doze by the crackle of musket fire, Deliverance sent books and papers flying as she rummaged through the detritus on the table in her search for the flint. As the candle sputtered into life, the door opened and her steward, Melchior Blakelocke, stood outlined in the doorway, holding a covered lantern.

“Are we being attacked?” Deliverance asked.

“I don't think so,” Melchior replied. “In fact, my lady, I think it is our besiegers who are being attacked.”

Hope sprang in Deliverance’s heart. “Is it Father? Has he come to relieve us?”

She reached for the elegant French Wheelock musket her father used for hunting, running her hand over the well-polished wood of the stock. It had a kick that threatened to dislocate her shoulder every time she used it, but she took pride in her mastery of the weapon.

Outside, the entire garrison of Kinton Lacey Castle had deployed along the walls, but to her relief, the firing and shouts came from beyond the crumbling walls of the old castle. She took her now accustomed vantage point on the northern tower of the bastion gate and squinted into the darkness and confusion.

Smoke and flame from burning outbuildings lent a surreal light to the melee of men that whirled and danced in the shadows as if re-enacting some ancient pagan ceremony. Only the clash of steel instead of cymbals brought home the grim purpose of the bizarre pageant.

Two men on horseback appeared out of the smoke and cantered towards the castle. Backlit by the fires, they could have been a pair of vengeful spirits.

Her heart pounding, Deliverance raised her musket and fired, cursing in a most unladylike manner as the musket ball skimmed past the two men, taking the taller man's hat. His horse, startled by its rider's jerk of alarm, reared up depositing the soldier on the ground. For a moment he lay still, before rising to his hands and knees. Shaking his head, he rose slowly to his feet, casting an upwards glance in the direction of the castle, as he dusted off his hat and remounted his horse.

Melchior cleared his throat. “While that is excellent shooting, I think you will find they are friends not foes.”

Deliverance’s stomach lurched. “How can you tell?”

“They wear the orange sash of the parliamentary forces, my lady.”

Deliverance leaned the musket against the wall, clenching and unclenching her hand in an effort to disguise her shaking fingers. Nausea rose in her throat. It was the first time she had fired the weapon intending to kill and she had nearly killed one of their own relieving force.

She took a deep breath, struggling to regain her composure as the two men came to a halt at the bridge over the castle’s defensive ditch. Facing them were the stout oaken gates to the castle that Deliverance had shut on her foe two weeks earlier.

“Hold your fire.” The man she had shot at called up to the defenders. “We are sent by Sir John Felton to relieve this castle.”

Deliverance picked up her musket and drew back to a vantage point where she could see without being seen. “You answer, Melchior.”

Melchior cast her a sidelong glance and stepped forward to the battlements. “Your name, sir?”

“Captain Luke Collyer.”

“How do we know they've come from Father?” Deliverance prompted her steward.

“How do I know you are sent by his lordship?” Melchior demanded.

The man who had identified himself as Captain Luke Collyer produced a paper from his jacket and waved it at the wall.

“These are my orders. While I don't wish to appear churlish, sir, we have no great desire to remain outside these walls when those knaves could be back at any moment.”

“What do you mean?” Melchior asked, leaning further over the ramparts.

“We appear to have seen off your besiegers for the moment.” The man’s voice rose to make himself heard by all on the castle wall.

Deliverance drew a sharp intake of breath as relief flooded through her. The siege was over but she still had to be careful. She put no trust in Farrington not to try and gull her in this fashion.

“Very well, Melchior, let them in, but I want every man with a weapon to have it trained on them.” She tapped a fingernail on the stock of her musket. “I will meet them in the Great Hall.”

“May I suggest a change of dress, madam?”

She looked down at her breeches. “Demure and ladylike?”

Melchior nodded. “Demure and ladylike.”

“Well, this is a warm welcome,” Luke said, as he and his comrade, Ned Barrett, rode under the gatehouse into the courtyard beneath a bristling bank of muskets. “First I'm shot at and now this. Hardly what I would have expected.”

He turned to Sergeant Hale, who had followed them in on foot. “Clear the village, Hale. Make sure none of the blackguards are left to bother us for the time being.”

“Sir!” Hale saluted smartly and turned back through the castle gate.

A tall, thin man with wispy, greying hair and a lugubrious expression waited on the steps of what would have once been the castle keep, but now more closely resembled a comfortable manor house, with mullioned windows knocked through its sturdy walls. Roses grew around the stonework. A few well aimed cannonballs would reduce it to rubble.

“My lady will receive you in the Great Hall,” the man announced, gesturing at the open door.

Fingering the hole in his hat, Luke, with Ned beside him, followed the man up the wide stone stairs toward the front entrance.

Despite its façade of tall walls, a tower at each corner and a solid gatehouse, even in the dark, he could see some of the walls had crumbled. The years had turned Kinton Lacey from one of Edward III’s ring of stout Marches castles to a family home that would be hard to defend.

They were shown through an ornately carved wooden screen into the Great Hall. A branch of candles on the long, oak table cast a thin light in the cavernous room. In keeping with rest of the castle, it appeared to have been modernised to provide such comforts as fireplaces, glazed windows and wooden panelling. Another tribute to more peaceful times.

In the shadows of the lofty ceiling, faded, dusty standards hung from poles and rows of hooks on the walls, indicating the places where ancient weapons had once been displayed. These, Luke assumed with amusement, probably now armed the garrison.

“Are you the men who saved us?”

Both men turned back to face the screen. A woman walked toward them across the flagged floor. Luke’s blood stirred as she came into the light thrown by the candles. This girl was a beauty. Soft, fair curls framed a serene oval face and azure-blue eyes held his gaze from beneath long lashes. Her perfect rose-coloured lips parted in a smile of delight as she looked from one to the other.

“Mistress Felton.” Luke gave her the benefit of his most courtly bow before prodding Ned to do the same. He could see from the idiotic smile on Ned's face that he had fallen instantly in love. He just hoped Sir John Felton's assertions concerning his daughter's ability to defend her honor were not misplaced.

“You must be so brave,” the young woman enthused. “There were so many of them.”

“Captain Collyer?” Another woman's voice, clipped and businesslike, cut across Ned's stammered protestations of how simple the job had been.

Both men looked away from the fair-haired beauty. Another woman strode across the floor toward them.

“I see you've already met my sister, Penitence,” she said as she reached them. “I am Deliverance Felton.”

Luke stared. If this was Deliverance Felton, she could not have been more different from her sister. As dark as Penitence was fair, she was at least four fingers shorter, with a strong jawline, a long nose. Her saving grace were her eyes, large light blue eyes, the colour of the sky in summer. Where Penitence's hair hung in carefully coiffed curls, Deliverance's attempt at a similar style resembled bedraggled rats' tails.

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