Velvet Angel Mass Market Paperback – Jan 1 1991
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About the Author
Jude Deveraux is the author of more than forty New York Times bestsellers, including Moonlight in the Morning, The Scent of Jasmine, Scarlet Nights, Days of Gold, Lavender Morning, Return to Summerhouse, and Secrets. To date, there are more than sixty million copies of her books in print worldwide. She lives in North Carolina. To learn more, visit JudeDeveraux.com.
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THE SOUTH OF ENGLAND
Elizabeth Chatworth stood on the very edge of the steep cliff, gazing toward the sea of tall barley grasses. Below her, seemingly tiny men walked with scythes on their shoulders, a few rode horses and one drove a team of oxen.
But Elizabeth didn't really see the men because her chin was held too high and it was locked into place so rigidly that nothing was going to bring it down. A warm gust of wind tried to force her away from the edge but she braced her legs and refused to move. If what had already happened to her today and now what she faced did not sway her, no mere wind was going to break her stance.
Her green eyes were dry but her throat was swollen shut with a lump of anger and unshed tears. A muscle in her jaw flexed and unflexed as she breathed deeply, trying to control her pounding heart.
Another gust of wind blew her tangled mass of honey blonde hair away from her back and, unbeknownst to Elizabeth, one last pearl disentangled itself and slid down the torn, dirty red silk of her dress. The finery she'd worn to her friend's wedding was now shredded beyond repair, her hair loose and flowing, her cheek smudged-and her hands were crudely tied behind her back.
Elizabeth lifted her eyes toward heaven, unblinking at the bright daylight. All her life, she'd had her looks referred to as angelic and never had she looked so delicate, so serene, so much like a celestial being as she did now with her heavy hair swirling about her like some silken cloak, her ragged gown giving her the look of a Christian martyr.
But the farthest thoughts from Elizabeth's mind were ones of sweetness -- or of forgiving.
"I will fight to the death," she murmured skyward, her eyes darkening to the color of an emerald on a moonlit night. "No man will best me. No man will make me submit to his will."
"Pleadin' with the Lord, are you?" came the voice of her captor from beside her.
Slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, Elizabeth turned to the man, and the coldness in her eyes made him take a step backward. He was a braggart like the hideous man he served, Pagnell of Waldenham, but this underling was a coward when his master wasn't present.
John gave a nervous cough, then boldly stepped forward and grabbed Elizabeth's upper arm. "You may think you're the great lady but for now I'm your master."
She looked him squarely in the eyes, showing none of the pain he was causing her -- after all she'd had more than enough physical and mental pain in her life. "You will never be anyone's master," she said calmly.
For a moment John's hand released its pressure on her arm, but the next second he pulled her forward and pushed her roughly.
Elizabeth nearly lost balance, but by a supreme concentration she managed to stay upright and began to walk forward.
"Every man is any woman's master," John was saying from behind her. "Women like you just haven't realized it yet. All it'll take is one good man slamming away on top of you and you'll learn who's your master. And from what I hear this Miles Montgomery is the man to give you what you need."
At the name of Montgomery Elizabeth tripped, falling to her knees.
John's laugh was disproportionately loud as he acted as if he'd succeeded in some great feat. He stood by, watching insolently as Elizabeth struggled to stand, her feet tangled in her skirt, her bound hands making her awkward.
"Excited about Montgomery, are you?" he taunted as he jerked her to her feet. For a moment he touched her cheek, the soft ivory skin, running a dirty fingertip over her delicate lips. "How can a woman as lovely as you be such a termagant? You and I could be nice to each other and Lord Pagnell would never know. What would it matter who's first? Montgomery will take your virginity anyway, so what difference does a day or so make?"
Elizabeth gathered the saliva in her mouth and spit it all into his face. It cost her a great deal of pain in her sore body as his hand came out to strike her face, but she ducked expertly and began to run. Her tied hands made speed impossible and John caught her easily, grabbing what was left of her skirt and causing her to fall, face down, on the ground.
"You vicious little slut!" he gasped, turning her over, straddling her. "You'll pay for that. I've tried to be fair with you but you deserve to be beaten."
Elizabeth's hands and arms were pinned under her and in spite of all she could do, the pain was causing tears to gather in her eyes. "But you won't beat me, will you?" she said confidently. "Pagnell would find out what you'd done and he would beat you. Men like you never risk harm to their own precious selves."
John put his hands on her breasts and his lips on hers, grinding his mouth against hers, but Elizabeth showed no emotion whatsoever. In disgust, he moved away from her and angrily walked back toward the horses.
Elizabeth sat up and tried to regain her calm. She was quite good at not showing her inner emotions and now she wanted to save all her strength for the ordeal to come.
Montgomery! The name rang in her head. Of all her fears, of all her terrors in life, the name Montgomery seemed to be the cause of them all. A Montgomery had caused her sister-in-law to lose her beauty and most of her sanity. A Montgomery had caused her older brother's disgrace and her brother Brian's disappearance. And indirectly, a Montgomery had caused her own capture.
Elizabeth had been an attendant at a friend's wedding and by accident she'd overheard an odious man she'd known all her life, Pagnell, planning to turn a pretty little singer over to his corrupt relatives to be tried as a witch. When Elizabeth tried to rescue the girl, Pagnell had caught them and, as a joke, had decided to have Elizabeth delivered to her enemy, a Montgomery. Perhaps things wouldn't have been so bad if the singer, in a generous but not wholly intelligent gesture, had not given the information that she was somehow connected with a Montgomery.
Pagnell had bound and gagged Elizabeth, rolled her in a filthy piece of canvas and ordered his man, John, to deliver her to the notoriously lecherous, satyric, hot-blooded Miles Montgomery. Of all the four Montgomery men, Elizabeth knew that the youngest, a boy of only twenty years, just two years older than Elizabeth, was the worst. Even in the convent where she'd spent the last several years, she'd heard stories of Miles Montgomery.
She'd been told that he'd sold his soul to the devil when he was sixteen and as a result he had an unholy power over women. Elizabeth had laughed at the story but she'd not told the reason for her laughter. She thought it much more likely that Miles Montgomery was like her dead brother Edmund and had ordered women to his bed. It was a pity that this Montgomery's seed seemed to be so fertile, for it was rumored that he had a hundred bastards.
Three years ago a young girl, Bridget, had left the convent where Elizabeth often lived to go and work at the ancient Montgomery fortress. She was a pretty girl with big dark eyes and swaying hips. To Elizabeth's disgust, the other residents alternately acted as if the girl were going to her wedding or to be a human sacrifice. The day before Bridget left, the prioress spent two hours with her and at vespers the girl's eyes were red from crying.
Eleven months later, a traveling musician brought them the news that Bridget had been delivered of a large, healthy boy who she named James Montgomery. It was freely admitted that Miles was the father.
Elizabeth joined in the many prayers offered for the girl's sins. Privately she cursed all men like her brother Edmund and Miles Montgomery -- evil men who believed women had no souls, who thought nothing of beating and raping women, of forcing them to do all manner of hideous acts.
She had no time for more thoughts as John grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet.
"Your time for prayers is over," he said into her face. "Montgomery has made camp and it's time he got...
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Top Customer Reviews
Miles is astounded when he is delievered this golden goddess stark naked in a rug. He is even more startled by her obvious hatred of him as a man. He could understand why she wouldn't like him as a Montgomery, as their families are involved in a blood feud, but that she would be repulsed by him as a man confuses Miles to no end. He soon learns that underneath her hatred lies fear and he decides that he will go to whatever lengths to conquer her of that fear. What he didn't plan on was falling for her himself.
The story of Elizabeth and Miles is breathtaking. Elizabeth learns to overcome her fear with Miles' help. In Scotland she overcomes her fear of all men and is very grateful to Miles to unapologetically takes advantage of that fact. The only problem they have is their feuding families, which comes to be resolved nicely at the end. Deveraux brings back all the characters from the Velvet series for a very satisfying ending!
She was delivered to him rolled in a carpet, naked and looking like an angel sent from Heaven. Miles is confused on who she is as she stares at him with her deep emerald eyes and long honey blonde hair, maybe she IS an angel...until she comes at him with an axe of course...
Elizabeth is being used as a pawn in a deadly game between waring families and enemies. She vows to not surrender herself or her pride. She finds herself a captive of the most notorious of the Montgomery brothers, Miles. He is reputed to use women mercilessly and throw them aside. Getting them pregnant with his children for fun. She hated the Montgomery's...she despised them! They were the cause of her family's problems! They caused her poor sister-in-law to go mad! She was a Chatworth! The fierce hatred between these two waring familes has caused the king to become angry!
In a haze of murder, rape and betrayal, Miles and Elizabeth find themselves caught in the middle as their own hearts are torn. She wants him, yet she fears him and hates what he is...but can she tell her heart the same? Is her own family the cause of the problems? Can she learn to love a Montgomery? Can Miles learn not to hate?Read more ›
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I have enjoyed reading this book as I have followed the story line that has been written by Jude Deveraux.Published on Jan. 10 2014 by Sharon Johnson
This is the first time I've ordered from this company, and I must say that the book arrived in a timely fashion, and was in excellent condition. Read morePublished on Jan. 24 2010 by Lorraine K
THE BOOK THAT GO ME TO READ.I was sitting in the Library in grade 9 and I picked this up. I had I hard time reading when I started but by the end I loved reading and I have looked... Read morePublished on Dec 8 2004 by Watchgirl
if u want to laugh at ur hearts content then this is the one ! the conversation between Miles (the youngest of the 4 brothers) & elizabeth( the sworn enemy, charthword's... Read morePublished on Feb. 12 2004
I recommend this book along with the other books in the velvet series. These were the best 4 books i ever read. This last one is my favorite because miles is my favorite. Read morePublished on June 12 2003
Jude saved the best for last. I loved the whole series, but this was my favorite. I hate to see the series end. Read morePublished on April 27 2003 by Michelle
I have read a few JD books since the beginning of the year and I have really loved some of the others such as the Heiress and the Raider but I found Velvet Angel rather... Read morePublished on Feb. 24 2003 by Lealing
The best word that I could use to describe this story is "lovely". It is worth the time spent to read it and will leave you smiling in the end. Read morePublished on Aug. 31 2002 by L. Graham