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  Forbidden

  by

  Tracy Cooper-Posey & Julia Templeton

  Elisa’s determined to have her son back at any cost, even if it means marry a vicious stoat of a man like Rufus Wardell, but her plans and her life are turned upside down by the sudden reappearance of Rufus’ grown and estranged son, Vaughn.

  Lured by the contrast of Elisa’s sweet beauty with the wicked rumors of her wanton past, Vaughn embarks on a seduction as scorching as it is daring. What he finds is not at all what he sought: Elisa is an innocent, but with a sensuality so raw he cannot resist her...

  ...even though their passion is forbidden.

  Praise for Forbidden

  I cannot say enough wonderful things about this story.

  Danica Favorite-McDonald for In the Library Reviews

  This is a story that will linger on long after you turn the last page.

  Kathi for Fallen Angels Reviews

  The wonderful end deserves cheers.

  Denise Powers for Sensual Romance

  Readers will be swept up into this stunning historical story.

  Amelia Richard for eCataRomance Reviews

  Forbidden is probably one of the better historical romances this reviewer has read in a long time.

  Mirium for Love Romances

  Pros: You root for the hero and heroine to get together. Cons: none.

  Pat for About Romance Fiction

  Secrets, lies, lust, hate and love. An exceptional story.

  Cassandra for Coffeetime Romance

  I was swept away by this wonderful read and so will you!

  Luisa for Cupid's Library Reviews

  Forbidden

  by

  Tracy Cooper-Posey & Julia Templeton

  This is an original publication of Tracy Cooper-Posey & Julia Templeton

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.

  Copyright © 2013 by Tracy Cooper-Posey

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  Cover design by Dar Albert

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  SECOND EDITION: September 2012

  ISBN:

  Cooper-Posey, Tracy

  Templeton, Julia

  Forbidden/Tracy Cooper-Posey—2nd Ed.

  Forbidden/Julia Templeton—2nd Ed.

  Romance—Fiction

  Historical– Fiction

  Serendipity

  The Story of A Sexy Book and its Sequel

  By Tracy Cooper-Posey

  The project that became Forbidden fell into my lap, making it one of those delightful things that happen when you least expect it.

  It began in 2001. I met Julia Templeton on the internet via a critique-finding service. I had decided to give the whole critiquing thing away — I’d had very little luck finding someone who suited me, but just hadn’t got around to withdrawing my name. Julia approached me and we decided to give the critiquing process a trial run. Julia’s strengths propped up my weaknesses and vice versa, so although the formal once-a-week thing quickly fell in a heap, we had continued to stay in contact and critique each other’s work whenever the need arose.

  Julia, I’d discovered, also liked to attend Romantic Times conventions. I attend the annual Romantic Times reader conventions as often as I can afford them, which isn’t anywhere as often as I would prefer. However, I’ve managed to get to them for several years and Julia has also managed to be there the years I’ve gone. This is a good thing as Julia lives several thousand miles away from me and meeting someone in person helps iron out misperceptions of character, and puts a face to the name. Julia has never let me forget that I had assumed she was a brunette. I was shocked to find a tall, slender blonde waiting for me in the foyer of the Toronto Sheraton Centre the first time we met.

  A couple of years after we met Julia said “we should co-write a book. You’re good at the sexy stuff and I can do the romance….”

  As my one and only effort at co-writing up until then (with the man who I would end up marrying a year later) had been a disaster reaching point seven on the Richter scale, I shuddered and politely prevaricated as I didn’t want to offend Julia without appearing to have given it some thought. Julia is one of the most persistent people I’ve ever met, however, and got her way. Thankfully.

  Forbidden was tough work — there are few guides out there for hammering out the process of co-writing and none of them take into account the idiosyncracies of two writers have already written and published successfully on their own, and developed their own work routines. As the book is one of the better ones I’ve written, by deduction I must conclude that Julia’s efforts are what made the difference.

  We published Forbidden in 2003 with Ellora’s Cave. The first cover was very bad. So bad, our editor went to bat with Ellora’s Cave management on our behalf and we were granted permission to have another cover commissioned.

  In those days, covers for ebooks were still in their infancy as an industry and cover artists were just starting to use the infamous Poser software, which produced “people” that looked more like shiny vinyl props that a fetishist might take a fancy to, clunky joints and all.

  Our second cover and the one that would become the permanent cover for Forbidden for the next nine years, was created using Poser. Luckily, the artist who created it was particularly talented and the Poser people they conjured up were one of the better examples of what Poser can do.

  Forbidden was our first book published with Ellora’s Cave and we were both delighted when only a couple of months later we were asked by Ellora’s Cave when we would be supplying a sequel. Sales, it seemed, looked promising.

  We quickly bumped heads by pixel, and put together a proposal for the sequel, Dangerous Beauty, which was was subsequently written and published in April, 2004.

  Alas, we were not so lucky with our Poser cover for Dangerous Beauty. It was a bit more plastic and a bit more clunky. But our readers didn’t seem to mind at all.

  We were very pleased to discover we had readers by the time Dangerous Beauty was released. The reviews for Forbidden were glowing, as well. Both books, after their early sales surges, settled down to sell small but steady numbers. Ellora’s Cave issued both books in print in 2008, and it was there we really seemed to hit it off with the historical romance fans who had been searching for a replacement source of romances ever since New York had all but stopped producing them nearly ten years before.

  Julie and I took Forbidden and Dangerous Beauty out of circulation in 2011 and the paperback edition continued to sell at a steady little trickle until the day we pulled the plug. Historical romance fans are the most loyal and the most dogged fans we’ve ever met.

  Because of diminishing returns, we withdrew Forbidden and Dangerous Beauty from sale in 2011. It was a strategic move – we already knew we wanted to re-issue both books as our own Authors’ Editions and taking back the copyright was merely the first step. This re-issue allows us to re-edit the books and – thank heavens! – repackage them with better covers, reworked interiors and layouts
, and tweak them to remove a lot of little niggles that have bothered us over the years. It makes them better, smoother reads and gets rid of (we hope) most of the typos and grammar gremlins the first round of edits didn’t pick up.

  It also allows us to set the price and distribution of the books, too – an option that wasn’t even a concept back in 2003.

  Enjoy this second edition, our Authors’ Edition.

  Tracy & Julia

  Chapter One

  1835, Fairleigh Hall, England

  Vaughn Wardell, Viscount Rothmere, only heir of the Marquis of Fairleigh, stepped from the carriage and looked up at the three-story manor he hadn’t seen in nearly two decades. Fairleigh Hall hadn’t changed at all. The grounds were still immaculate, and the impressive manor rivaled any in England.

  He hated the sight of it.

  The years he’d spent at Fairleigh Hall had been the worst of his life. Now, at the age of tweny-four, he had returned to this hideous heap of stone to save his future.

  His gut clenched as it had when he heard the outrageous news. The thought was a despairing one: Kirkaldy, his mother’s final gift, might be lost to him.

  Little more than a glorified hunting lodge near Edinburgh, Kirkaldy had been his mother’s only untainted possession. The days there, far from Fairleigh Hall and his father, had been the best of Vaughn’s young life. At Kirkaldy, his mother had been carefree, even joyous. For that reason alone, Vaughn intended to plant himself like a weed here at Fairleigh Hall, a weed that refused to be pulled and discarded, until Kirkaldy’s ownership had been determined.

  Taking a deep breath, he walked up the thirteen steps to his father’s home.

  Vaughn had no trouble imagining the disapproval his father would convey upon his return. He’d learned years ago there was no pleasing Rufus Wardell. The only emotion Rufus had ever openly shown him had been when he’d announced Vaughn would be leaving for boarding school. A cruel smile had curled his father’s lips as he’d laid out the details of what would become twelve years of purgatory, hidden behind the walls of one of the best public schools in England. Though nearly a decade had passed since he had graduated, those memories still appeared in his dreams from time to time. They would wake him in the middle of the night, to cold sweat and a hurting heart, the bed sheets tangled around his legs.

  The memory subsided as the door was opened. Joshua, his father’s trusted valet, stared at him. “Good lord! I mean, Lord Vaughn.” The valet’s expression softened. “You’ve come home?” There was a buried hope in his tone.

  Vaughn’s chest tightened with fondness for the old man. While Vaughn had been growing up there had been countless occasions when he had been locked in the attic for yet another transgression. It had been Joshua who had slipped food, blankets and tallows to provide light through the long nights when not even his mother’s pleadings had moved his father to release him.

  Vaughn laid a hand on Joshua’s shoulder. “I’m not here to stay,” he said gently.

  This time the disappointment in Joshua’s eyes was easy to read. He stepped back, covering the emotion with formal pride. “Come in, my lord.”

  Vaughn handed over his coat, hat and gloves and strode through the broad entrance hall into the circular foyer that dominated the center of the building, where he halted. He turned a full circle on his heels, taking in the cold marble surfaces and massive round columns that lined the foyer in regimented pairs. They were dazzlingly lit by the glass dome on the roof that bathed the foyer in natural sunlight, showcasing the polished, untouched perfection of the green-flecked marble. The foyer was widely admired across five counties for its elegant, unusual design. Whenever his father loosened the purse strings enough to entertain, the foyer was thick with guests, dotted about the floor and the stairs, tucked into the recesses between the columns, gossiping.

  But while everyone had appeared to enjoy the spectacular room, Vaughn’s recollection of the foyer was a bitter one that caught at his throat. His gaze lingered on the staircase that swooped in a spiral to both upper floors. His pulse skittered at the sight of the thick stone balustrade on the first floor. That was where he had stood as a frightened ten-year old, his fingers trying to dig into the cold stone, watching his mother leave in the middle of the night.

  She had promised to send for him, with as many kisses and hugs as she could manage before hurrying to escape the house. She had smelled of lavender and her hand against his cheek had been warm and delicate.

  That had been the last time he’d seen her alive.

  “Your father is at dinner. Shall I announce you?” Joshua asked, startling Vaughn and bringing him back to the present.

  “And ruin the surprise?” Vaughn asked, already heading toward the high-arched French doors. Taking a calming breath, he opened the double doors and stepped inside.

  The room was long and dim compared to the foyer. There were a row of tall sash windows along one wall and their limited light fell on a collection of large portraits and mediocre landscapes hanging from the picture rail on the other. Between was an ocean of expensive oriental carpets, pinned down on the edges by heavy, hand-carved buffets and occasional chairs. All of them framed the focal point of the room: a long Georgian mahogany dining table that easily seated thirty people.

  There were not that many people dining this evening. In fact, there were only two. One was a woman sitting at the right of the head of the table, her back to Vaughn. This could only be his father’s new fiancée, Elisa.

  The woman who had ripped Kirkaldy from him.

  She was to blame for all of this. It was because of her he had been forced back to Fairleigh Hall to confront Rufus.

  The sight of her erect back filled him with a sudden sharp fury he hadn’t suspected he held. His whole body tightened with it. She was ruining his life, taking away from him the only precious memories he owned.

  Vaughn blinked, astonished at the power of the emotion that bubbled up inside him now that he was at the point of confrontation for which he had been bracing himself.

  His attention was drawn to the short man sitting at the head of the table. Rufus Wardell was staring at him, his gray brows furrowing together in a frown Vaughn remembered well. Rufus’ permanently red cheeks bracketed a big nose. Small muddy brown eyes sat above them. Even at sixty, Rufus’ hair was thick, but it was coarse and dirty gray. With his short, rotund shape he might have appeared boyish, but because of the cruel light in his eyes and the cynical twist to his lips, Rufus looked more like a maniacal cherub.

  He studied Vaughn as though he were trying to place him. He probably was. Vaughn was over six feet tall. He was broad across the shoulders thanks to hours as an adolescent taking his frustrations out upon various professional pugilists. There was nothing of the boy who had left Fairleigh Hall so very long ago.

  After an endless moment, surprise crossed Rufus’ face. He’d finally recognized him. “What the hell are you doing here, boy?” Rufus asked, his rasping voice bereft of any warmth.

  Though Vaughn had anticipated his reaction, it still stung. “Thank you for the nice welcome, Father. It’s a pleasure to see you, too.”

  It apparently disturbed Rufus Wardell not at all that this was the first return of the child he tossed out without regard nearly twenty years ago. No conscience appeared to stir him at the arrival of the son he had inexcusably wronged.

  The anger squeezed Vaughn’s throat and chest and nearly closed off his breath. He’d hoped there would have been some doubt, some chance of redemption, but there was none.

  “Well, out with it!” Rufus glared at Vaughn. “You obviously have something on your mind, or you would not have traveled so far. Pray tell,” he added with patently false politeness, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

  “I’m not here to be polite, so you needn’t extend yourself,” Vaughn assured him.

  “Then get out. I’m dining with the woman I intend to marry and your presence is not welcome.” Rufus shot a look at Elisa, who sat in per
fect stillness at the end of the table, her head bowed in imitation of a modest woman.

  Vaughn’s friends had been quick to advise him just how short on modesty the harlot was. He paused, trying to quell the hot tide of resentment rising in him. “It is about her that I am here,” he said. He stepped around the end of the table to face Elisa, and swept into a low bow. The courtesy came automatically, as did the phrasing: “My lady, we have not had the pleasure of being introduced—”

  —and then, he looked at her properly for the first time. Shock slithered through his veins, dispersing all the fury, resentment and indignation in one breathless moment.

  As her large eyes glanced up at him, wide with apprehension, he stared at her, taking in her face and apparel, trying to estimate just how old she was. Blue eyes the same glorious shade as a bright summer sky stared back at him as she gave a hesitant, nervous smile. The smile drew his attention to her full, pleasantly pink lips and the white teeth behind.

  Her skin was softly touched by the sun, but flawless and as he took her hand and bowed over it again, he noticed the cheeks bloom with hot color at his attention.

  Absurdly, her coyness sent a thrill of pleasure through him.

  He could not help but smile as he stepped back. She ducked her chin, unable to look at him directly. It was then he noticed the head of gleaming blonde curls the color of wheat. A silky ringlet tipped forward across her shoulder at her movement and he fought the temptation to brush it gently back.

  She was so young…and sweetly, stunningly beautiful. The thought occurred to him with a shock that momentarily obliterated the sting of his father’s cold welcome. With it came confusion, because although he had not heard how young his father’s fiancée was, Vaughn was more than familiar with the rumors of her sordid past.