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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Brett Richards buys a derelict castle, restores it and goes to live in it. Still pining for a lover who left him, he is excited when he meets Victoria, a stunningly beautiful woman, with a deeply sensual nature. Brett refuses a one-night stand, but when he meets Victoria again, she is savagely hot for him, and they begin a torrid affair. Brett's father is glad his son has finally found his châtelaine, but Brett's closest friends wonder whether the erotic nights with Victoria are enough for Brett. A chance encounter at a fashionable restaurant serves to muddy the waters considerably. Will Brett be able to forget his old love with a new one?

eBook Publisher: DCL Publications LLC, Published: Australia, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2007

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [671 KB], eReader (PDB) [232 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [221 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [197 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [205 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [240 KB], hiebook (KML) [513 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [281 KB], iSilo (PDB) [183 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [228 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [276 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [300 KB]
Words: 67849
Reading time: 193-271 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978-1-921347-24-5

Driving back to London on Saturday morning after visiting a client in Wareham, Dorset, Brett Richards decided to take the narrow coast road to Poole--such beautiful country. After a while, he came to Blandhurst, a small town, or was it a big village, which seemed to have cornered the market in thatched roofing. It was an attractive, prosperous-looking place. Driving on slowly, he saw that many of the houses were half-timbered, narrow side streets showing more modest cottages, invariably growing vegetables in the front garden, the back yard probably given over to a goat or two, perhaps a pig. He saw a Norman tower looming over a church, the intricate leaded glass windows protected on the outside by sturdy plastic sheeting against a casual stone thrown by a bored local yokel. Regrettable, but necessary.

Brett continued his drive through Blandhurst, noticing a dilapidated sign, hanging uncertainly by its one remaining nail, 'Blue Lake Castle--3m'. Well, if the castle was in the same condition as its sign, it would hardly be worth his while. Still, three miles...

He turned right as the sign indicated and, after a curve in the road, he saw it. A real castle, sitting on the brow of a wide hillock, which descended to a pretty lake. Blue Lake, evidently.

His architect's instincts aroused now, Brett drove up the narrow road to the castle and parked his sporty Jaguar in the large forecourt. First thing he noticed, a weathered 'For Sale' sign. Interesting. He walked up to the castle's central tower, three floors high, with two lower, elegantly curved wings, their tops crenellated. They had probably been truncated at some time in the past. He walked around to the back, and saw indications that originally these two wings had met in a perfect circle, protecting a large enclosure. He nodded to himself, returning to the front and studying the imposing entrance. Giving the door a gentle push, he was surprised to find it swing open.