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THE GUISE OF A GENTLEMAN A REGENCY ROMANCE
by Donna Hatch
Image yourself in the wondurous world of lords and ladies, libertines and lovers. Dance with dukes, battle pirates, and fall in love.
For the Romantic in all of us.
Believe in Happy Endings
The widow Elise is a perfect English lady living within the confines of society for the sake of her impressionable son. Her quite world is shattered when she meets the impulsive and scandalous Jared Amesbury. His roguish charm awaken her yearning for freedom and adventure. But his irrepressible grin and sea-green eyes hide a secret.
A gentleman by day, a pirate by night, Jared accepts one last assignment before he can be truly free. Elise gives him hope that he, too, can find love and belonging. His hopes are crushed when his best laid plans go awry and Elise is dragged into his world of violence and deceit. She may not survive the revelation of Jared’s past … or still love him when the truth is revealed.
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WHAT LIES WEST
A Novel of the American Frontier
by LaDene Morton
A hero’s tale, a love story, a saga of suspense and a classic western idyll…WHAT LIES WEST is an epic story of one woman’s search for her place on the American frontier.
Read the excerpt…
And, while watching the demonstration from his perch, Ted thought of home and the unrest there. The two recent assassinations, and other acts of violence, killings and bombings in Mississippi and Alabama and elsewhere, racially motivated, and now, the riots on campuses and cities that he and Susan were missing, all of these incidents were not so distant or so different from the demonstration and riot that he spent the day watching. He wondered where it would all end, and was unable to predict a peaceful ending.
Though there were similarities between the demonstrations and riots in the two countries, yet somehow, the Philippine struggled remained uniquely Filipino, with so much on the line, while the war in Vietnam served as a catalyst for the unrest in both countries. Those kids out in the street in front of his building were advocating for much more than peace. They could if they gained enough momentum bring down a government. When they tried to storm Malacanang Palace, the presidential mansion, and battled riot police in what became known as the Battle of Mendiola, some of them no doubt had that in mind. But in terms of doctrine they still followed their heart. Most of them weren’t Maoist, before they took to the streets; and the first demonstrations they had on the campuses were staged for nationalistic reasons. They did it in their own way; only a few of them were as influenced by China as Nick was. For most of them Mao was not a staple. It would, if at all, creep-in in small doses. Seven or eight students, after Nick, went to China for some conference. But too many students were injured in the Battle of Mendiola for that battle to be forgotten. Remember the cry “Remember the Alamo,” Ted did. On the village level people were more interested in owning their own land than who or how a person ran the country.
It was evident when you got to know both countries that the differences between the two were too great for a consensus to ever develop except for the concept of agreeing to disagree. Ted found in the Philippines many of the trappings he had known at home, but without the sameness that bored him.
Because of his nationality Ted was on the wrong side there. But he used to think, as he learned more about Philippine people, that he’d try to become more Filipino than the Filipinos he knew. He didn’t, however, quite know how to pull that off, but he tried. He learned to hold hands with men in public and feel at ease doing it; and everyone knew that he didn’t want to make a mistake, to confront someone too directly and shame them in that way. By then he knew to go through a third person.
Elaine had everything, money and looks. She stood out. Nick knew when he saw her, especially after they talked, that he would like to take her out. He eventually asked her. She eventually accepted. The other way it could’ve gone was for him to have been less forward. There were dates, private ones and public ones. He tended to show her off. He gave up some of his standing with other radicals because of her. So as not to be a hindrance, she tried at first to be as discreet as possible around the university; and then, in an attempt to be even more tactful, she insisted that they not be seen together there. After a while that didn’t seem to matter. And then, little by little, on campus and off, Elaine became more brazen. She became militant and vocal. She had no trouble telling people who she was, something she couldn’t change, and some days she even marched with the demonstrators, marched right up front arm in arm with Ben and Nick. The story that got back to her father, and his superiors…and, inevitably, it got her picture in the paper…was that here was an America young lady who had been led astray by her Filipino boyfriend, and her father was really embarrassed by it.
She knew how the stories effected her father and hurt his career. She said, when she was confronted with the picture, “I love Nick, what can I say? But that isn’t all there is to it. I suppose I’m going through a rebellious stage, on top of everything else, on top of my loving him, I mean…I mean I want to be with him, even if it means I have to shift my allegiance. But my loving him doesn’t mean I have stopped loving my family. Nick has always been a leader, and that has never been more evident than now. The more he does, the more he’s in front of the public and less he’s able to hide in his cave. He doesn’t hold it against my father for being the commander of a navel station. He’s just patriotic. He hates injustice. I see his pain and anger when he talks about it. He says our bases here have to be closed. That’s something he has in common with most students and professors alike. I’m lucky to have parents who always taught me to think for myself. It has given me the courage to make my own decisions. When I think of them in the context of what I am now, they’ll support me no matter what and I’m the one who has to live with me. I know Nick might be hard for them to take, but I’m sure my parents want me to be happy.”
In time Elaine moved out of her parents’ home, out of Forbes Park. She found a less secure apartment that gave her more freedom, somewhere inside Ermita, an easy commute to the university. And now she could have guest over. It was a freedom she hadn’t had before: her boyfriend could come over and spend the night without too many questions being asked; her boyfriend liked that. Usually, such an arrangement in Manila meant a husband could keep a mistress secretly. But something else happened in this case: Nick became more committed to Elaine, a Filipino radical committed to an American woman, how was that? Their relationship had promise. It became accepted. But Elaine’s father, near the end of his career, felt betrayed. He blamed Elaine for bad behavior and everything else he could think of. But he knew his daughter and knew he couldn’t control her. Just so he liked Nick; that was all Elaine wanted from him. In the end he admitted that he did. Her mother basically stayed out of it.
Elaine was no longer a student at the university. She said, “That would’ve unnecessarily raised some eyebrows. I feel the color of my skin causes us enough problems. This world is maddening. All people ever think about are our differences and not what binds us together. In their mind, because we’re a mixed couple, I must be a whore. And I didn’t have to learn that, I could feel it, which has made me more defiant. I just want to be loved.”
It was while she was demonstrating with Nick at the university that her father received a transfer. They would close down their Forbes Park home and leave Elaine in Manila. And he had built up a fair amount of leave time. He used it and his pull to get transferred to the Far East section in the Pentagon, and they moved to a new family home in Arlington Virginia. There was no question that Elaine’s behavior changed the course of his career; so he had every reason to be pissed at her. It was as though she had turned against him though he couldn’t believe in his heart that she would do that. That was when she began to call her mother to check on him. She often wrote after that, and that was one way her father gained intelligence for the Navy. She hoped to marry Nick, and there were many good times they shared together.
She said, “I’m afraid Nick will get himself arrested and where would that leave me.” She failed to see that she too could get arrested.
She still loved her parents. She said to Ted one day, “I hope they’ll forgive me when they realize how much I love Nick. I hope I’ll always have a loving relationship with my parents. I perhaps made a mistake in how I went about this, in what I did and how it hurt them. Maybe someday I can bring Nick to America, and maybe we can live near them. But not now. Now there’s a job to do and a cause to win. And he loves me. I know that. Just because he’s a Filipino and I’m an American doesn’t mean it won’t work. This is just the way it happened. He could’ve chosen a Filipina, but he chose me. He wouldn’t have anything to do with it at first. He was too scared. He didn’t like it that I was an American. He could’ve stayed away from me. So I took off all my makeup. He was really lonely. In his little cave with his Chinese music. So, so radical. But he was still a human being. So in a way you could say I trapped him. He didn’t have a girlfriend. There was no sign of a jungle bride in sight. It was easy for me to trap him and enter his cave when he left it unlocked. At one stage I caught him alone reading that little red book by you know who, and when I barged in and scared the shit out of him he almost jumped me then. I thought I was going to laugh my head off. But then I thought, ‘I’ve made a mistake. I tried to put on my best face, and when he asked me to sit down I tried not to look too excited. The fact was I was jumping up and down inside. He commanded me to stay. I was surprised by that, and we went through a long period of game playing, little tits for tats, and many other things about ‘your country is this, and my country is that, and it took forever, it seemed, to get to something personal. And why did I bother? He’s cute and smart. I actually loved how he was. Loved the challenge, as much as anything. It took months for him to come around. I bugged the hell out of him. He gave more lectures than I could stand. I put up with it and showed I could take it, and proved to him that I’m pretty tough little cookie. I actually thought a number of times that it wouldn’t happen, and I was so very proud when it did. I thought he was this hard-nose revolutionary because he acted like one and was impressed by that. Then I began to break through his façade. It worked because he was lonely. The work he was doing became less important to him than me. I felt ashamed of myself for shattering his image of himself, and for flaunting my ass and boobs. Ask me if I should’ve been more considerate. I suggest you ask him. I think you can see why I love him. He’s full of shit and he knows it, but I wouldn’t take it away from him. We all need something, and some of us need more of it than others do, even if it’s shit.”