{"id":2610,"date":"2020-07-21T21:01:37","date_gmt":"2020-07-22T04:01:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=2610"},"modified":"2020-07-21T07:04:53","modified_gmt":"2020-07-21T14:04:53","slug":"perilous-love-jan-selbourne-mfrwhooks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2020\/07\/21\/perilous-love-jan-selbourne-mfrwhooks\/","title":{"rendered":"A very Perilous Love: Jan Selbourne #MFRWHooks"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Perilous<\/a>Perilous Love<\/a><\/p>\n

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\nBarely tolerating each other, Adrian and Gabrielle are trapped in Belgium as the clouds of war loom over Europe. Plunged into a nightmare of lies and betrayal, they flee for their lives as the German forces cross the border. Narrowly evading capture, witnessing death and atrocities, they reach safety as two different people who’ve found deep love. But, the tentacles of treachery have spread to England where Adrian faces charges of treason and a woman who\u2019ll stop at nothing to see him dead.<\/p>\n

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The first soft shafts of sunlight woke Adrian. The ground was hard and he was cold. He\u2019d barely slept because of his throbbing foot and he was as thirsty as hell. He hobbled to the canal and drank thirstily then dipped both his feet into the cold water. He let out a slow sigh as the pain eased. Gabrielle knelt at the water\u2019s edge beside him and washed her face and pushed her wet fingers through her hair to slick down the untidy curls.<\/p>\n

Her voice was low and angry. \u2018What was she like?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018What are you talking about?\u2019 He scowled, dreading what was coming.<\/p>\n

\u2018Sigrid, Maryanne, whatever her name was,\u2019 she snapped back.<\/p>\n

\u2018What the hell are you trying to do Gaby? Force an argument?<\/p>\n

\u2018No, I\u2019m not forcing an argument. I really want to know! You preferred that woman\u2019s company to mine and your children\u2019s and because of her and my uncle and your unbelievable stupidity, two innocent people have died, and we are forced to rely on each other to stay alive.\u00a0 Are you proud of yourself? And was her beauty and obvious bedroom expertise worth all of this?\u2019<\/p>\n

Adrian turned his head away, angry and embarrassed.<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019m waiting,\u2019 she persisted. I presume you also showered her with gifts and expensive baubles while we would be lucky to see you on our birthdays.\u2019<\/p>\n

Something snapped inside him. He\u2019d had enough of her barbs and sarcasm.<\/p>\n

Furious, he turned to face her. \u2018If I could get up and walk away, I would. Just what are you trying to achieve? We\u2019ve avoided capture by the skin of our teeth, we have no idea how to get away, the Germans are pouring into Belgium, thousands will be killed and you want to know if I showered her with gifts. Why don\u2019t we concentrate on getting out of here and then you will be free of me?\u00a0 Now for Christ\u2019s sake leave it alone.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You want to get up and walk away?\u2019 her voice dripped scorn. \u2018Did I walk away from that lonely, empty life, in that big lonely house? Making excuses to your children, visiting neighbours on my own. Did I show such contempt for my marriage vows?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You forgot to mention entertaining Charlton in my home,\u2019 he snarled and flinched as Gabrielle\u2019s hand slapped his face.<\/p>\n

\u2018Yes, your home.\u2019 Gabrielle yelled. \u2018I may have lived there and given birth to your children there, but it was always your home. I pray to God we will return to England and you can enjoy your home with your expensive treacherous harlots!\u2019\u00a0 Her hands clenched into fists. \u2018Yes! Brian did share my bed. You were never there, you couldn\u2019t care less about me or our children, you were so besotted with that German harlot\u2019s devious charms you had no idea what was going on. She was exceptionally clever, and you were exceptionally stupid.<\/p>\n

Adrian rubbed his cheek and pointed his finger at her. \u2018If you hit me again, you will be sorry. You want to know what she was like. She had long wavy auburn hair, a figure that made men\u2019s eyes water and yes, she had expertise in the bedroom. She could drink me under the table and she could discuss politics like a man. She was exceptionally clever and yes you are right, I was exceptionally stupid, because I hadn\u2019t a clue she was German or she\u2019d bedded a cabinet minister or she\u2019d been on other assignments for your uncle. I hope I\u2019ve answered all your questions and I don\u2019t give a damn whether you believe me or not, but I\u2019m bloody ashamed of myself. And I hope to God we\u2019ll get back to England, so you can do whatever you want and I won\u2019t have to listen to your harping sarcastic tongue. Are you happy now?<\/p>\n

\u2018Oh yes, very happy, thank you. Who wouldn\u2019t be, sitting with you on the damp ground beside a canal without food or clean clothes,\u2019 her eyes glittered with contempt, \u2018How does it feel that you, a cabinet minister and my uncle shared her? I wonder if she kept an inventory of her jewellery and gifts to remember who gave her what.\u2019<\/p>\n

He pulled his feet from the water and stood up. \u2018I\u2019m not listening to your ranting, nor am I waiting here for them to find me.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You can\u2019t face the truth, can you?\u2019 she shouted at him. \u2018Well, unpleasant as it is, you need me and I need you to survive. When we reach safety, you can go back to the life you enjoyed with your sophisticated women without the inconvenience of an unwanted wife.\u00a0 And if we get out of here, I don\u2019t want anything from you. Not even a Christmas card.\u2019 Her lip curled.\u00a0 \u2018A gentleman never breaks a business contract, but it\u2019s of no consequence to break your marriage vows.\u2019<\/p>\n

Adrian reached down and roughly pulled her up to face him, his eyes black with fury.<\/p>\n

\u2018I can\u2019t face the truth? It\u2019s a pity you didn\u2019t meet and marry that useless fop Charlton eight years ago, because he\u2019d have been the target for your sainted uncle\u2019s lunacy instead of me!\u00a0 Christ, you haven\u2019t shut up about your miserable marriage but look where it\u2019s got me!\u00a0 Stitched up like a bloody weaver\u2019s loom, set up as a traitor, hiding like a fugitive. And why?\u00a0 Because I had the temerity to marry you!\u2019 He turned his back and hobbled over to the grazing horse. \u2018I\u2019m leaving, are you coming with me or staying here?\u2019<\/p>\n

Gabrielle\u2019s face mirrored the shock she felt at Adrian\u2019s words. Her foot lashed out sending a small log into the water and she walked up to Adrian, her fists clenched, then without warning she burst into tears.<\/p>\n

\u2018I have no choice.\u2019 Her voice was raw with emotion. \u2018All I want is to get out of Belgium and go back to my children and never see you again!\u2019<\/p>\n

Adrian gripped her arms, his fingers digging into her flesh. \u2018You\u2019ll get your bloody freedom one way or the other. If we get out of this, I\u2019ll gladly give it. If I\u2019m shot, you can play the grieving widow for a day or two. Now shut up and help me get this horse into the shafts.\u2019<\/p>\n

He heaved himself into the driving seat, knowing damn well they were suffering huge reactions to the events they had witnessed. His insides were ripped apart enough without her rubbing his face in it again and again. How could he have been so bloody naive?\u00a0 It wouldn\u2019t matter how loudly he protested his innocence, the fact remained his mistress had wheedled far too much information from him and a senior government minister named Edmund. Good God! Sir Edmund Charters! Close to the Prime Minister, related to the Foreign Minister. That old fool must be nearly seventy and you, Bryce, are the biggest fool of them all.<\/em><\/p>\n

Jan<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jan Selbourne was born and educated in Melbourne, Australia and her love of literature and history began as soon as she learned to read and hold a pen. After graduating from a Melbourne Business College her career began in the dusty world of ledgers and accounting, working in Victoria, Queensland and the United Kingdom. On the point of retiring, she changed course to work as secretary of a large NSW historical society. Now retired Jan is enjoying her love of travelling and literature. She has two children, a stray live in cat and lives near Maitland, New South Wales.<\/p>\n

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