rules to catch a devilish duke by suzanne enoch

She should have listened to Lady Haybury when that wise woman had told her she would find more trouble than welcome in York. The slight amusement she'd felt earlier at the pure absurdity of the moment vanished along with her air. Her next footstep, though, found the bottom missing, and she went down. Her shoe lodged into a pile of tumbled rocks, and with a curse she stepped out of it. A drowned turkey bumped into her bare thighs, making her lose her footing. Most of the men were already on shore evidently chivalry didn't include fishing freezing women out of chest-deep water during a snowstorm.Ībruptly beginning to worry that the water would shove her under the jagged-edged ice and drown her, Sophia clenched her chattering teeth, hiked her dragging, tangled skirts up around her hips, and pushed forward. Chunks of ice dislodged by the coach's demise and the swift current pushed at her, sending her flailing toward the solid section of ice beyond. Her legs were numb, but with a deep breath she pushed off from the coach and began a half-swimming walk to the nearest shore. And since she'd missed her chance to listen to her employer and all her friends who'd told her not to journey to Yorkshire in the middle of December when she already had an obligation in Cornwall in mid-January, this time she needed to pay attention. Coughing, she decided that the coachman's advice fell into the 'should be followed' category. Shivering, Sophia opened her mouth to protest that the top-or side-of the coach was much closer than the shore, but a whipped-up wave of water poured into her lungs. 'If I was you, miss, I'd stop arguing and swim to shore like the others. 'I already lost the horses and the Christmas turkeys,' the driver grunted, his voice thready through the wind and blowing snow.

'Stop that and give me your hand,' she ordered, the rush of the cold water leaving her breathless. Heaven knew she'd been warned that this particular journey was a poor idea, and at the moment she could certainly attest to the fact that her friends had been correct about that.Ībove her on the partly submerged left-hand side and now roof of the mail coach, the driver seemed far more interested in retrieving satchels of correspondence than in the dozen people splashing about around him. There were some pieces of advice, Sophia White reflected as she clung to the overturned coach's wheel in the middle of the half-frozen river Aire, that one should simply not ignore.

Rules to catch a devilish duke by suzanne enoch