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Scandalous
Scandalous
Scandalous
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Scandalous

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Belinda is the most beautiful damsel in all of aristocratic England, and as she heads to an afternoon tea party she feels confident that every man she encounters will worship the ground she walks on. What this fluffy belle cannot foresee is that one gent’s desire for her will turn into a scandalous obsession destined to keep gossipmongers talking for years. Nor can she predict the full scale war that will break out between her army of guardian fairies and a gnome who is hell bent on destroying her esteemed reputation.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJames Carter
Release dateJun 9, 2012
ISBN9781476420097
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James Carter

James Carter is an award-winning children's poet, non-fiction writer and musician. He has visited 1500+ schools in the UK and abroad in the last two decades and performed at such festivals as Edinburgh, Hay, Bath and Cheltenham. His buzzy, high energy poetry days/ Zooms are ultimately all about encouraging young writers.

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    Scandalous - James Carter

    Scandalous

    James Carter

    Cover and Text Copyright held by Robert Henning and James Carter -- 2012

    All rights reserved. No part of this book shall be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, magnetic, photographic including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission from the author.

    Smashwords edition.

    Inspired by Alexander Pope’s Rape of the Lock.

    Beauty can be such a curse. I sometimes think there’s nothing worse.

    Chapter 1

    The air was a joyous celebration of life: a whisper touched by the moistness of dew and warmed by golden rays from a dazzling yellow sun. Twittering birds filled the heavens with a chorus, and an invisible orchestra of angels played Mozart up in the clouds. This was a morning like no other: the perfect start to a day where there would be no rain, no blustery wind and no dismal fog. A day for smelling flowers and taking long walks: for painting outdoors and catching butterflies.

    At Chiswick Court Betty tiptoed into Belinda’s room as quietly as she could. It was very important not to interrupt the damsel’s sleep in a harsh manner, for the young lady had a terrible habit of waking on the wrong side of the bed.

    Resplendent in her black and white uniform, the dumpling of a maid moved through the pink light that filled the sleeping chamber. Her first port of call was the four-poster bed, where God’s gift to mankind lay wrapped up in satin sheets. The blond belle was away with her dreams, and only stirred lightly in her slumber as Betty ran a critical eye over the scene. Next came the heavy pink curtains, which Betty deliberately opened slowly. Sunlight cascaded into the goddess’ realm, revealing marble floors, polished oak chairs and cushions crafted from China’s priciest silk.

    The warmth that suddenly filled the room was enough to wake Shock, and the lapdog jumped onto all fours with a fluster and a shake. Betty scowled at the pampered darling as she made her way to the exit with light footsteps. The English maid was duly followed by Belinda’s sacred pet, for this was an English household and both were accustomed to a formal routine:

    Open the curtains;

    Release the hound onto the lawn;

    Allow madam to awake gracefully;

    Present breakfast;

    Dress madam;

    See madam to her carriage;

    Clean madam’s quarters.

    Betty’s work was never done, and as she shut the door on her slumbering mistress she pondered a lifetime spent in the service of others. Such thoughts were enough to induce mild depression.

    Stillness descended over Belinda’s domain, and the sound of a ticking clock was all that could be heard by her guardian fairy. He fluttered about the room with the grace and flair of a fast moving soap bubble: one moment translucent, the next exploding with color.

    Ariel…

    Chief protector of England’s finest rose…

    Invisible chaperone for the kingdom’s most sought after crumpet…

    The magical being landed on Belinda’s sprawling bed, then changed his fickle mind and decided to hover over the belle’s porcelain face. Her beauty was so flawless that even he felt a pang of longing inside his fairy heart. Such love, such devotion… no other human was more adored by the sylphs and elves of this world.

    Ariel could not linger for long. Astute fairy that he was, he felt compelled to deliver an important message to his mistress. It was vital that he let her know about the dangers that lay ahead: the unseen traps, the slippery surfaces, the encounters that might promote gossip. Attending an English tea party was no laughing matter, and precautions were required if one hoped to survive such as arduous social engagement.

    With his determination never stronger, Ariel fluttered into Belinda’s left ear and set about spinning a dream for her sleepy mind to consider.

    The vision starts with a masquerade of beaus and damsels at play in expensive clothes and carefully applied makeup. There is dancing, music, and laughter!

    Then something more sinister appears; an image of a man kissing a woman beneath the moonlight…

    A lie!

    I love you.

    The ultimate lie!

    The two run through a marble hall, giggling and teasing one another, and soon they arrive in a room with a four-poster bed covered in silk and satin.

    Oh no!

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