Patricia_Lynn

Still, she could hear Jonathan calling her a bitch, among other things. She heard the fabric of her dress rip, felt the night air against her flesh and her warm tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Desperate, she willed herself to move, but it didn’t help and an empty despair crept into her very soul.
Roselynn felt his rough lips as they moved over hers and he roughly fondled her breast while his other hand worked its way down her stomach, towards her inner thigh.
At once she felt helpless and very ashamed of herself for not being able to dislodge him.
Desperation washed over her and she began praying he’d stop touching her and start beating her again.
When Roselynn felt the weight of his body leaving hers, she thought she’d get her wish. No longer did she feel his hand upon her breast, or between her thighs, instead, she heard a husky voice, a deep forceful purr.
“Ye canno’ have her, ye filthy bastard!”
His voice was incredibly alluring; surely, she’d died. She’d never heard a man’s voice purr to perfection quite like his, and it was having the strangest effects on her senses.
Roselynn thought it would be nice to see the angel who’d saved her from Jonathan’s attack, if it were any indication of the voice, he truly must be handsome.
Roselynn felt the comfort of strong hands slide under her, gently lifting her off the cold ground. Again, she heard his voice vibrating against her ear.
“He’ll no’ touch ye again lass, tis’ a promise. He’ll no’ ever hurt ye again.”
She felt herself being lifted higher; something warm and strong snuggled against her body. She could feel a warm hand upon her cheek, softly stroking the tears and hair from her face, along with it, her worries.
Once more, she heard him whisper, “Ssh, lass, I’ll no’ let him hurt ye again.” Among other words of comfort she didn’t quite understand due to his acute accent, yet it sounded heavenly.
Roselynn felt something warm and moist lightly pressed against her forehead. The touch, soft and gentle, those of an angel’s caresses, perchance a pair of soft lips. They were nothing like Jonathan’s; her savior was kissing her like he truly cared.
The rapture of his arms tightened around her waist, bringing her even closer to his warmth. At the same time something silky smooth, feathered the side of her face and neck, and she should’ve been scared, yet the only thing she felt was content.
Suddenly, Roselynn felt cold and she heard her father’s voice, “I have promised your hand to Sir Robert Delbeck. He’ll be coming for you on your eighteenth birthday.
Roselynn could see her father lying on his bed, yet he was so still. Kneeling on the floor at his bedside, she placed his cold hand into her own, and raised it to her lips. No longer could she hold back the tears and they flowed freely down her cheeks.
Again, everything went black, but still she heard someone calling her name, over and over.
The next thing Roselynn knew she was in her bedchamber, and there was a wild pounding at the door. Suddenly, it burst open and she saw a tall figure silhouetted in the entrance. A gentleman, he looked to be forty years of age. His image became more in focus as he walked toward her and when he stood directly in front of her, Roselynn found herself appalled to realize it was Sir Robert Delbeck. His hair was fashionably brown, with silver streaks running through it, his eyes, pale blue.
His smile was that of pure evil, as he said, “It is time you came with me. I told you your father would give you to me. Now I have come to claim what is rightfully mine, and you my dear, are mine. No, I find I have changed my mind, I prefer you right here, right now.”
Roselynn tried to get up, but before she could, he had already placed his hands on her shoulders and pinned her to the bed, restraining any further movement, “Don’t get up on my account, my dear, and besides I’d much prefer you on your back. I have every intention of keeping you there quite often.”
Roselynn closed her eyes tight, not wanting to see his evil grin of victory. Again, she heard someone calling her name, but this time it sounded like a woman’s voice.
1761
Chapter One
Tina rushed into the bedchamber. What she saw caused her heart to sink. Roselynn was thrashing around chaotically as if she were desperately trying to fight off an assailant.
Rushing over, she grabbed her shoulders and lightly shook, “Roselynn, wake up. Wake up, you’re having a nightmare.”
Roselynn opened her eyes to find Tina, standing over her. Her long brown hair spiraled down across the bed. Looking at Tina, she couldn’t help but notice the sadness that radiated within her lovely forest green eyes. It warmed her heart knowing Tina cared for her as she did. Roselynn sat up and took Tina’s hand into her own.
“It’s all right, Tina.” Roselynn pushed her sweat dampened curls out of her eyes with an unsteady hand.
“Everything is fine…I just had another…ah…” Roselynn forced the word past her parched mouth, “nightmare.”
“I heard you screaming, so, I let myself in.” Tina’s lovely features were pinched with concern. “Please, don’t be angry with me.”
As if, she could be angry with her, it was Tina who had taken care of her father while she’d been at Samantha’s. Tina was the one who had found her that morning, her dress had been torn down the front and she was covered in mud.
Roselynn often wondered if her savior knew her father, or if it were mere coincidence, that he’d dropped her off on her own doorstep.
Once she had ventured out and asked her father if he knew any Scottish gentlemen. His answer had been no; it was as confusing then as it is now.
Roselynn didn’t clearly remember everything about that night, only bits and pieces. For the longest time she had struggled with her inner self, trying to understand everything.
But what bothered her, she hadn’t a clue as to whom her savior was and if he’d keep his promise and how did he know where to drop her off?

PaintedDiary

Hey Patricia, sound wonderful so far! The only tiny sugesstion would be the length. I have to come back to read the rest.