Taken By The Highwayman

By Amelia Casey

'Stand and deliver!'

The highwayman's call made Lady Anabel Mayward's pulse race...but not from fear. Tales of the 'knights of the road' had always piqued her curiosity, but Sullivan aroused something new: desire.

With an arranged marriage looming, Anabel never expected to have control over who would be the first to bed her...until Sullivan took her to his forest hideaway where they could give free rein to their wild passion....

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
• Release date: Apr 1, 2010
• ISBN: 9781460887004

Amelia Casey

Amelia Casey is the daughter of wandering parents who imparted a love of travel and foreign cultures early on. She remembers always wanting to read, and later write. As a young girl she would compose stories set in her favourite authors' worlds, happily oblivious of copyright law. Amelia's first love affair with history came through D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths, and the relationship was profound, the emotions heightened. Since then, she's immersed herself in the study of classical worlds, American and British history, and revolutionary times in Europe. She is also fascinated by folklore and mythology and has a weakness for ghost stories and sordid tales from the past. Amelia holds a degree in English literature and history, which gave her a chance to explore lifelong passions. Her bookshelf is crammed full of reference books, romantic and genre fiction, and dusty old volumes that prove so irresistible to collect. After a youth spent sneaking her grandmother's romance novels and hanging around the bookstore to page to the "best parts" in those books, Amelia is thrilled to be writing for Harlequin Historical Undone. You can email her at [e-mail]

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Taken by the Highwayman

Amelia Casey

Stand and deliver!

The highwayman’s call made Lady Anabel Mayward’s pulse race…but not from fear. Tales of the knights of the road had always piqued her curiosity, but Sullivan aroused something new: desire. With an arranged marriage looming, Anabel never expected to have control over who would be the first to bed her…until Sullivan took her to his forest hideaway where they could give free rein to their wild passion….

As soon as I saw Harlequin Historical’s Undone line announced, I knew that we would have a passionate relationship. Since I was a little girl I’ve loved to think about past times and far-off places, and my favorite books helped to provide visuals and memorable characters for my daydreams: brave, beautiful women and handsomely heroic men courted in castles and on battlements and by moonlight. What could be better than Harlequin’s Undone, set up to transport grown-up girls to distant lands on a sensual adventure?

I have studied English and history for many years, and my shelves are packed full of well-loved novels and esoteric reference tomes. Yet the first spark for Taken by the Highwayman came from art instead of literature. The lovely painting by Victorian artist William Powell Frith, Claude Duval, depicts a scene out of old British folklore—infamous highwayman Duval poised to ask a lady to dance after holding up her carriage, so struck was he by her beauty.

I have long been drawn to folklore, mythology and tales with an eclectic bent, favoring ghosts, pirates, fairies, and of course rogues, knaves, and desperately attractive villains. Outlaws allow us to go places we cannot go otherwise. Taken by the Highwayman is the story of what happens after dancing with a dangerous thief at night.

I was excited to write about a sexy highwayman, a legend that appeals to the Robin Hood in us all. My heroine, trapped in a loveless engagement, longs to declare her independence in a strict Victorian era where she is valued only for her marriageability and seeming innocence. Her meeting with a figure out of legend—a masked, accented, and mysterious robber—will lead her down a very different path.

I am thrilled to be joining the Undone community and hope that readers will enjoy their encounter with a gallant highwayman on the dark, fog-bound roads outside of London…

For Rose

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The carriage rattled and rolled past Highgate. The night had been prematurely dark and full of fog, and there wasn’t much to glimpse past the thick glass windows. Instead Anabel was forced to turn a blank smile on Lord Houghton, who sat across from her in an imperious sprawl. On the jolting seat beside Anabel her father hummed and sorted through his receipts, cheerfully oblivious.

Lord Houghton was talking, as he had been for most of the journey, of his investments in India, relishing the topic of his own fat purse and connections while Anabel nodded vacant agreement and asked the vague, well-timed questions required of her. Lord Houghton liked it best when she appeared attentive yet displayed no real intellectual curiosity. He’d long made it clear that his ideal woman served as an adornment on his arm and to his ego, and Anabel had long considered it her own peculiar bad luck for having caught his eye.

Lord Houghton had many friends with egos and investments bigger than his own, and he had money. A lot of it. Holding the title of first gentleman across a considerable stretch of English countryside, he also had the right to expect that his offer of marriage would be met with no less than delight on Anabel’s part.

Anabel, who had known Edwin Houghton in acquaintance for years, had to be forgiven for her horror when his suit was announced. Lord Houghton used to stare at her at dances, at dinners, even when she was younger—and she’d never liked his eyes on her. She had, in fact, long since made it her policy to avoid him socially.

And now he had her hand. It was almost official: contracts and paperwork were needed, and the ceremony would have to occur. Houghton looked at her with eyes full of triumphant self-satisfaction, his possessiveness evident as always. It was no different tonight in the carriage. Approving of her absent smile, he stopped speaking about the shipping of cargo and instead eyed her brazenly, as though the small space of the carriage gave him leave to be more forward than in a larger room.

You have truly outdone yourself tonight, Lady Mayward, he said approvingly, while her father hummed more and counted higher figures. Anabel’s spine straightened under his scrutiny, but she again showed him what might have passed for a modest smile. How well we will look, Lord Houghton added pointedly, "when we are presented together for the first