Andalusia

By Gloreen Burke

Andalusia O'Rouke born and raised on the Island of Jamaica, the only child of an inter-racial marriage daughter of Lord Jim O'Rouke and Lucinda DeLancre.

With her father being a white English man Andalusia longed to experience Aristocratic life. From a tender age Andalusia knew she was different from the rest of her cousin's as her mind always takes her on a journey to the busy streets of London England mixing and mingling with the upper class of society, causing her to crave a taste of her father's world as well as its lifestyle. Migrated to London England at the age of Twenty Andalusia fell in love with the wealthy Aristocrat Lord John Ashkenaz, the one man most of London's finest Ladies dreamt of one day having for a husband.

Lord John Ashkenaz was considered a player as he's known for his reputation with the ladies. Clarice, daughter of politician Baron David O'Connor and wife Baroness Bridget O'Connor was considered the perfect match for Lord Ashkenaz. Appealing and tempting, she sparks Lord Ashkenaz in a sensual way, until his un-know beauty caught his attention. Night after night the face of the beautiful stranger that has caused his groin to tighten upon laying eyes on her for a brief moment when being caught in traffic in the busy streets of London, has set fire to his mind.

Sleep deludes Lord Ashkenaz as all he can think about is the ice blue eyes of the young woman with long flowing auburn hair whom has caused time to stand still when their eyes met for the first time. One thing is for sure, he knows that his beauty is associated with the O'Rouke's in some way as the O'Rouke's family cress was plain to see on the Phaeton his beguiling beauty was riding in. Finally gotten the oppertunity to meet the young woman whom has imprisoned his mind with her beauty at Lady Gewndolyn's souri introducing her into society, Lord Ashkenaz take one look into her ice blue eyes and see his unborn children in them. Forgetting where he was has caused many young Ladies to burn with envy as they talk about the intimate way in which he has hold Andalusia while dancing with her, especially since he's meeting her for the very first time.

Andalusia was terrified of being home alone for two months when her husband was summoned to serve in Parliament. One night of unmistakable passion in the arms of the stranger who showed up at her Estate one late evening introducing himself as Johan Mahoney friend of Lord Ashkenaz for Fifteen years, has caused her husband Lord John to committed murder when he returned home three days early from his duty and find his wife in bed with another man. While serving time in prison Lord Ashkenaz has vowed to divorced his wife upon his release.

Marquis Thomas Devaue, a retired Crusader and half-brother of Johan Mahoney vowed to avenged his brother's death the minute his killer is being released from prison, on the night news of Johan's death reached him. Marquis Devaue's attack on Lord Ashkenaz three years later almost caused John his life. Being given another chance with his wife Andalusia Lord Ashkenaz look at life in a whole new light. Upon realizing how close he came to dying at the hand of Marquis Devaue, has caused him to forget his vow of divorcing Andalusia.

If Marquis Devaue can forgive me for killing his brother and my best friend and spear my life Lord Ashkenaz taught to himself, I too can forgive my wife for cheating on me and move forward. One night of endless passion and love making on the Island has written and bind their love together for all eternity on each other's heart as John made one simple wish in his heart for a child.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669855262

Gloreen Burke

Eljero' love for animals has inspire him to write this beautiful story expressing his passion for the animals he love. Not only does he love animals he love children as well and is very protective of the ones he has chosen as friends. Though very young he live a full active life. He's an Actor, a Model and plays soccer. He love swimming, bike riding, roller blading and is red belt with double black stripe in martial arts. He enjoy travelling building things, cooking with his mom and playing video games. He live in Getmany. Gloreen is the Author of several Children/Romance books . She has a passion for writing and travels to many different countries sharing her love for her work with her fans across the globe. She is the proud grandmother of Eljero, who Co-Autor Farm Friends with her as well as grandmother to two beautiful grand daughter Kyara and Mina and and her othet wonderful grandson Kameron. She lives in Canada.

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CONTENTS

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

For my grandmother Verneta who is my icon and mentor. I always say to myself if I have half the virtue she has, I consider myself richly blessed. For my father Wilmoth who has given me a very unique bloodline and has taught me since I was a child how very special I am. For my mother Evadney who is not just my mother but also a dear and wonderful friend.

Preface

Jamaica

In Lucea Public Hospital in the parish of Hanover, located eight miles away from the small village of Cousins Cove, born a beautiful baby girl to Lucinda and Sir Jim O’Rourke; her name, Andalusia. The village was given the name Cousins Cove by Andalusia’s grandfather Ronald simply because almost everyone living in the neighborhood is related to one another.

Andalusia’s grandparents, the Dias were farmers, they had plenty of hired helpers who work on their farm, as well as on their property around the house. With over ten acres of farmland, the Dias’s cultivated fruits, vegetables, various kinds of food and sugarcane, which they sold to the sugar factory located five miles outside their residing neighborhood. Mr. Dias had more than three hundred head of cows, lots of pigs, as well as goats and chickens by the hundreds.

Andalusia’s Uncle Melford had rabbits in large quantity as well as a big coop that houses more than ten different species of birds. With Andalusia’s grandparents being farmers, life was exciting as there’s always something new and exciting going on. Andalusia and her cousins watched the goats have kids, the dogs give birth to puppies, cows have calves, and the list goes on. Each morning Andalusia would gather the eggs, while her grandmother feed the chickens. The local schools in the neighborhood would come to the Dias property with four to five different classes on field trip to watch her grandfather harvest honey from 160 boxes of bee hives, each child returning to school with a small bottle of honey and a piece of honeycomb in their hands. Their faces all lit up as they lick the honey from the honeycomb. Andalusia had opportunity many kids only dream about. Her grandparents were the entertainers of the community. Every Saturday morning her grandfather would slaughter a cow, a goat, and a pig, and at night, his helpers, as well as his sons and daughters, would cook and play music as adults and children from all over the neighborhood came out in large numbers and partake of the feast. Throughout the community the Dias’s were one of the most respected families and lived a good life, Andalusia was not destined for this kind of life. Deep within her heart, she yearned always for the aristocratic environment her father told her about in stories night after night before she goes to bed. The Dias’s had electricity long before the government has decided to run electricity throughout the neighborhood. Albert who is the youngest son of the Dias’s graduated from high school as an Electrical Engineer. At the age of twenty, he was offered a job as an electrician at Negril Beach Club Hotel. His job allowed him to have contact with tourists from all over the world. The excited voice of her uncle Albert rang in Andalusia’s head as she recalled the joy on her uncle’s face when he arrived home from work one Thursday night and told his mom and dad they no longer have to use oil lamps at night as he has brought home a generator from work, along with all the electrical cords and plugs needed to wire the house, so in a few weeks, they had electricity. Everyone was happy. Andalusia and her cousins jumped and shouted for joy.

Chapter 1

January 15, 1981. Life was at its peak.

Andalusia!

Yes, Grandma.

Come here, please.

Coming, Grandma. Placing her brush and comb on the dresser, Andalusia hurried to her grandmother Kitty.

I would like you to deliver a bottle of milk and some vegetables to the Sullivan’s for me.

Can I take it later?

"No, Andalusia, I need you to take it immediately as the Sullivan’s are waiting for their milk.

Picking up the basket, Andalusia placed the bottle of milk carefully inside and waved goodbye to her grandma Kitty. A few minutes after leaving the house, she placed the basket on the side of the road and quickly tied her hair behind her with a silk ribbon. As she journeyed along, she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to fall in love, really fall in love. A horn tooted in the distance, breaking her train of thought. Andalusia watched curiously as a group of children ran merrily beside a car, reaching for the treats handed to them by a little girl no more than eleven years old hanging out the window of the car. Strange, she thought to herself. I’ve never seen anyone in the village do this before, she grumbled. Perhaps they are new to the neighborhood, and this is their way of introducing themselves.

Picking up her dress with her free hand, Andalusia hastened her steps as she tried desperately to catch up with the car being chased by a group of kids, hoping to get a better look at the driver as well as the little girl hanging out the window. Panting, Andalusia cocked her head to the side as she released her dress and extended her left hand in hope of obtaining some of whatever it was the little girl was handing out. She was about to take hold of a pack of what seemed like candy when, suddenly, the engine roared, and the car sped off, leaving her hand reaching out in midair. Angrily, Andalusia kicked a few stones, staggering as she did so.

I want some too of whatever it was that little girl was giving away, she whispered.

Heavy-hearted, she picked up her pace and concentrated on getting to the Sullivans’ house.

Reaching her destination, Andalusia slowly opened the gate to the Sullivans’ property. She was about to call for Mrs. Sullivan when, suddenly, she emerged from the back of the house, chasing some chickens. Handing the basket to Mrs. Sullivan, Andalusia said goodbye and leave. Once more, Andalusia’s girlish fantasy of falling in love captivated her mind, filling her with a longing so profound she finds it hard to explain. She pictured herself living in London, England, living on a large estate in the countryside, with a tall, handsome, elderly man for a butler, a cook, and several servants. She imagined being the wife of a very wealthy lord, one whom everyone considered a rouge or marquis, whose unquenchable love and burning passion send her soaring night after night, sated and exhausted from hours of passionate lovemaking. She would then imagine hosting a ball once per month at her estate. Dreamily, Andalusia walked along, paying little attention to the time as she gave wings to her imagination, letting her fantasy soar. A nightingale could be heard singing in a tree close