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by Jane McGarry
Release Date: 04/27/15
Clean Reads
275 pages
Olivia Davenport’s plan is destined to fail.
She is going through with it anyway, of course. After all, it is the chance of a lifetime. The unreasonable rules of others should not stand in her way.
In her small kingdom of Stewartsland, Olivia trains with the squires and harbors a secret dream. She longs to become a knight under the command of the Master-of–Arms, who just happens to be her father. He has indulged her passion so far, but they both know a simple fact – girls may not attain knighthood. Dismayed by the constant discouragement of her ambitions, she makes an impetuous decision to disguise herself as a boy in order to sneak on a mission. The consequences are not at all what she anticipated.
When her deception is revealed, she is sent home in disgrace; however, an unexpected turn of events puts her at the center of a dangerous plot against the King. The ensuing adventure finds her grappling with mercenaries and outlaws, yet these pale in comparison to her newly awakened emotions. She finds not only her life at risk, but also her heart, when the aloof Prince Liam begins to affect her in ways she never thought possible. In the end, it is her courage and unique spirit which must guide her through the challenges she encounters both physical and emotional.
"I came to offer the young lady one of my guards as
an escort home."
What?
That is not part of my plan! And besides, my father
could not seriously consider
sending me off into the woods with a strange man, r
oyal guard or not. It takes every ounce
of my restraint to not jump up and protest.
"That is gracious of you, Your Majesty," my father
answers. "However, I am
concerned about the propriety of that arrangement.
Not," he adds hastily, "that I would
expect anything less than the highest scruples from
one of your men."
Good. So Father has a grasp on the situation. Sendi
ng me back with any strange man
and no female chaperone is entirely inappropriate.
And there are no other women on the
trip. Too bad Puck isn't here; my father would trus
t him with me. Now, they will all have to
work out the only viable option—that I continue on t
he trip. I merely sit quietly and wait
for them to come to this inevitable conclusion.
"Well, I certainly understand your feelings. Especi
ally since the young lady in
question is your daughter," King William agrees. "I
am sure if I had a daughter of my own, I
would feel much the same way."
They discuss me as if I am not sitting right here,
as if I have no capacity for
thought—or hearing. I am actually quite capable of
taking care of myself and could get
home without help from any man, thank you anyway. N
ot that I will suggest this as an
option, of course.
Time drags into a prolonged silence. Birds chatter
in the trees, the river bubbles
happily by, the men are all packed and ready to go.
They stand in a huddled mass waiting
for instructions from their superiors. Come on guys
, surely one of you can figure out the
answer. My father must be aware of the only solutio
n, so why isn't he saying anything?
Perhaps he is waiting for the King to suggest it, s
o it appears he thought of the idea and can
take credit for it.
"If I may make a suggestion, Sir Jack..." Prince Liam
begins.
I am so happy someone is finally going to state the
obvious, I don't even care that it
is coming from his egotistical mouth. But then, he
decides to become the next person to
throw a wrench in my plans.
"Why don't I accompany the young lady home along wi
th one of the guards. I give
my word that everything will be handled with the ut
most discretion."
Excerpt
"I came to offer the young lady one of my guards as an escort home."
What?
That is not part of my plan! And besides, my father could not seriously consider sending me off into the woods with a strange man, royal guard or not. It takes every ounce of my restraint to not jump up and protest.
"That is gracious of you, Your Majesty," my father answers. "However, I am concerned about the propriety of that arrangement. Not," he adds hastily, "that I would expect anything less than the highest scruples from one of your men."
Good. So Father has a grasp on the situation. Sending me back with any strange man and no female chaperone is entirely inappropriate. And there are no other women on the trip. Too bad Puck isn't here; my father would trust him with me. Now, they will all have to work out the only viable option—that I continue on the trip. I merely sit quietly and wait for them to come to this inevitable conclusion.
"Well, I certainly understand your feelings. Especially since the young lady in question is your daughter," King William agrees. "I am sure if I had a daughter of my own, I would feel much the same way."
They discuss me as if I am not sitting right here, as if I have no capacity for thought—or hearing. I am actually quite capable of taking care of myself and could get home without help from any man, thank you anyway. Not that I will suggest this as an option, of course.
Time drags into a prolonged silence. Birds chatter in the trees, the river bubbles happily by, the men are all packed and ready to go. They stand in a huddled mass waiting for instructions from their superiors. Come on guys, surely one of you can figure out the answer. My father must be aware of the only solution, so why isn't he saying anything? Perhaps he is waiting for the King to suggest it, so it appears he thought of the idea and can take credit for it.
"If I may make a suggestion, Sir Jack…" Prince Liam begins.
I am so happy someone is finally going to state the obvious, I don't even care that it is coming from his egotistical mouth. But then, he decides to become the next person to throw a wrench in my plans.
"Why don't I accompany the young lady home along with one of the guards. I give my word that everything will be handled with the utmost discretion."
"I came to offer the young lady one of my guards as
an escort home."
What?
That is not part of y plan! And besides, my father
could not seriously consider
sending me off into the woods with a strange man, r
oyal guard or not. It takes every ounce
of my restraint to not jump up and protest.
"That is gracious of you, Your Majesty," my father
answers. "However, I am
concerned about the propriety of that arrangement.
Not," he adds hastily, "that I would
expect anything less than the highest scruples from
one of your men."
Good. So Father has a grasp on the situation. Sendi
ng me back with any strange man
and no female chaperone is entirely inappropriate.
And there are no other women on the
trip. Too bad Puck isn't here; my father would trus
t him with me. Now, they will all have to
work out the only viable option—that I continue on t
he trip. I merely sit quietly and wait
for them to come to this inevitable conclusion.
"Well, I certainly understand your feelings. Especi
ally since the young lady in
question is your daughter," King William agrees. "I
am sure if I had a daughter of my own, I
would feel much the same way."
They discuss me as if I am not sitting right here,
as if I have no capacity for
thought—or hearing. I am actually quite capable of
taking care of myself and could get
home without help from any man, thank you anyway. N
ot that I will suggest this as an
option, of course.
Time drags into a prolonged silence. Birds chatter
in the trees, the river bubbles
happily by, the men are all packed and ready to go.
They stand in a huddled mass waiting
for instructions from their superiors. Come on guys
, surely one of you can figure out the
answer. My father must be aware of the only solutio
n, so why isn't he saying anything?
Perhaps he is waiting for the King to suggest it, s
o it appears he thought of the idea and can
take credit for it.
"If I may make a suggestion, Sir Jack..." Prince Liam
begins.
I am so happy someone is finally going to state the
obvious, I don't even care that it
is coming from his egotistical mouth. But then, he
decides to become the next person to
throw a wrench in my plans.
"Why don't I accompany the young lady home along wi
th one of the guards. I give
my word that everything will be handled with the ut
most discretion."
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Reading was always a big part of my life. Creating my own stories developed out of this love. Finally, I decided to try my hand at writing a novel and that was when Not Every Girl was conceived.Website│Goodreads │Twitter │ Facebook
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