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She has a large extended family, and is the elder sister of four brothers. She attended Murray State University and received a degree in Art. In , Jude married and took her husband's surname of White, but four years later they divorced. For years, she worked as 5th-grade teacher. She began writing in and her first book, The Enchanted land was published in as Jude Deveraux. Following the publication of her first novel, she resigned her teaching position. Now, she is the author of thirty-one New York Times bestsellers. Jude won readers' hearts with the epic Velvet series, which revolves around the lives of the Montgomery family's irresistible men. Jude's early books are set largely in 15th- and 16th-century England, in which her fierce, impassioned protagonists find themselves in the midst of blood feuds and wars.

The truth was that Joby was completely honest with her sister, often keeping her up half the night with tales of her latest escapade. Tell me, little sister, what did you do for entertainment when I was not here to make merry of? With only Father and Edward -- She broke off, the back of her hand going to her mouth.

For a moment there was silence in the worn, old hall as everyone seemed to have forgotten that just two days ago they had attended a double funeral. Technically, the household was in mourning, deep mourning, for the loss of the father and the eldest son of this branch of the Montgomery family. But the son, Edward, had never shared in the simple joys of family life, and their father had been absent, barricaded in his room at the top of the tower.

It was difficult to weep for people who you rarely saw or, in Edward's case, did not miss. It was only minutes later that he was alone with his sister. Reaching out his hand, he broke a piece of stone away. Water damage. Years ago, while he'd been away, the lead gutters had been sold off the old stone keep, so the water seeped into the stone. Turning, he looked at his sister as she sat serenely on her cushioned chair, a chair more suited for a peasant's hut than what had once been the keep of a proud and glorious estate.

Berengaria opened her mouth to give the explanation she'd planned to give, but instead, she told the truth. That great Montgomery curse of pride. Tell me, are you toying with the dagger Father gave you? The jewels in the hilt had been replaced with glass years ago, but if the dagger were held just so in the sunlight, one could see the gold that still coated the steel handle. He gave a laugh. But Jamie did not smile. Instead, he put his hand up before her face. There is no sight for me, and no man wants a blind wife.

For all the use I am to the world, it would have been better had I died at birth. I did not mean -- It was thoughtless of me. Please, come sit down again. Let me touch you. Pounding with guilt. He and his sister were twins, but Jamie had been quite a bit bigger than his sister and so had taken hours to be born. When Berengaria was finally allowed out, the umbilical cord was found to be wrapped around her neck, and it was soon discovered that she was blind.

The midwife said it was Jamie's fault for taking so long to be born, so all his life Jamie had lived with the guilt of what he'd done to his beautiful sister. And all their lives he had been close to her, never once losing patience with her or tiring of her company. He helped her in everything, encouraging her to climb trees, to walk miles into the hills, even to ride a horse alone.

Only their brother, Edward, thought Jamie less than a saint for helping his blind sister. Whenever anyone remarked on how good Jamie was to give up time with his rowdy boyhood companions to take his blind sister berry picking, their older brother would say, "He stole her sight, didn't he?

Why shouldn't he do what he can to give it back to her? Guilt still weighed him down. Guilt over leaving his sister who needed him so much, guilt for what had happened after he left. It was difficult to believe that those perfect, lushly lashed blue eyes of hers could not see. I knew what Father and Edward were like. There wasn't a village girl over the age of ten who was safe from him. He died young because the devil liked him so well he wanted him near him forever. How you make escorting a rich heiress across the country sound like a knight's holy quest.

How Edward and you could be brothers bewilders me. Had anyone else said this, Berengaria would have defended her dear mother, whose mind had long ago slipped away.

I can hear his mother, 'Come, dear, put down that book. It's time to get married. Oh, Jamie, do you think we are?

Besides, look you at us and our cousins. We are alike. And Joby is the mirror image of Father. Or tied you to a tree branch and left you? Or destroyed your possessions?

And definitely no more talk of -- of that man! Tell me of your heiress. In Jamie's mind no one as degenerate as Edward deserved the title of brother. While Jamie had been away fighting for the queen, performing tasks for the queen, endangering his life for the queen, Edward had been selling off all that his family owned so he could afford horses whose legs or necks he broke , fine clothes which he lost or destroyed , and his never-ending gambling where he invariably lost.

While Edward had been rapidly bankrupting the family, their father had imprisoned himself in a tower room to write a history of the world. He ate little, slept little, saw no one, spoke to no one. Just wrote day and night. When Berengaria and Joby confronted their father with proof of Edward's excesses, including deeds of land he'd signed over to pay his debts, their father had said, "What can I do?

It will all be Edward's someday, so he may do what he likes. I must finish this book before I die. One day they were alive and two days later they were dead. When Jamie returned for the funerals, he found what had once been a moderately profitable estate now unable to support itself.

All the land except what the old keep was standing on had been sold. The manor house had been sold the year before, along with all the fields and all the cottages where the farmers lived. For days Jamie had been inconsolable in his rage. If there are no rents or crops, how did he expect you to feed yourselves? He was always saying that he was going to win next time," Joby had said, looking both prematurely old and heartbreakingly young.

She raised an eyebrow at her brother. Joby meant that no man wanted a blind wife no matter how beautiful she was or even what her dowry was. Always it would be Jamie's responsibility to provide for her.

Joby said Well, perhaps it is better left unrepeated what Joby said. Father was right when he said that Job had not been through so much as he had with his youngest child. She is to wed one of the Bolingbrookes. Without realizing what he was doing, he pulled the worn dagger from its sheath by his side and began to toy with it.

Do you know what it is like to eat nothing but moldy lentils for a month? Do you know what they do to your stomach, not to mention your bowels? Do you -- " Putting his hands on her shoulders, Jamie forced her back into the chair. I -- " What could he say? While his family had been starving, he had been dining at the queen's table.

We must look at the facts, look at what we have. First of all we could go to our rich Montgomery relatives and throw ourselves on their mercy. We could move into their houses and begin to eat three good meals a day. Edward would not have cared, and Father would not have noticed.

Why did you choose to remain here and eat rotten food? Jamie had even heard it in France. Is there a market for crumbling stone? Perhaps we should say the well water has healed us so we could bring wealthy patrons here. Or we could -- " "Your beauty. It was Joby who said as much. Jamie, think of it! What cannot money download? I am to sell my If I am for sale, then money can download beauty -- if that is what I have.

Jamie had to suppress a laugh. Do you think I have not heard filthy things said by women when they say what they would like to do to you? I am serious. I'm to escort this rich heiress to the man she is to marry. She does not need a husband; she has one.

His father is almost as rich as hers is. She had lived all her life in the country, and to her, wealth was warm clothes and plentiful food. But Jamie had traveled, and he knew that there was no such thing as "enough" money, "enough" power. For many people, the word enough did not exist. You know that the queen has hinted that titles could be given to Perkin Maidenhall if he paid enough. The man's miserliness is known throughout England.

And for once I am glad of it or else he would not have hired a man as poor as I to escort his precious daughter. So I am an earl, am I? You are titled; you are gorgeous. Lord Gander. Come, ladies, look at his fine plumage. Will he not look splendid on your table? Take this bird home, and your husband and children will love you forever. Is a rich man going to marry me?

Blind with no dowry? What about Joby? She has no dowry, she will never be a beauty, and her temper leaves a great deal to be desired. Not quite in the way you have stated it, but I know that if I made a good marriage, it would solve many problems. And do you not think that my first thought of this heiress was that she would be a way to solve all our problems? But perhaps you had better send him in and let me see this What was that word again?

Ah, yes, poor. Let me see this moor, er, ah, poor person. Out of the side of her mouth, Joby made a creaking noise as of rusty door hinges trying to open. That's why we refuse to have them here. At that, Jamie's face turned red, and his two men, who were sick of seeing women make fools of themselves over the extraordinary beauty of Jamie, fell about themselves laughing.

Oh, I must have you. Must, must, must have you. You are what I have been looking for all my life. Next to you, emeralds are dark; they do not twinkle as brightly as your eyes. Pearls have no luster next to your skin.

Diamonds cannot -- " She broke off because Jamie grabbed the worn cushion from under him and threw it at her, hitting her squarely on her flat chest. Catching it, she clasped it tightly. Oh, heavens, but he sat on it. That most tender part of him has touched it.

Would that my eyes and lips could share what this lowly cushion has -- " This time she stopped because Jamie had bounded over the table and clasped his hand over her mouth.

She nipped his little finger with her sharp teeth, and taken in surprise, he released his grip on her. No, do not tell me. But if you have no care for my own delicate sensibilities, think how you shock your dear sister. It suited her and her sister to pretend that Berengaria was as innocent and as angelic as she looked. The truth was that Joby was completely honest with her sister, often keeping her up half the night with tales of her latest escapade.

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Tell me, little sister, what did you do for entertainment when I was not here to make merry of? With only Father and Edward -- She broke off, the back of her hand going to her mouth. For a moment there was silence in the worn, old hall as everyone seemed to have forgotten that just two days ago they had attended a double funeral. Technically, the household was in mourning, deep mourning, for the loss of the father and the eldest son of this branch of the Montgomery family.

But the son, Edward, had never shared in the simple joys of family life, and their father had been absent, barricaded in his room at the top of the tower. It was difficult to weep for people who you rarely saw or, in Edward's case, did not miss.

It was only minutes later that he was alone with his sister.

Reaching out his hand, he broke a piece of stone away. Water damage. Years ago, while he'd been away, the lead gutters had been sold off the old stone keep, so the water seeped into the stone. Turning, he looked at his sister as she sat serenely on her cushioned chair, a chair more suited for a peasant's hut than what had once been the keep of a proud and glorious estate. Berengaria opened her mouth to give the explanation she'd planned to give, but instead, she told the truth.

That great Montgomery curse of pride. Tell me, are you toying with the dagger Father gave you? The jewels in the hilt had been replaced with glass years ago, but if the dagger were held just so in the sunlight, one could see the gold that still coated the steel handle. He gave a laugh. But Jamie did not smile. Instead, he put his hand up before her face. There is no sight for me, and no man wants a blind wife. For all the use I am to the world, it would have been better had I died at birth.

I did not mean -- It was thoughtless of me. Please, come sit down again. Let me touch you. Pounding with guilt. He and his sister were twins, but Jamie had been quite a bit bigger than his sister and so had taken hours to be born. When Berengaria was finally allowed out, the umbilical cord was found to be wrapped around her neck, and it was soon discovered that she was blind.

The midwife said it was Jamie's fault for taking so long to be born, so all his life Jamie had lived with the guilt of what he'd done to his beautiful sister. And all their lives he had been close to her, never once losing patience with her or tiring of her company.

He helped her in everything, encouraging her to climb trees, to walk miles into the hills, even to ride a horse alone. Only their brother, Edward, thought Jamie less than a saint for helping his blind sister. Whenever anyone remarked on how good Jamie was to give up time with his rowdy boyhood companions to take his blind sister berry picking, their older brother would say, "He stole her sight, didn't he?

Why shouldn't he do what he can to give it back to her?

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Guilt still weighed him down. Guilt over leaving his sister who needed him so much, guilt for what had happened after he left. It was difficult to believe that those perfect, lushly lashed blue eyes of hers could not see. I knew what Father and Edward were like. There wasn't a village girl over the age of ten who was safe from him. He died young because the devil liked him so well he wanted him near him forever. How you make escorting a rich heiress across the country sound like a knight's holy quest.

How Edward and you could be brothers bewilders me. Had anyone else said this, Berengaria would have defended her dear mother, whose mind had long ago slipped away. I can hear his mother, 'Come, dear, put down that book. It's time to get married. Oh, Jamie, do you think we are? Besides, look you at us and our cousins.

We are alike. And Joby is the mirror image of Father. Or tied you to a tree branch and left you? Or destroyed your possessions? And definitely no more talk of -- of that man! Tell me of your heiress. In Jamie's mind no one as degenerate as Edward deserved the title of brother. While Jamie had been away fighting for the queen, performing tasks for the queen, endangering his life for the queen, Edward had been selling off all that his family owned so he could afford horses whose legs or necks he broke , fine clothes which he lost or destroyed , and his never-ending gambling where he invariably lost.

While Edward had been rapidly bankrupting the family, their father had imprisoned himself in a tower room to write a history of the world. He ate little, slept little, saw no one, spoke to no one. Just wrote day and night. When Berengaria and Joby confronted their father with proof of Edward's excesses, including deeds of land he'd signed over to pay his debts, their father had said, "What can I do?

It will all be Edward's someday, so he may do what he likes.

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I must finish this book before I die. One day they were alive and two days later they were dead. When Jamie returned for the funerals, he found what had once been a moderately profitable estate now unable to support itself. All the land except what the old keep was standing on had been sold. The manor house had been sold the year before, along with all the fields and all the cottages where the farmers lived. For days Jamie had been inconsolable in his rage.

If there are no rents or crops, how did he expect you to feed yourselves?

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He was always saying that he was going to win next time," Joby had said, looking both prematurely old and heartbreakingly young. She raised an eyebrow at her brother. Joby meant that no man wanted a blind wife no matter how beautiful she was or even what her dowry was. Always it would be Jamie's responsibility to provide for her. Joby said Well, perhaps it is better left unrepeated what Joby said.

Father was right when he said that Job had not been through so much as he had with his youngest child. She is to wed one of the Bolingbrookes. Without realizing what he was doing, he pulled the worn dagger from its sheath by his side and began to toy with it.

Do you know what it is like to eat nothing but moldy lentils for a month? Do you know what they do to your stomach, not to mention your bowels? Do you -- " Putting his hands on her shoulders, Jamie forced her back into the chair. I -- " What could he say? While his family had been starving, he had been dining at the queen's table.

We must look at the facts, look at what we have. First of all we could go to our rich Montgomery relatives and throw ourselves on their mercy. We could move into their houses and begin to eat three good meals a day. Edward would not have cared, and Father would not have noticed. Why did you choose to remain here and eat rotten food? Jamie had even heard it in France. Is there a market for crumbling stone? Perhaps we should say the well water has healed us so we could bring wealthy patrons here.

Or we could -- " "Your beauty. It was Joby who said as much. Jamie, think of it! What cannot money download? I am to sell my If I am for sale, then money can download beauty -- if that is what I have. Jamie had to suppress a laugh.

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Do you think I have not heard filthy things said by women when they say what they would like to do to you? I am serious. I'm to escort this rich heiress to the man she is to marry. She does not need a husband; she has one. His father is almost as rich as hers is. She had lived all her life in the country, and to her, wealth was warm clothes and plentiful food. But Jamie had traveled, and he knew that there was no such thing as "enough" money, "enough" power.

For many people, the word enough did not exist. You know that the queen has hinted that titles could be given to Perkin Maidenhall if he paid enough. The man's miserliness is known throughout England.

And for once I am glad of it or else he would not have hired a man as poor as I to escort his precious daughter. So I am an earl, am I? You are titled; you are gorgeous.

Lord Gander. Come, ladies, look at his fine plumage. Will he not look splendid on your table? Take this bird home, and your husband and children will love you forever. Is a rich man going to marry me? Blind with no dowry? What about Joby?