Aileen Fish brings us an unexpected romance set in the 1800's in England. It's the Christmas season and the family of the Earl or Renford descend on Renford Abbey to celebrate the holidays and to welcome back home Nash, who's recently returned from war.Nash Sinclair, late of the 13th Light Dragoo...
Title: A Bride For ChristmasAuthor: Aileen FishPublished: A.F.Age Recommended: New Adult - AdultReviewed By: Arlena DeanRating: 5Review:"A Bride For Christmas" by Aileen Fish was a beautiful told romantic historical short story. "A Bride For Christmas" was what you can call a 'sweet and clean...
They’d been given time to recover from the march from Rolla, and were strong and hearty in their step. On their drive through Cassville and on to Arkansas, they discovered rebel soldiers huddled on the side of the Wire Road, left to die of cold and starvation. They’d been too weak to continue wit...
Helmsley’s ballroom, in the arms of Lord Downham. She loved waltzing more than anything she could think of, at the moment. The graceful movements, the gentle music, and the scent of Downham’s cologne filled her senses. “What has you so deep in thought?” Lord Downham asked. “No thoughts, actually....
Her father and grandfather never raised their voices at each other. Well, Papa never raised his. Good heavens, what could be amiss? It most certainly had to do with the man intended to be her betrothed. This did not bode well. Even the footman kept a hurried pace as if he wished to be away from t...
As he walked his horse back to Bridgethorpe Village, he began to seriously question his decision to have David locate a matched pair of horses for him. Since he first stepped out of the carriage at the vicar’s cottage, everything he’d done had caused problems. The blacksmi...
Lumley @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Sixteen David arranged for a picnic on the Friday before he was due to leave for Bridgethorpe Manor. Hannah was disappointed to learn she and Trey would be the only other people invited, but he’d insisted he needed time...
Granderson sort through the morning post and the calling cards received after yet another ball they’d attended the night before. She hoped for some correspondence addressed to her, anything to entertain her. “Why is my nephew’s card here? He isn’t required to inform me when he’ll visit. This must...