She wandered about her apartments, brooding and weeping and crying. The wet nurse had taken Elizabeth and almost made her, her own. It nagged at Anne, thinking that she should have her own child about her, to sing to her and raise her. But the child was a princess and the mother must conceive a s...
No young teen, this one. Older than her, probably late-twenties. Longish hair the color of charcoal. He was tall, although he seemed to be doing his best to disguise the fact, all slouched into himself, one boot sole--cowboy boots no less--braced against the wall as though he belonged there when ...
The towel was long gone, and in its place was an oversized T-shirt. Even so, she must have got cold through the night and crawled up into the comfort of a mattress with a warm body. It took her a few moments to realize the house was quiet. Quiet enough that if she eased a foot onto the floor, she...
He couldn't remember his last full night of sleep. Two days ago? Three? Whatever the number, he certainly hadn't slept at all for at least 24 hours. But sleep wasn't something he had time for right now. He couldn't afford even five minutes of rest. He strode into the hotel lobby with determinatio...