I’d heard enough by now to peg our mystery man for a Brit, but he was my Brit, my discovery. He wasn’t supposed to be a dirty rotten lying scoundrel. No way was he going to pull the “So sorry, I can’t remember” bit on Laine Halliday. Hildy was lapping it up, all wide-eyed. Max looked almost as st...
Leaning his forehead against the refrigerator, he placed the cold glass hard against his temple. He’d thought the weekend was bad. This was worse. At his age blood wasn’t supposed to rage with such fever. It was damned embarrassing. He had to cool it before Kate came out. Otherwise, she’d take on...
Frankly, the fate of the King George III’s surviving sons held little interest for me, even less the fate of the king’s grandsons. I knew that the eldest surviving son, Prince Ernest Augustus, Duke of Cumberland, had settled for being King of Hanover. I knew his son George, born three days before...
Outdistancing the other women who rushed out of cottage to greet them was Beth Collins, at sixteen the youngest of Willow Herbal’s faithful workers. “Ah, missus,” she bubbled, eyes aglow, “you must be right happy to have the major home. ’Tis a miracle, me mum says, but I say it’s just like a fair...