I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review - full review on TwoClassyChics.comThis book has what I will call a lot of heart. I loved the concept of the story and the storyline. The characters are memorable and the author created them with passion for their careers, life and e...
I'd hoped to meet them there when... when—" "When?" "When you had gone. That's why Pacheco wanted me to hurt Ada, so that you would leave the Order." Gavriel restrained the need to use his fists. He relinquished his grip and stepped away. Blood flooded back to Fernan's face and he gasped, massagi...
“How do you mean?” Viv cursed her lack of tact. The conditions of the slum had called to her on an elemental level. Help them all. Yet . . . how? A flicker of her uncomfortable conversation with Lady Galeworth provided the answer. “I’ve heard it said that there is—or perhaps was—a women’s auxilia...
Christie. She had expected some equivalent of a desk clerk, stooped and thin. Or just the opposite—a fat man with heavy jowls and a pocket watch worth more than her parents’ tenement flat. Instead, Mr. Christie was the worst sort of challenge. He had caught her off guard. Where was his coat? And ...
He strained for any hint of human voices, but the downpour created a wall of unchanging noise. Holding tight to the reins, he steadied his balance and followed Schindler up the muddy slope. He could hardly remember the last time he had sat a horse. Every jerk and twitch of the animal’s hooves on ...
Greta knew she should move forward. This was the easy part. Simply slip inside and take back the offending forgery. But her toes were roots growing into the carpet. Much like realizing how much wrong she had asked of Oliver, she was struck in the face with the desperation of her actions. All this...
—Maid Marian The Foresters: Robin Hood and Maid MarianAlfred Lord Tennyson, 1892 High above the ground, perched indelicately on the saddle, Meg balanced using the strength of her thighs and spine. She tucked both hands beneath her arms, unable to grasp the pommel through her bandages. Any incauti...
In the Crimea, she had borne weary witness to their violence, with her mind numbed to the gore and rage. More often, however, she had absorbed moments of kindness, which had sustained her optimism. How could she have nursed so many if she had harbored the belief they were all cold-hearted killers...
“Paulie, I’m not sure about this.” “Don’t worry,” Paulie said, practically bouncing up and down with anticipation. “It’s only one night. That’s in keeping with your philosophy about servicemen, isn’t it?” “Yes, but generally I know the chap before I...