GACK - I really did judge this book by the cover and thought it would be a LOT better than it turned out to be in the end.This author must think her readers are idiots. She repeats and repeats information. Really? I didn't get it the first time I read it. Made it very tiring and I managed to skim...
The only real question I am having is that it feels more like a Book 2, as the heroine starts out as a widow with questions about what happened to her husband. Did anyone else notice this? I like the book though. I enjoyed the cats woven into the story. The only thing I didn't quite understand wa...
I won this book from a free giveaway on Goodreads.I enjoyed the sweetness of the story I read about Esther Cherrett. I had not read this author before, but I think I would pick up another of her books at some point. The concept of the a midwife moving from an eastern edge to the hills of Virginia...
Emily Price Post For a moment, Catherine could barely comprehend what the man had said. And then, in a rush, it came to her and she sprang to her feet. “Lord Tristram, are you suggesting that I am the one who struck you on the head?” He looked her i...
Her cheeks glowed pink in the brisk wind from the sea, and she breathed hard from racing after him. He had heard her footfalls but hoped he could outwalk her. If he stopped now, he might not catch up with Cassandra, who had left thirty minutes earlier but moved far more slowly. But he was too wel...
His announcement of Mel’s parentage did. It left Mrs. Lee wide-eyed, gape-mouthed, and, above all, silent.One corner of Rafe’s mouth twitched upward. “Something surprises you, madam?”“I—well—” Her pale cheeks grew rosy in the morning sunshine. “You can’t be old enough to be Mel’s father,” she blu...
Unfortunately, the action brought her gaze in contact with the bloodstains marring the ivory tiles of her examination room floor. Now more brown than red, the stains lay as a stark reminder of what had taken place in her home during the night. “I don’t know what else to tell you, Jase.” She shift...
He found it the moment he walked into the glassworks on Monday. Considering he left it in the lehr to cool Saturday evening, the ornament could not have broken on its own. “Aye, and I suspect I ken who ‘twas.” He let his gaze travel the length of the glasshouse to where Joseph Pyle stood talking ...