The restaurant he had chosen was almost hidden down one of the back lanes of Southampton, and Libby certainly wasn’t aware of its existence. As they entered the establishment, the owner greeted Robert like an old friend, and she knew instantly that Robert was a frequent patron of Alfredo's. Alfr...
by Faith Mortimer “Children of the Plantation” by Faith Mortimer. Prologue Opening the kitchen door, she spotted a vixen standing near the refuse bin. Hermione clapped her hands, and it shot through the hedge at the bottom of the garden. Hermione's heart was thudding in her breast as ...
she said in a rush. “He doesn’t look like a Scottish dog, although he was born in Edinburgh. I know, what about Bailey?” Angus nodded his approval. “Bailey suits him, and it is made from whisky after all.” “Then Bailey it is. Talking of which, can I...