Christmas By Candlelight: Two Regency Holiday Novellas - Plot & Excerpts
Tugging at the cords of her reticule, Anna leaned back against the squabs and listened to the creak of her coachman loading the boot of the coach. Somehow her mood was proving more difficult to untangle. Why could she not simply put Lord Killingworth out of her head? It was where he belonged—far, far from her most private thoughts and feelings. He was an oddly infuriating gentleman, arrogant and overbearing one moment, only to show an intriguing glimmer of sensitivity the next. Don’t be a goose, she chided herself. Just because he showed a flash of wit and an attractive smile was no reason to imagine he actually possessed some real depth of character. His own words had warned her not to expect anything out of the ordinary from him. Several minutes later, His Lordship climbed into the coach. Without a word, he settled himself in the opposite comer and cracked a book. A surreptitious glance showed it was not Byron, but a thick tome on the history of the Byzantine Empire.
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