Stolen Away: A Regency Novella (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
The softest of snores reached her. The carriage rounded a bend and the lantern light from outside the coach fell briefly across Arncliffe’s face. Eyes closed, face relaxed, he stirred as the light drifted across his features, casting the rugged masculine contours into rough peaks and valleys, making him more startlingly handsome than ever. He did not waken. The road straightened, and the dim gloom of the carriage hid his features from her again. Still, she continued to stare at him. Did she not know already every line of him—the straight nose, that sharp edge of his jaw, the curve of his cheek? Her mouth twisted. Here she was disclosing her sins to a sleeping gentleman. She turned away to stare outside the window on her side of the coach, at countryside made into ink etches by the silver moonlight. She looked back at Arncliffe—at Connor. He must be exhausted to fall asleep in this fashion. After all, while she had rested at his house, he had been busy arranging matters.
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