Ok, where did the week go? No idea? Me either. Not a terribly productive week for me words wise. I usually like to plan my time off but sometimes shite happens and before you know it you’re at Sunday again. LOL Good thing I like Sundays so much. However, you’re not here to listen to me waffle about how time is speeding up. You’re here to read my humble offering for Six Sentence Sunday. So without further ado ….
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“He’s your son, right down to the perfect sweep of hair across his ears. He has our mothers’ dimples. There is no one left to be angry with.”
Leopold raked his hands through his hair. “Damn him. No wonder you wrote what you did.”
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Forsaking the Prize
She was a faithful widow until…
Abducted at fourteen and sent away to sea, rough and ready sailor Tobias Randall endured exile and cruelty only to have his plans for revenge crumble. He may have made a terrible first impression upon his return to Romsey Abbey, but he has a plan to reclaim his place—he’ll marry quickly and marry a woman of wealth. Yet the perils of life at sea are nothing compared to the danger of attempting polite conversation with a proper lady.
… he reawakened her heart
Blythe, Lady Venables, may be revered as a faithful, proper widow, but a cruel misunderstanding has placed her sanity in doubt. Determined to clear her name, she forms an uneasy truce with the wildest Randall of all, Tobias—a man shamelessly willing to seduce her—to uncover the mystery plaguing Romsey Abbey. With doubts and fears against them, Tobias and Blythe each venture into uncharted territory – love and scandal.
Forsaking the Prize is a steamy regency romance novel.
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