Historical Romance
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …Looking up, Molly saw Liam standing by the door wearing calfskin breeches, freshly polished boots, a cravat that had been tied by someone who knew exactly what they were doing—probably not him—and a spotless navy blue greatcoat, likely new. He held a matching top hat in one hand, glaring at…
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …Molly shook her head. “You made friends with me in order to introduce me to your brother?” She wasn’t upset so much as she was sad, that Becca was so desperate to secure people into their lives. “I had no idea we’d spend all of yesterday together. That was coincidental.…
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Part One “At least you haven’t climbed the trellis to my window yet,” she said as if reading his mind. Peter faked a smile and avoided that altogether. She was barely talking to him. Going there with her—even with words was dangerous terrain. “Gilburn has been scenting after you,” he warned, “and I can’t allow…
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Part Five Zipporah tucked her skirts under her and sat on the bank with her knees against her chest and her arms around her legs. Peter sounded a bird call; a turtledove. She tightened her grip around her legs. He did it again. Her shoulders moved. He repeated it a third time wondering how long…
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“I just don’t know what to do with you.” Harriet Taylor handed her daughter, Molly, the society section of the morning paper. “Yes, I’ve already seen it.” Molly set it aside. She wiped her hands over the sprigged muslin of her gown. “I hadn’t meant to cause any trouble.” “You cannot go around making up…
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Deduction Part Forty-One “Argg… Liam.” Becca picked up his greatcoat, holding it out in front of her and eyeing it like it might come alive and attack her at any moment. “We’ll never get this smell out of here.” He picked up his fiddle. “Take that down to Mrs. Anderson for me, will you?” Her…
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Part Six “You feel different,” she said, rubbing her arms. “You’re harder.” Every muscle jerked tight at that. “What?” “You’re chest. It feels hard.” “Irregular meals and heavy labor,” he managed. “Your sword hand is scarred now.” She’d noticed. “Yes.” “Does the scar go up your arm?” He looked at it, mostly covered by his…
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …Miss Molly Taylor on the other hand, well, he hadn’t seen her coming. She wasn’t just another one of Becca’s little friends. She was different; the way she looked at him, like he was something more than a man. She was having the unfortunate effect of making him want to…
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My computer is in the infirmary this morning and hopefully will be back by this afternoon. All I have right now is my phone and I don’t want to kill my eyes since I might want them. 😮 So…. Guess I’ll repost some older things throughout the day and catch you later! 🥰
Darcy Branwyn 