Historical Romance
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: “Pupils dilated,” he said. He checked her pulse, his fingers sliding deftly over her wrist. She wiped her other hand on her skirt; they were clammy all of a sudden. “Pulse… ah.” He straightened, clearing his throat. “What is it?” Becca said. “Should we send for a doctor?” “No. She’ll…
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: “I…” Molly cleared her throat, “will just look for something to read out there. But not Comprehensive Anatomy.” She took a step back. “No, not that.” Not watching where she was going she tripped over a book, reeling into a shelf filled with jars. Something that looked suspiciously like a…
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …Molly hesitated to follow. She was intrigued, but felt like an intruder into this unconventional man’s private space. In the end, her curiosity got the best of her. Taking a breath, she stepped through. Liam was sitting at a long table looking into a microscope. The table was covered with…
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: Liam tossed his coat at the cherry wood bench near the door in his rooms. His cravat followed. Becca picked up the coat and hung it by the door, his cravat followed. “His landlady comes for his laundry and to bring him the occasional meal,” she said. “But he won’t…
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Tangled Moon: …Catherine came slowly awake. She blinked up at a high ceiling that didn’t look anything like her apartment. It was too pretty; edged with fancy trim. Her hands smoothed over satin sheets. Nope, definitely not her apartment. She noticed the scent on the bed. She turned her face into the pillow and breathed…
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: “Thank you,” she said, her throat tight. A tiny smile quirked his lips as he bent to retrieve her lost hair combs, setting them on the table. He’d lost his no-nonsense expression. “You said that already.” His voice had changed; it wasn’t as forceful as before. “Did, I?” “I believe…
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England, 1192: “I have sway,” Matthew told her quietly. “I may be able to fix this yet.” She blew out a breath. “With what men? And how long will it take? For Christ’s sake Matthew, if you leave me for months on end for some fool mission…” He didn’t address that, instead he turned the…
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Part Seven England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “Am I wrong?” Matthew asked. “You’re fond of her. I gathered that much from your correspondence.” Why did he have to look so hopeful? If Matthew had any idea what his sister was doing to him he’d feel a lot different about the whole…
Darcy Branwyn 