Regency
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(Reposted from last year) Deduction – A Regency Romance (Just a fun side project of mine that one day I’ll have time to publish.) 🤪 Liam did things to her. Something about him, the way he protected himself from other people’s judgements by pretending to be so intimidating. Not that he wasn’t powerful, obviously he
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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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Deduction – A Regency Romance: “You’re getting sick, aren’t you?” Becca said, taking Molly’s hands and rubbing them between hers. “I’ll find a dressing gown for you to put on.” “No, I’ll be all right, really.” “Liam,” Becca called. His damp body filled the doorway a moment later. “She’s freezing. Warm her while I find
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …“This has nothing to do with novels.” Harriet sighed and rubbed her temples. “The books don’t help any. You’re getting worse. Perhaps it’s the busyness of London. I don’t know. But you have to control your imagination. Stay out of other people’s business. You have no right to say things
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …“What are you doing?” Becca asked. He smiled over his shoulder, his mood abruptly shifting. Suddenly he looked like a little boy in a sweet shop. He pulled out a set of picks and began working the lock. “You failed to tell me your brother was a locksmith,” Molly said,
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Part Twenty-Nine Liam straightened as if he’d just realized where they were and what they’d been doing, that he shouldn’t have gotten so friendly with her. “I’m fine,” Becca said. “Just fine. So sorry. I didn’t mean to. I mean, carry on.” She stood and went around the table to Molly, grabbing her by the
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