Regency Romance
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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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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! 🥰
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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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Part Eighteen Liam jerked off his cravat, tossing it at his bed. Blasted thing could choke a man to death. Whose idea was it to truss up a person’s neck like a Christmas goose anyway? Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, he raked his hands over a face beginning to stubble over. He
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Part Eight “She’s sleeping.” Becca said quietly as she slipped into Liam’s lab. “And I am not cleaning up your thumb.” He looked up from over a book to see his sister peering cautiously under the table. “Mrs. Anderson will do it when she comes in tomorrow,” he said. “She’s used to that sort of
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