I’ve pondered how to write this for weeks now, wondering if I should or even could. Funny isn’t it, that I can sit and write thousands of words to tell a love story, but struggle to tie together the right words to explain the heartbreaking events of the last couple of years that tragically came …
I’ve thought about how to write this a hundred times and still I’m sitting here staring at my keyboard. Ridiculous isn’t it? I’m an author so I’m supposed to always have the right words at the right time. Anyone who actually knows me knows I often stumble over my words, say the wrong thing and …
She shrugged, looking as if her answer was obvious. “My uncle needed an extra set of hands on the farm, so I offered to help. I don’t think I was very good at it, but I managed to plant several drills by the end of a single day, and my uncle seemed happy with my …
“Damn it, Anna,” Atol cursed. Hurrying to mount his horse, he flicked the reins on its rear and sped off after her. As he closed the distance between them, he knew he was being a fool running after this woman yet again. He needed to stop dropping everything every time she beckoned him. He needed …
Elina went quiet, watching Fin’s attention return to the papers on the desk. She knew now wasn’t the best time to bring up her own concerns. Still, he needed to know. “My father told me we leave for Australia as soon as he has our affairs in order.” Fin looked up at Elina. “He told …
“What are you doing here, Amalie?” he asked, his hands on his hips, looking every bit the commanding figure he was rumoured to be. She knew he would ask, but she didn’t think for it to be now. “I’m not a fool,” he continued. “I haven’t heard from you nor seen you in almost a …
A small smile spread across her lips. “Yet you agreed to meet me here, and I assure you I don’t owe your father money. Nor did I have business on my mind when I made my invitation to you.” Again silence fell between them, their hands still joined. Charity hadn’t lied. She hadn’t come here …
“What would you have me do? Pretend that this man chasing my sister is genuine and not some money-grabbing monster?” “You don’t know him,” she tried again. “Neither does she,” he said, his voice raised. “And neither do you.” She went to walk past him, following Hannah’s direction out the back of the house. He …
Caitlyn just stared at Darien. She knew he must be confused at seeing her escaping the brothel under the disguise of night and dressed as a man. No explanation would satisfy him. She certainly couldn’t tell him she had gone to see the women who worked for him and give them their weekly supply of …
Fear of exactly what her sister might have seen directed her steps out of the hotel and into a run down the street. Constance needed to collect her belongings and find a place to hide until she’d found justice for her sister and discovered if her death was connected to her investigation into the boats …
