The first thing Ruth Harlan did when she walked through the door of Dawson’s Dry Goods was check the price…
“Cook it,” said the Duke of Glenarvan, and dropped the fish on the rock at her feet. His housemate looked…
Beatatrice Crowell didn’t even look at the bread. That That was the part Marin Whitlock couldn’t shake. Not the whispers,…
The gavel slammed down, echoing [clears throat] through the dusty streets of Oak Haven. Seven sobbing children clung to their…
Grief doesn’t roar, it rusts, silently eating away at a man’s soul. 5 years ago, Andrew Murray, the Duke of…
The organs swelled, vibrating through the cold stone floor of St. George’s. Beatatrice stood hidden in the shadows of the…
The violinist isn’t coming. The butler’s voice cracked. In 20 minutes, the most important dinner Adrien Vale had hosted all…
The first thing Thomas Reed noticed about the boy beside the ferris wheel was not his expensive coat. It was…
The first time Miss Evelyn Hartley saw the Duke of West March’s daughter, the child was standing alone at the…
The hospital corridor was empty. John Wayne stood facing a man nobody remembered. He placed his hand on the veteran’s…