Merry Belles, A Bluestocking Belles Collection with Friends
Merry Belles, a Bluestocking Belles Collection with Friends
Just in time for the holidays, seven charming stories of romance from award-winning and best-selling authors:
- A murder brings a lady and her lost love together, just close enough to heal old wounds.
- A young lady must foil a friend’s betrayal to have her Yuletide wish for love come true.
- A widowed lord’s new housekeeper tames his rowdy boys and pierces his lonely heart.
- A lady determined to find her wayward young son finds herself stranded with the persistent earl trying to woo her out of widowhood.
- Will restoring a family manor together help two people acknowledge a secret attraction and claim a future together?
- A soldier’s wife is determined to find her missing husband, even if she must walk the length and breadth of England with her children in a wheelbarrow.
- Home from the wars, a soldier is shocked to learn that his fiancée plans to wed someone else. Can he reach her in time to prevent the nuptials?
Includes Lady Loughton's Last Wager, by Alina K. Field
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Neda pulled the carriage blanket higher, regretting that the hot bricks at her feet had grown frigid. Though it was still the afternoon, the gloom had thickened. There would be rain, or if it continued to grow colder, snow. With perhaps ice in between.
The tired horses had slowed to a mere walk and now stopped. She peered out but saw no evidence of an inn or other dwelling.
“Why are we stopping?” she called up to Martin.
A horse appeared next to her window, the rider swathed in a many-caped great coat, with a tall beaver shading his face.
The man brought his mount closer, and she lowered the window and strained to hear the words he exchanged with her coachman.
A shiver went through her, the low baritone setting her nerves on edge.
Jasper appeared at her window. “His lordship says The George ain’t safe for a lady alone.”
“Lord who?” she asked.
READ MOREJasper stepped aside and another face appeared. “Lindhorst, my dear.”
Lindhorst.
Oh feathers, of all the gentlemen offering help, why must it be him?
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