The drifting mist surrounded them in a yellow-gray haze, causing him to squint in the effort to see better. The Thames waterman stumbled as he twisted his head to glance at the man following him. He reached inside his coat, fingering the case of his pocket watch. “Where is the body?” An impatient frown tugged at Grant’s brow. No one could survive much longer than twenty minutes in water that cold. He suppressed a shiver as he stared at the sloshing black river. A wintry March breeze curled around Grant’s face and ears and slipped persistently beneath the edge of his cravat. Chilly waves lapped against the steps and face of an embankment wall. Two or three tiny boats ferried passengers across the Thames, bobbing like toys on the water. The river looked oily in the dull glow of lamps hung on the massive blocks of granite near the landing. He kept both hands shoved deep in his pockets, while his gaze chased restlessly around the scene. He followed the waterman through the swirls of fog, cold mist clinging to his skin and forming beads on his wool coat.
Having bid the coachman to let her off at the…Īlthough Victoria had thought she knew her husband well,…į rom the moment Grant Morgan saw the woman, he knew that-despite her beauty-she would never be any man’s bride. Victoria awakened as she felt Grant leaving the bed, and… Upon returning to King Street, Victoria was greeted by a…
Buttons stood at…Īs Grant had demanded, Covent Garden and its environs were… Finally he had discovered his beloved’s name. The small village of Forest Crest was located in the… The hour was late and the servants had retired for…Īfter seating Vivien in a damask-upholstered chair, Grant sat next… The slope at the back of the manor had been… “A ball?” Vivien stared at Grant as if he had…Īs the veteran of countless balls and soirees, Grant had… The mattress depressed beneath Morgan’s considerable weight. Vivien whirled to see Morgan filling the doorway, the corner… Vivien curled up in one corner of the acre-wide bed,… Grant deftly unlocked the bronzed door of Vivien’s town house,… Grant awoke as the weak morning sunlight began to filter… She found herself in a waking nightmare of cold and… This labor of love included making at least two hundred peanut butter sandwiches cut into squares, changing approximately four hundred diapers, and watching untold hours of “Thomas the Tank Engine.”įrom the moment Grant Morgan saw the woman, he knew…
To my mother, who made this book possible by taking care of my son Griffin every day while I wrote.
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