Highlander’s Hope-Excerpt Week Three
Week Three Excerpt His eyes, though, she remembered his eyes. Opening hers, she grinned. The Atlantic Star no longer swayed, and the cabin was blessedly silent. For the first time in weeks, no, it had been months now, her obnoxious cabin mate, Mrs. Pettigrove, wasn’t...I Want My Funny Bone Tickled
Maybe it’s because I have a quirky sense of humor, but the stories I enjoy reading the most, the ones that stick with me long after I’ve put the book down , are ones with a smattering of humor. Okay, maybe a bit more than a smattering....Week Two – HIGHLANDER’S HOPE Excerpt
Chapter One London Harbor – Late June, 1817“Nooo…”The strangled cry startled Yvette awake. Chest heaving, she choked on dry, rasping sobs, grasping for the folding dagger beneath her pillow. Gulping against the lump wedged in her throat, she fought...What Did You Say?
And The Meaning Is… My recent post about historical accuracy got me to thinking, which isn’t always a good thing. I was peeved because I couldn’t use the word bounder in either “Highlander’s Hope” or “The Viscount’s...Join My VIP Club!
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