I’m counting down the days!
Highlander’s Hope releases May 15th.
Not that I’m excited… Okay, so I’m over-the-top giddy. Hey, it’s a close second to having a child, only less physically painful, and books don’t wake you up in the middle of the night to change a poopy diaper or because they need to be fed.
She tripped over a coiled rope and tottered for a moment. Her arm had begun to ache from the weight of the valise. She shifted it to her other hand, and plodded across another pile of rope. Perhaps she wouldn’t marry at all. Most men were nothing like her father. His views on women’s education and rights had been nothing short of revolutionary.
Traipsing across the dock, she bit her lower lip. She did want children though, lots of them. And there was the corker. She couldn’t very well have one without the other. Good Lord, imagine the scandal. Her gaze dipped to her skirts. What would it be like to have four or five or six children clinging to them? She could adopt, she supposed. There certainly were enough orphans to pick from. Were unmarried women allowed to adopt? She’d have to ask Mr. Dehring.
Yvette grimaced, her joy fading. Now she was a jumble of confused emotions. As she strode across the wharf’s rough wooden planks, an eerie sensation prickled the length of her spine. Slowing her pace, she glanced over her shoulder. Her heart lurched to her throat and lodged there.
Lord Almighty, was that man following her?
