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Augusta and Madge

This is from Bedroom Eyes, Book 2: Song of Love. Augusta “Gus” Rudhall will be ordered to London for the Season despite wanting nothing more than to stay in the country with her beloved pig, Madge. Gus’s heart lived outside her body in the form of Rudhall Grange. Part of her would wither to ashes,...

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Unexpected Visitors

This is a bit long, but this scene is the first of many that slowly draws Maida Locke out of her self-imposed prison. From my currently editing, and soon to-be-published Bedroom Eyes, Book 4: Uncovering Love. It was a gray summer day, and Maida sat by the double windows in her bedroom reading a letter...

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Maida Locke, never a Bride

This is a scene from Bedroom Eyes, Book 2: Song of Love. Lord Nathaniel Fairchild, the hero, has agreed to marry his childhood friend’s sister, Maida. Sir Jacob Locke leaves to fetch his sister from the country. However, during his friend’s absence, Nathaniel has compromised a young woman at a London party and must call...

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The Goose Girl

She walked through the kitchen garden and up the hill to the worn door of the goose enclosure. When she pulled the bolt, a flurry of honking sounded on the other side. The Hepworths had a handful of geese back home, and she felt equal to this task. However, when she managed to get the...

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Queen of her Domain

She had liked it before, but didn’t want to have stronger feelings for the place. However, when the coach stopped, her heart fluttered and expanded. Here was a home free of overbearing stress or hovering solicitude.Susanna Potter opened the door. “Welcome, Miss Locke.”The aroma of food scented the air. She was transported back to Locke...

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The Locke siblings Argue

The repeated cree cree of the carriage spring gave her a headache. Maida could sense Jacob’s stare, the way the sun on a warm day heated your skin, but she didn’t turn towards him. Her gaze remained fixed on the passing landscape outside, willing it to morph into something recognizable. The curve of the river...

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