Here's an excerpt to whet your appetite for an entertaining tale set in 1893 when young Daisy and Adam Grey fist meet....
Excerpt:
Clennell Castle,
Northumberland, 1893
Daisy Charlton swept the sheaf of papers into her
arms, cast a final, satisfied glance around the small room that had been her
work place for the last week and then closed the door behind her with a
triumphant flourish. She hurried along the gallery toward the stairs, swung
one-handed around the newel post and scampered down the first steps into the
main body of the library. Now she had time to relax and enjoy herself.
Someone below snapped a newspaper straight.
Diverted, she looked down. A gentleman’s sun-browned hands
held a newspaper open. She could see nothing of him but legs clad in riding breeches
and brown leather riding boots. Her feet tangled in the folds of her long
skirt. Her stomach lurched; she stumbled, missed the shallow tread of the stair
and turned her ankle on the edge of the next.
‘No-o-o!’
She grabbed for the banister, missed and pitched forward. Her
precious papers sprang into the air and fluttered around her like a cloud of
newly released doves. Her hip and shoulder collided painfully with the shallow
riser and she yelped as she bounced and rolled down the stairs.
‘Good God!’ The sound of crushed newspaper followed the
exclamation.
Daisy struck something hard. Dazed and breathless, she
inhaled the mixed scents of smoky sandalwood, starched linen and something
spicy like black pepper. She lay unmoving for a long moment and registered a
steady, rhythmic thud against her ear. She opened her eyes and stared at the
fawn moleskin and engraved silver buttons of a gentleman’s waistcoat. Her right
hand clutched the rough tweed of his sleeve. Her left trailed on the parquet
floor.
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