“C’mon, me laddies. What’m I bid fer this fine bit…
James drummed his fingers on the window ledge of the…
James sat with his back to the smoldering fire and…
The place was growing on her. The gardens of Pendurgan,…
His head throbbed. He pushed the heels of his palms…
Go!
Verity sat before the makeshift dressing table—a dark, ancient-looking gateleg…
The explosion rocked the ground beneath him. Flames erupted all…
“You want me to do what?”
At Alan Poldrennan’s request, James had ridden out with Verity…
Spring came early to Cornwall and by April was in…
He’d found them.
Verity paced the length of the small bedchamber, unable to…
“Quite a sight, i’nt it?” Mark Penneck asked as his…
She was ready when he came for her.