To Bernadette and Roberto—
Thank you for being so patient with me
through six years of learning to write.
I’d be lying if I said
that I enjoyed every minute,
but I’ll never forget you
or what you taught me.
Contents
From the time Crown Princess Sorcha was three, she prayed…
Sorcha didn’t really know what she was watching for; she’d…
The next morning, Sorcha stood with her hoe in her…
Sunset found Sorcha inside the quiet glass greenhouse, kneeling, holding…
“Tis the only horse ye can safely ride, Miss,…
With one skinny fist, Rainger punched a hole through the…
MacLaren was a worm—and not just any worm. He…
From the moment Rainger fought himself free, it had been…
The black-clad horseman barreled down toward Sorcha. Screaming, she dug…
Glenmoore was a den of thieves.
With her wonderful, hard-won two hundred pounds jingling in…
Rainger pounded on the small, inconspicuous door with the knuckles…
Wind and rain.
In the heat of the noontime hour, in the silence…
When Sorcha woke, it seemed hours had passed. She sat…
“Is your cock unusually large?” Sorcha asked in a chipper voice.
Sorcha couldn’t quite put her finger on what was so…
Rainger led Sorcha to the door and opened it. Summoned…
As they climbed the stairs to the inn’s second story,…
Sunlight seeped through the windows and into the bridal chamber.
Clutching her precious letters, Sorcha stumbled down the stairs and…
Rainger leaned against the door of the bridal chamber and…
Sorcha stood on the deck of the Luella Josephine as…
Queen Claudia, the dowager queen of Beaumontagne, sat huddled in…
Springtime came to Beaumontagne in a rush of color. The…
The footman cleared his throat in apparent agony as he…
A fortnight later, men clothed in black slipped through the…
“There he is.” Count duBelle stood behind Sorcha, his breath…
Slowly, painfully, Rainger stood, turned. He looked down the slope…
“In my day, babies did not toddle all over the…