A Timeless Romance Anthology: European Collection by Annette Lyon, G. G. Vandagriff, Michele Paige Holmes, Sarah M. Eden, Heather B. Moore, Nancy Campbell Allen Page B
Authors: Annette Lyon, G. G. Vandagriff, Michele Paige Holmes, Sarah M. Eden, Heather B. Moore, Nancy Campbell Allen
Tags: Romance, Historical, Historical Romance, Short Stories, Anthologies, Novellas, sweet romance, clean romance
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I fell for you at your come-out. I knew nothing of your dowry then. Your good nature sparkled from those beautiful blue eyes, and I was enslaved by every graceful move you made. I had been looking for a lady like you for a long time.” He cupped her chin and leaned down to kiss her.
“But I am so ordinary,” Melissa said.
“ Extraordinary. Have you any idea how rare it is to find a good nature coupled with such beauty?”
“My nature is not so very good. I threw you out of your own house. And when I am old, I shall have thirteen chins.”
He laughed at her solemnity. “I do not believe it. As for throwing me out, any woman with a speck of self-respect would have done the same. But you will be the perfect life’s partner for me,” he said. “I adored my parents, and for years I have had the dream of restoring domestic felicity to the hearth of Oaksey Hall. They died while I was away at school, and my home has never felt the same. But you will give it new heart.”
“Papa said it was very grand, but very comfortable as well.”
His heart swelled with happiness he had never thought to feel. “It is all ready for you and our child.”
“I love you, Thomas. And I’m so very, very glad you were poor and had to marry me.”
Leaning down over the daybed, he kissed his wife again then ran his index finger along her jawline. “I shall take the very best care of you,” he murmured. “I want you to last.”
Epilogue
It was a winter evening, and the snow was piled deep outside Oaksey Hall. But within, there was rejoicing. In the countess’s chamber, a new infant’s lusty cry could be heard. Little Lord Richmond Burroughs lay in his mother’s arms. His wailing soon stopped as his suckling began. His papa, the earl, stood over his wife and son, tears trickling down both cheeks.
“You have an heir,” his wife said, satisfaction evident in her voice.
“He is bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh,” Lord Oaksey said. “Thank you for bringing him into the world, my love. That was a splendid effort.”
“Thank you giving me the chance to mother this little mite. I think he is impressive, do you not think so?”
“Of course I do. Look how large his hands and feet are! And those shoulders. He is so loud, I venture to say he will outshine your father in Parliament.”
“Yes, he will make a grand Whig.”
“Tory, my dear.”
“I have heard that a mother’s influence is greatest,” Lady Oaksey said, her smile serene.
Remembering his own dear mother, Lord Oaksey wondered if she were not present somehow at this wonderful scene where a new generation had begun. He hoped so.
“You may be right, my love.”
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G.G. Vandagriff is the author of seventeen books, including six Regency romances. The most recent of these is Lord Trowbridge’s Angel , where Melissa and Lord Oaksey make their first appearance. Coming in mid-November 2013 is The Baron and the Bluestocking. She loves the Regency period with all its absurd eccentricities.
Vandagriff is at home with historical fiction, her novel, The Last Waltz: A Novel of Love and War, having received the Whitney Award for Best Historical Novel of 2009. Her other works include a genealogical mystery series, women’s fiction, suspense, and two non-fiction offerings. Visit her online at http://ggvandagriff.com
Vandagriff studied writing at Stanford University and received her master’s degree from George Washington University. She and her husband, David, have three children and four grandchildren.
Her favorite indulgence is travel, and she goes to Florence every year to stimulate her creativity. And eat gelato!
by Michele Paige Holmes
Chapter One
Northern England—1760
Ethan Moorleigh wore a path over the hall rug. Seven paces, sharp turn. Seven paces, back again.
Lucky seven. His hands clenched at his sides. He wasn’t usually a man given to
“But I am so ordinary,” Melissa said.
“ Extraordinary. Have you any idea how rare it is to find a good nature coupled with such beauty?”
“My nature is not so very good. I threw you out of your own house. And when I am old, I shall have thirteen chins.”
He laughed at her solemnity. “I do not believe it. As for throwing me out, any woman with a speck of self-respect would have done the same. But you will be the perfect life’s partner for me,” he said. “I adored my parents, and for years I have had the dream of restoring domestic felicity to the hearth of Oaksey Hall. They died while I was away at school, and my home has never felt the same. But you will give it new heart.”
“Papa said it was very grand, but very comfortable as well.”
His heart swelled with happiness he had never thought to feel. “It is all ready for you and our child.”
“I love you, Thomas. And I’m so very, very glad you were poor and had to marry me.”
Leaning down over the daybed, he kissed his wife again then ran his index finger along her jawline. “I shall take the very best care of you,” he murmured. “I want you to last.”
Epilogue
It was a winter evening, and the snow was piled deep outside Oaksey Hall. But within, there was rejoicing. In the countess’s chamber, a new infant’s lusty cry could be heard. Little Lord Richmond Burroughs lay in his mother’s arms. His wailing soon stopped as his suckling began. His papa, the earl, stood over his wife and son, tears trickling down both cheeks.
“You have an heir,” his wife said, satisfaction evident in her voice.
“He is bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh,” Lord Oaksey said. “Thank you for bringing him into the world, my love. That was a splendid effort.”
“Thank you giving me the chance to mother this little mite. I think he is impressive, do you not think so?”
“Of course I do. Look how large his hands and feet are! And those shoulders. He is so loud, I venture to say he will outshine your father in Parliament.”
“Yes, he will make a grand Whig.”
“Tory, my dear.”
“I have heard that a mother’s influence is greatest,” Lady Oaksey said, her smile serene.
Remembering his own dear mother, Lord Oaksey wondered if she were not present somehow at this wonderful scene where a new generation had begun. He hoped so.
“You may be right, my love.”
Click on the covers to visit Amazon’s purchase site :
G.G. Vandagriff is the author of seventeen books, including six Regency romances. The most recent of these is Lord Trowbridge’s Angel , where Melissa and Lord Oaksey make their first appearance. Coming in mid-November 2013 is The Baron and the Bluestocking. She loves the Regency period with all its absurd eccentricities.
Vandagriff is at home with historical fiction, her novel, The Last Waltz: A Novel of Love and War, having received the Whitney Award for Best Historical Novel of 2009. Her other works include a genealogical mystery series, women’s fiction, suspense, and two non-fiction offerings. Visit her online at http://ggvandagriff.com
Vandagriff studied writing at Stanford University and received her master’s degree from George Washington University. She and her husband, David, have three children and four grandchildren.
Her favorite indulgence is travel, and she goes to Florence every year to stimulate her creativity. And eat gelato!
by Michele Paige Holmes
Chapter One
Northern England—1760
Ethan Moorleigh wore a path over the hall rug. Seven paces, sharp turn. Seven paces, back again.
Lucky seven. His hands clenched at his sides. He wasn’t usually a man given to
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