“While James continued on Nathaniel squirmed, eager for this moment to find an end so he could take Kitty in his arms, lead her away and kiss her again, thereby removing all other men from her mind. Forever. Suddenly the truth socked Nathaniel in the gut with such force he nearly coughed. His gaze jumped between the two. Not only… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share
“He’d tried to keep himself occupied all evening, tried to keep his mind from tilting Kitty’s direction, but no matter how he… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share Image
“She still loves, me. I know it. She has been brainwashed. Once we are married, and I have a chance to show… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share Image
“In earnest, I shall echo your earlier proclamation, my friend, and state that in my mind the acquaintance of not only Cyprian… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share Image
“I believe she will be well. No need for you to leave your throng of women to care for a patient who needs only a good night’s rest.” Her words dropped to the road and nearly tripped Nathaniel as he walked. Throng of women? He stared at her. No, ‘twas not his imagination. Indeed the tone of jealousy had been… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share
“You are so enchanting when you’re upset.” “Enchanting?” How dare he laugh at her! How dare he toy with her feelings in such an… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share Image
“While James continued on Nathaniel squirmed, eager for this moment to find an end so he could take Kitty in his arms, lead her away and kiss her again, thereby removing all other men from her mind. Forever. Suddenly the truth socked Nathaniel in the gut with such force he nearly coughed. His gaze jumped between the two. Not only… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share
“Higley was here.” “James Higley?” Thomas’s expression went flat. “You jest.” Nathaniel shook his head. “He was here after church services.” The memory stabbed him anew. “He was looking for Kitty. Said he had urgent business with her...” He couldn’t bring himself to speak the rest, though Thomas must have deciphered what he did not say for he tipped his… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share
“The trust in her voice made his confidence wobble. He had no idea what he was doing. The faith and bravery that nestled inside… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share Image
“The door opened and Kitty jerked free from the remaining bands of sleep, hurling back to the dank night that surrounded her. Struggling to… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share Image
“Kitty!” His fingers held firm yet gentle, and his hazel eyes scanned her in one quick sweep. “What in heaven’s name are you doing here? Are you all right?” Nathaniel peered at her with such unreserved concern her knees turned weak. His freshly shaven face looked smoother and more angled than she’d ever seen it. His gaze threaded with hers,… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share
“She would not stand here and be punished like a schoolgirl. She whirled away from him and walked in the direction of the house. “Eliza!” He called after her, his quiet tone loaded with anger. “Eliza!” She quickened her pace. Instantly, he was behind her again and yanked her around to face him. Her fury ignited. “Unhand me, Thomas!” she… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share
“Thomas stood in the doorway like a chunk of useless iron, unable to take his gaze off the two women until they entered the… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share Image
“Thomas led the way, but promptly stopped and pointed at the table. “Is that carrot pudding?” The glee in his face made Kitty want to toss the infernal pudding in the fire. She pursed her lips playfully and glared. “Aye, I adore carrot pudding. Or didn’t you know?” Removing her apron, Kitty followed Eliza toward the parlor ignoring Thomas’s jesting… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share
“At that moment, Kitty entered the room, and all conversation ceased, bathing the room in silence. The emerald gown clung to her feminine figure and her countenance beamed as if she were the happy bride herself. How beautiful she looked. So much like her sister. Thomas snuck a glance at Nathaniel, whose round eyes were sweeping over her from head-to-toe… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share
“Why did dinner at the Watson’s have his insides turning upside down and then back up again? Gads. And ‘twas as if his fingers were the size of potatoes from the way he had to keep fussing with his cravat that refused to tie properly. He glanced at the clock on the dresser again before fastidiously fastening his hair behind… — Amber Lynn Perry Copy Share
