Road to Rosewood
Road to Rosewood
Road To Rosewood, coming April 2018! I’m still writing this book, but I think it will turn out to be a fun story. I can’t wait to share it with all of you! This story is filled with adventure, regret, danger, romance, and humor. Lucy is quite the character. If you’ve read Lies and Letters you’ll remember her. There may be some other familiar characters in this book as well . . . 😉
Cover and synopsis below!
Lucy Abbot longs to return to the country estate where she spent the best days of her childhood with her cousins and their charming neighbor Nicholas. Her protective parents, however, have other plans for her. When she finally dares to escape, her carriage is besieged by highwaymen with a familiar man leading them. Could this mysterious outlaw be exactly the person Lucy has been searching for?
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A few LIES & LETTERS teasers. Happy Friday!
Craster, Northumberland. A haunting fishing town with a grey backdrop and castle ruins.
Please picture him (Colin O’ Donoghue, A.K.A. Captain Hook) when you read the book. You will thank me.
Charlotte loves music. This photo reminded me of the imperfect, chipped pianoforte that she plays in the story.
And now. . . for your first excerpts. Yay! There will be more to come.
Clara stopped trying to reach the book, but melted into tears. “Stop! Stop!” She wrapped her arms around herself and leaned over, hiding her face from me.
I pulled out and crumpled another fistful of the pages. “You will thank me,” I said. When I finished, I dropped the binding to the dirt and laughed.
“How can you be so awful?” She spit the words at me and tears fell slowly down her cheeks. “I hope you fall in love someday, Charlotte. And I hope he breaks your heart.”
I shook my head with my hands on my hips. “Impossible.”
She stooped over the bench, gathering up the remaining pages and organizing them in a neat stack. Amid her movements, she glanced up at me, eyes like stone. “You’re right. I don’t believe you even have a heart.”
I kicked the crumpled pages away from her reach before turning to leave. Before I moved, I said, in a voice just as hard, “That is because a woman is much better off without one.”
It began with a slight pout of my lips. Then I leaned in close. “Is there truly no other option? We are so very afraid and alone.” I batted my eyelashes and smiled through them.
Instead of acting flustered, bending to my requests, Mr. Wortham surprised me. He stepped even closer to me. His closeness afforded me with a new view of his eyes. They were not only blue—they were streaked with green and edged in grey. “Aye, miss, but I would very much like to see you sporting a pair of fish-strewn breeches.” A wink followed the words. Heavens, the man could flirt with the best of us.
I warned him with a look, accepting that my ploy was ineffective. I wanted to stomp my foot and demand my way, but I suspected this James Wortham would find amusement in such an act. “You will never have the privilege.”
Less than 3 months! I’m so excited.