Happy Sunday to everyone. We were supposed to have left yesterday, and it didn’t happen. I’ll tell you all about it, but first I want to congratulate Jan for winning Judith Laik’s book and Connie for winning Collette Cameron’s book!! Congratulations ladies!!
Now back to the boat. As you know we have been waiting for a weather window and we got one. Then about four days ago, the second engine’s alternator stopped working, the watermaker needed an additional pump, and the SSB was still not installed. Even if we got it all going by next week, that would put us at sea for Christmas. Not a pleasant prospect. So it looks as if we’ll be in Florida for Christmas, and catch the next weather window out.
In book news, A Kiss for Lady Mary, book #6 of The Marriage Game is on pre-order!! Here is the cover, blurb, and an excerpt!
Ella Quinn’s bachelors do as they like and take what they want. But when the objects of their desire are bold, beautiful women, the rules of the game always seem to change…
Handsome, charming, and heir to a powerful Viscount, Christopher “Kit” Featherton is everything a woman could want—except interested in marriage. So when he hears that someone on his estate near the Scottish border is claiming to be his wife, Kit sets off to investigate.
Since her parents’ death, Lady Mary Tolliver has been hounded by her cousin, a fortune-hunting fool after her inheritance. Refusing to settle for anything less than love, Mary escapes to the isolated estate of rakish bachelor, Kit Featherton. Knowing he prefers Court to the country, she believes she will be safe. But when Kit unexpectedly returns, her pretend marriage begins to feel seductively real…
Kit and his small group of servants had stayed in Alnwick last night and got a late start this morning. It would not do to arrive at Rose Hill too early. After luncheon should be time enough.
God knew he didn’t want to spend any more time under the same roof with the female pretending to be his wife than was necessary. He’d had had a great deal of time over the past week to plan how he would arrive. In the end, he decided to do so in as impressive a way as possible. That ought to convey to the woman that he was serious about recovering his property. All his life he had worked hard to avoided scandal, and he refused to have one touch him or his family now. He would give no quarter. If she would not willingly pack her bags and leave by tomorrow morning, he’d help her out the door.
He glanced at his pocket watch again. For the past half hour he had been waiting on the outskirts of Rosebury for Piggott to catch up with him. Finally he spied a carriage being led by his father’s coachman. Of all the bad luck. The wheeler had gone lame. At least it wasn’t one of his father’s horses. After they’d left York, he’d been on his own for cattle. He’d have to get the poor animal looked after. He hoped that Rosebury would have a decent hostelry. He would be damned if Dent had to lead the carriage led all the way to Rose Hill.
“Sorry, sir,” Robins, the coachman, said as he approached. “He threw a shoe. Shouldn’t be too bad once we get it fixed.”
“There’s nothing you could have done to prevent it, but time is of the essence. We’ll have to find a replacement.”
After they made their slow way to the center of the town, Kit located the blacksmith, while Dent went off to ask about a stable where he could board the horse and hire another.
Kit stepped into the large stone smithy, peering through the dim light until he located a figure. “Good day. I have a horse that’s thrown a shoe. Can you help me?”
A large, middle-aged man with coal black hair materialized from the dark interior. “Aye, gimme time t’finish here.” He retreated back into the darkness, and the next sound was the sizzle of hot iron being put in water. “Passin’ through?”
“Here on business. Name’s Featherton.”
The smith stopped what he was doing and turned. “Be ye the Featherton what owns Rose Hill?”
Kit smiled. “I am.”
The other man scowled. “See here, ya not plannin’ on causin’ trouble for our Lady Mary, are ya?”
Good God, what had that blasted female been doing? He wondered if Mary was even her real name.
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