Regency Romance Writer
Sign of the Golden Goose
Inheritance of gold...or of Death?
As soon as Sarah Overmiller saw the beautiful Golden Goose Inn she had inherited from her grandfather, she loved it. Though empty now, she could imagine its warm hearths glowing, its great halls filled with people. With two handsome men vying for her attentions, she set busily and happily to work readying the inn.
But something was wrong...
I cannot imagine," said Charlotte, "why you should want so unwilling a bride. With your money and your title, surely you can buy one that is willing?"'
His fingers closed more tightly on hers, crushing them before he released her hand abruptly "You shall learn the lesson of that one day, I think," Lord Arundell said smoothly.
It was the match her father dreamed of. And Charlotte dreaded. She had no illusions. Charlotte knew she'd never be allowed to marry for love. She wanted, at least, to be able to respect the man she'd wed.
They called her Silver Jasmine
Slender as a reed, and as ready as a fawn to flee at a man's touch ...yet seventeen-year-old Tess had mettle too, though it could not prevent her cruel stepfather from gambling away her honor in a card game or Morgan Hamilton's forcing her into his marriage bed.
Morgan Hamilton... soldier, sailor, Scotsman, enigma. How Tess longed to love him...