Each day Cecelia's determined purpose was securing her love's release from the hands of the French and for this she waited on court until Henry deemed give her audience. That day finally came as she was announced in the presence of the Archbishop and Duchess of Canterbury. "Gracious Sovereign, your highness, " Lady Cecelia stated, "I owe my life and my serv...
Hi everyone. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I so enjoyed writing it. Thanks to my lovely editor Angelicsounds, you're a star. Thanks for the feedbacks. Gargouille **MW** Her near death experience had happened four months ago. Just four months. Nicole knew she should be happy, as the men had done everything in their power to make her feel happy and saf...
Her new husband seemed to be unsociable the morning of their wedding. They invited the priest to dine with them and naturally, he accepted. But Derek barely said a word to the him, so it was up to Vivian to make the elderly man be at ease. Sykes, quite happy to see his employer married served them with a flourish that was unlike his gruff exterior -- and m...
Just my luck, I got sent to Illinois. Not that I have anything against Illinois, really—it's just that the rest of my company got sent to New Mexico. From New York. In January. This was my "reward" for actually being on the ball, doing what I'm supposed to, making myself into the "up-and-comer" in the business—I got sent as the only representative from the...
Chapter Four: Rue A bone-tipped arrow zipped down from the earthen ramparts that defended the little village, passing close enough that the wind of it ruffled Lady Rue's short black hair. Rue did not did not flinch and urged her mount on to greater speed. The shaggy pony's striped legs ate up the icy ground between her and the low wall. Icicles like daggers...
This is a work of fiction, any similarities to persons living or dead is completely coincidental. I hope that you don't think this story is too long and drawn out, I like stories that take you some place in the end, and getting there is half the fun. This is far removed from what I have done so far, I hope not too far, but I love this romantic era. Enjoy! E...
There's a crack in the sidewalk by my toe. Bright, hurtful light from the passing cars flows along the street like iridescent liquid, filling the crack with its brilliance briefly before moving on. It moves on and leaves me in the soft, candy-apple glow of the signs. The pretty signs make me pretty too; all electric blue and red... A man wearing a suit tha...
Ch. 02: Medieval I had pretty much forgotten all about this story and series idea, but a 'recent' comment in Ch. 01 got me thinking about it again, so here's Ch. 02. I'm going to add something about the DVD that gets played to the title of each chapter, so that you readers can quickly find the ones that interest you the most. Big thanks to pandybear311 for...
Chapter 1: A Job Lalana Sukha stepped out of the van a looked up at the mansion that towered over her menacingly. It was a huge, gothic building that was dripping with ornate stone and unforgiving iron fixtures. The windows looked like tiny slits that didn't appear as though they would allow enough light to fill a small bathroom. To Lalana the mansion and i...
Authors note: Although this a sequel to the story "A Wife For Christmas," it is a standalone story and the reader will be able to understand the context without reading the first. This is a Valentine's day contest submission, so please vote. I also look forward to reading your comments. Thank you and I hope you enjoy reading... * Thursday 9 February Lisa...