of her beautiful, smiling face would be torture for him.
The rain had stopped by the time they’d finished their breakfast. The ground was muddy and wet, but the sun was shining and a warm, sea breeze now blew across the meadow as they trudged to the dower house. Two young women were at the house, one hanging up the laundry while the other one was tending the garden. The scent of an apple pie cooling on the kitchen window ledge filled his nostrils.
Well, damn.
Throck was doing nicely for himself.
Genalynn hurried into the house, calling his name. “Throck! Throck! We’re home! Where are you?”
They found him in the kitchen about to dig into the apple pie. “Molly baked it for me.” He nodded to the young woman tending the garden.
Genalynn beamed. “I have so much to tell you about London.” She went on about every detail while they all now sat around enjoying Molly’s pie. “...and of course, Gideon had to laud it over his brother. He teased him to no end, because William is Baron Whitpool and now that Gideon is Viscount Winthrop, he’s of higher rank than his older brother. But Abigail’s husband is an earl, the Earl of Westcliff, so he had the last laugh on both of them.”
Throck smiled and ate another slice of pie.
“I met the prime minister and so many peers in the House of Lords. I can’t possibly remember all of their names. We went to the theater and I saw my first London play. We saw the Tower of London and the museums and shops. I have a gift for you, several in fact. I’ll have them sent over later.”
She took a breath and smiled at him. “Throck, have you nothing to say?”
His eyes turned teary, but there was no mistaking the joy he felt to have Genalynn with him. “You talk too much.”
END
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed Genalynn Winthrop and Gideon Croft in this story. Gideon was also an important character in his brother’s story called Aislin, a wonderfully gothic, historical romance novella inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, A Dream Within A Dream. In Aislin, William Croft is a man without a memory of his past, but he has a recurring dream of a young woman with long dark hair running amid the ruins of Tintagel Castle on the coast of Cornwall. He calls her Aislin in his dreams, but who is she? And why does he dream of her? He’s on his way to Tintagel Castle to find out. William is also an important character in my swashbuckling pirate story, Pearls of Fire, where he spends those missing years of his life as second in command to the English privateer, now falsely accused of murder, Hugh Le Brecque. Happy reading!
With love,
Meara
Also By Meara Platt
FARTHINGALE SERIES
My Fair Lily
The Duke I’m Going To Marry
Rules For Reforming A Rake
A Midsummer’s Kiss
The Viscount’s Rose
Earl of Hearts
If You Wished For Me
Never Dare A Duke
Capturing The Heart Of A Cameron
BOOK OF LOVE SERIES
The Look of Love
The Touch of Love
The Taste of Love
The Song of Love
The Scent of Love
The Kiss of Love
The Chance of Love
The Gift of Love
The Heart of Love
The Hope of Love (novella)
DARK GARDENS SERIES
Garden of Shadows
Garden of Light
Garden of Dragons
Garden of Destiny
Garden of Angels
THE BRAYDENS
A Match Made In Duty
Earl of Westcliff
Fortune’s Dragon
Earl of Kinross
Pearls of Fire*
(*also in Pirates of Britannia series)
Aislin
Genalynn
DeWOLFE PACK ANGELS SERIES
Nobody’s Angel
Kiss An Angel
Bhrodi’s Angel
About the Author
Meara Platt is an award winning, USA TODAY bestselling author and an Amazon UK All-Star. Her favorite place in all the world is England’s Lake District, which may not come as a surprise since many of her stories are set in that idyllic landscape, including her paranormal romance Dark Gardens series. Learn more about the Dark Gardens and Meara’s lighthearted and humorous Regency romances in her Farthingale series and Book of Love series, or her warmhearted Regency romances in her Braydens series by visiting her website at www.mearaplatt.com
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Chapter 1
Rivulets of water slid down the windowpane, blurring the view from the carriage. Jostling along the rutted country road, Angelica Florence