Chapter 1 Lady Eugenie Weatherstone had positioned herself in what she considered the most advantageous spot in the entire drawing room — a small settee near the window, partially obscured by an enormous potted fern. From here she could observe the quarterly charitable society meeting without being drawn into tedious conversations about bonnet styles or…
Chapter 1 The spring of 1814 was meant to be the season of Lady Clara Hastings’s triumph. As the only daughter of the Earl of Radna, she possessed a respectable dowry, an impeccable bloodline, and a face that had inspired sonnets from the lesser poets of Mayfair. More importantly, she possessed the heart of Lord…
Chapter 1 The invitation was expensive. The kind with gold embossing that screamed money. Margot Dalworth stood in her Cambridge apartment, staring at the cream-colored envelope that had just destroyed her entire evening. Trevor Haywood was getting married. Her ex-husband. The man whose mother had handed her three thousand dollars and told her to disappear,…
Chapter 1 Duchess Isold of Fairmont was a name spoken carefully in drawing rooms across England. Even men who commanded banks and ministers who shaped laws lowered their voices when speaking of her. Since the death of her husband, the late Duke of Fairmont, she had ruled the family affairs alone with a calm strength…
Chapter 1 The night wind moved slowly through the empty train station. Old lights flickered above the cracked floor. A tired girl sat near the last wooden bench. Her name was Ara. Her coat was thin and her hands were cold, but the cold was not what hurt. Only one hour ago she had believed…
Chapter 1 Three knocks cut through the wind like axe blows. Clara’s hand froze over the stew pot, steam curling into the cold air between her and the door. The blizzard had been building since noon, turning the world beyond her cabin into a howling white void. No one came this far up the ridge….
Chapter 1 The snow fell silent and thick on Christmas night, 1885. Jacob Thornton walked his land alone, lantern swinging golden against the Montana dark. He’d done this every evening for five years — checking stock, securing gates, returning to an empty cabin. The cold bit through his coat, made his breath smoke white. Tonight…
Chapter 1 The sun cast long shadows across the dusty street of Redemption Creek as the crowd gathered for what was possibly the most despicable auction the Montana Territory had seen in the summer of 1878. Margaret Flynn stood trembling on the makeshift platform, clutching her six-month-old son William to her chest. Her eyes reflected…
Chapter 1 The noon sun hammered down on the wooden platform like it held a personal grudge against every soul gathered at the Millerton depot. Anna Miller pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, trying to work up enough spit to swallow. The tin water dipper had made two passes among the ten…
Chapter 1 The church smelled like old wood and judgment. Ara walked down the aisle alone. Her father had disappeared that morning — too ashamed or too drunk to face what he’d done. Her mother had died three years ago, which maybe was a mercy. She wouldn’t have to see this. Every pew was full….
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