After She Became A Lady
hero and live in wedded bliss forever after. Instead, with the ink
barely dry on the marriage lines, Lord Robert Laningham is called
away to Spain and the war. With a heavy heart, she sends her husband
off with a kiss and a prayer for his safe return.
Now alone in her new role of Lady Laningham, she faces a series of
terrifying events, shadowy intruders, missing jewelry, and mysterious
footfalls in the night. Added to her alarms, she must fight her
hostile sister-in-law for the reins of her husband’s establishment.
When Lord Robert Laningham returns, can she convince him danger stalks the
halls of the ancient mansion? In his wounded state, will he listen,
or must she protect her child, her recovering husband, and her
household by herself?
Laurel’s heart skipped half a beat and sank to her toes. She fought to find her voice. “Robert. What about Robert? He’s not--.” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the question.
Rhonda sat up. “He’s been wounded. Lieutenant Banfield is bringing him home to me.”
Laurel’s heart began to beat again, now striking hard and heavy. She entered the parlor and stammered, “Thank God he isn’t dead!”
With tear drenched eyes, Rhonda looked up. “He’s gravely injured. Adron wrote thinking to lessen the shock beforehand.”
Why hadn’t Lord Gladrey written to her as well? Simple courtesy demanded such a consideration. Laurel’s trembling legs would no longer support her and she sank into a chair. Her lungs seemed to have collapsed before she gulped in deep breaths. Shaking her head to clear the faintness, she whispered, “He’s coming home.”
Rhonda bounded up from the sofa. “He’ll be here in a trice.”
Before her sister-in-law fled out the door, Laurel stopped her. “When is he coming?”
“In a few days. I must prepare for his arrival. The back parlor must be rendered habitable for a wounded man.”
Laurel stood the better to face her sister-in-law. “I realize you are filled with anticipation. I am as well, but I shall see to the arrangements necessary for my husband.”
“You want to take credit for serving him. You know nothing. You shall never take my place.”
“Calm yourself Rhonda. I have no desire to take your place. You’re his beloved sister—his twin, near and dear to his heart. I freely accept you in that position. I am his wife—his mate, the mother of his child, and I wish you could accept me in that place as well.”
“You are impossible.” Rhonda stormed from the room.
|Wareeze Woodson, Author|
I write historical romance fiction novels set in the 1800s forward with
a twist of suspense. All of my characters and stories that are
portrayed in my books are fictitious. I am a native of Texas, but I
have traveled throughout America and beyond. As a dreamer, I love to
visit new places where I can imagine a heroine meeting a hero in a
special way. I'm an avid reader of (all sorts) and I love to write.
plus one daughter, our love for each other remains unshaken. Now we
enjoy our eight grandchildren. We can send them home, but we're
always happy for their return.
and hate to miss even one practice. The local chapter of RWA is also
at the top of my list of pleasures. It keeps me grounded with craft
and connected with other writers.
leave me alone to bask in the sun, listening to water gurgle along
the riverbanks while allowing my mind to float away to some distance
place. Ah! Perfect.
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