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A Pansy for Eleanor, part 5 (of 8)
The train jerked as it pulled into the station at Thistle Creek, steam billowing from the iron engine. Outside, the town was bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon. A row of wooden buildings lined the dusty main street, and beyond them, the towering peaks of the Rockies stood like silent sentinels.
A Walk in Hyde Park
With a reassuring smile, he led her to a stone bench along the riverbank. The moment they sat, a parade of ducks emerged from the water, waddling toward them with eager quacks.
A Pansy for Eleanor, part 4 (of 8)
She let out a breath, unfastening her cloak and laying it over the chair. “It’s not the Montrose estate, but it will do.”
Henry smirked, shrugging off his own coat. “I’d take this over a ballroom full of scheming aristocrats any day.”
Alina & The Greatest Show on Earth, Part 2 (of 5)
Later, as I lay there, I thought about the doctor’s gentle hand on my back, the kindness in his eyes. He had a calm, quiet way about him. I remembered the palm reading my grandmother had done when she discovered I was with child. She had said the father would be a healer… a gentle man. Could that be him?
Alina & The Greatest Show on Earth, Part 1 (of 5)
I missed being on the trapeze, flipping and flying through the air with my cousins, aunt, and uncle. Our grandmother was a fortune teller, and many people lined up outside her tent to get their palms read and have her gaze into their future in her crystal ball.
A Pansy for Eleanor, part 3 (of 8)
Eleanor met his gaze. She thought of Lord Rutledge, stranded on the Liverpool docks. She thought of the life she had left behind—the corseted expectations, the ballrooms filled with whispers, the future that had never truly been hers.