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Tag Archives: Spring
“When I said that I wanted you to come over and help me with that pasture fence, Sawyer, I didn’t mean you couldn’t eat breakfast first. Especially as we may not even get out to do it, if it doesn’t … Continue reading
“There must be something in the water ’round here.” Peyton commented, tipping her face up slightly to enjoy the warm sun, after the better part of ten days of cold, cold rain it was nice to have sun again. Well, … Continue reading
“Is it sad how much I want to squee?” Jolene asked Heidi. “Over the fact that I’m getting married–or over the fact that I’ll be moving out and you’ll have more closet space?” Heidi teased.
“What are we doing here?” Heidi asked. Here was a break in the trees before the land evened out into cleared pasture and farmland, a brisk walk from the city gates. There was nothing, from her vantage point that would … Continue reading
“One, two, three, four, five.” As this was the seventh time in two pages Dolph had uttered this particular set of numbers, Camden looked up from his page. “What are you doing?”
Nessa wouldn’t be surprised if she soon looked down at the floor and found herself walking in a trench. It was just that the king had told her that he’d be by, today–this morning–sometime with Master Jarrett. Oooh. She pressed … Continue reading
It was perfect, absolutely perfect. Castles had always loomed high in her mind, probably since the first time that she saw Cinderella. Other girls saw the princesses in the Disney movies and thought “I’m gonna marry a prince someday.” She’d … Continue reading
“What in God’s name is that?” Lady Kennedy asked. Lock pulled his nose out of the book to look around. What? Oh. “The Servantus?” A brow cocked as the doctor’s head turned back toward him. “The invisible chick.” She pointed. … Continue reading
“Are you quite certain, Lady Kennedy, that you don’t want my seat?” Wesley asked as Kennedy settled back onto the desk. “Yes. Right now if I sat on anything soft I’d probably fall asleep. I haven’t done this kind of … Continue reading