My friend and fellow author Anne Stenhouse invited me to contribute the next instalment of a story she’s writing on her blog. Anne writes historical romances and this winter’s tale is in that genre. This a repost from Anne’s blog where you can read the whole story and then follow it to its conclusion.
ANNE STORMONT provides today’s extract of Winter Wonder, continuing the ScottishRegency story set in Edinburgh. When I invited a few folk to carry the story on, I was a little nervous, but I think you’ll agree, Anne’s continuation is flawless.
Winter Wonder, continues
Was it the smell of her own fear? Was that it? Mary could smell it now. That and the smell of rotting leaves. Panic arose within her. She had to get out. Out of the confines of the house. Away from the stares of her mother-in-law and the servants.
She pushed back her chair and ignoring the startled look on Roberta’s face, she excused herself.
A little while later, Mary was seated on a bench in the Gardens. She tried to ignore Agnes hovering around her. She breathed in a much more pleasant scent than the one that had driven her from the house…
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