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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In the day’s dying light, Lady Timandra Lotterby peered out the coach window at the
dark and shuttered house and wished she had never offered to accompany her friend, Eliza
Tilbury, to Perfidious Brambles. A cold shiver crept up her spine, and she squiggled
uncomfortably on the padded seat cushion. Eliza’s trembling hand slid over hers, and Timandra
felt instant shame. She was here to support her friend, not give way to silly, baseless fears. Yes,
the estate grounds appeared unkempt, and the house foreboding, but an old man living on his
own might find little need to keep up appearances.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In the day’s dying light, Lady Timandra Lotterby peered out the coach window at the
dark and shuttered house and wished she had never offered to accompany her friend, Eliza
Tilbury, to Perfidious Brambles. A cold shiver crept up her spine, and she squiggled
uncomfortably on the padded seat cushion. Eliza’s trembling hand slid over hers, and Timandra
felt instant shame. She was here to support her friend, not give way to silly, baseless fears. Yes,
the estate grounds appeared unkempt, and the house foreboding, but an old man living on his
own might find little need to keep up appearances.