The Truth About Lady Felkirk. Christine Merrill

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       ‘He is waking! Someone get his Grace and her Ladyship immediately.’

      He opened his eyes at last and tried to sit up, but the room was still a blur and his back did not want to support him.

      Who the devil was her Ladyship?

      Something smelled wonderful. No. It was someone. Roses and cinnamon, close at his side. Muslin leaning against his bare arm and warm, silky skin touching his shoulder, then smoothing the hair on his brow. His senses were returning to him in a series of pleasant surprises.

      ‘Is someone going to explain to me what has happened, or will you leave me to guess? Did I take ill in the night?’

      ‘We heard nothing from you for months. When Justine brought you home you were in no state to say anything. There had been an accident.’

      ‘Who is this Justine?’

      ‘It seems there is much you have lost, and much that must be explained to you. But first and foremost you must know this. The woman before you now is Lady Felkirk.’

      He paused again.

      ‘William, may I introduce to you your wife, Justine?’

AUTHOR NOTE

      My first career, long before I settled into life as a writer, was in theatrical costuming. During the theatre season I spent eight hours a day, six days a week, sewing for others. In my spare time I sewed for myself. Over the years I have tried the majority of fibre arts. I taught myself to knit in high school. It took me two or three tries to learn tatting. It took fifty years and the advent of internet instructional videos for me to learn to crochet.

      The one thing I've never tried, and never will, is bobbin lace. I have watched it being done and I know I am far too impatient to manage even a simple project. And, considering the mess my newest cat has made of the knitting basket, I can only imagine what he would do if given a pillow trailing a lot of threads, with bobbins just waiting to be batted.

      How fortunate that I have Justine to work through any of my subconscious lace-making urges.

      Happy reading.

      The Truth About Lady Felkirk

      Christine Merrill

      

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      To Jim: after thirty years, you must be near to sainthood.

      CHRISTINE MERRILL lives on a farm in Wisconsin, USA, with her husband, two sons, and too many pets—all of whom would like her to get off the computer so they can check their e-mail. She has worked by turns in theatre costuming, where she was paid to play with period ballgowns, and as a librarian, where she spent the day surrounded by books. Writing historical romance combines her love of good stories and fancy dress with her ability to stare out of the window and make stuff up.

      Contents

       Cover

       Excerpt

Author Note

       Title Page

       Dedication

       About the Author

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Copyright

Chapter One

      Everything hurt.

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