ABOUT THE BOOK
A romantic thriller set in Regency England. Vexed with her aunt, Bethany Littleton takes the gig without her uncle's permission. Tooling down a sparsely traveled track, she pulls up to master her temper and wanders into the woods. She spies a man burying a long bundle large enough to hold a corpse. Besides burying a body, what other nefarious purpose could be served by digging a pit in this wilderness where few dare to venture even in the daylight? She flees, but danger follows her. In her reckless handling of the ribbons, she nearly runs Lord Rivton off the lane.
He is in search of a spy and must investigate her family, his closest neighbor. Both at cross purposes, the sparks fly. When he rescues her, he places her in a compromising position. They marry as expected, but their path is not smooth. She is still in mortal danger.
He must find and capture the killer/spy while saving his wife. A tattered string weaves together this tale of murder, abduction, and espionage.
He is in search of a spy and must investigate her family, his closest neighbor. Both at cross purposes, the sparks fly. When he rescues her, he places her in a compromising position. They marry as expected, but their path is not smooth. She is still in mortal danger.
He must find and capture the killer/spy while saving his wife. A tattered string weaves together this tale of murder, abduction, and espionage.
SPARK OF INSPIRATION
This tale is even more bizarre than the others and has been recessed in my mind for years. When I was a young child, a friend of my dad’s stopped by our house. No one thinks a child of five or so is paying any attention, but I had my antenna up. The friend was vastly upset and his story came pouring out. Seems this friend along with a few other men accompanied by women were camped out on the beach at Galveston, drinking and gallivanting for nearly a week. In the early morning on the last day of their stay, the campers woke only to discover one of the women had died during the night. They buried her body there on the beach and scuttled away like crabs rushing back into the sea.
My dad tried to talk his friend into going to the police, but the fellow was afraid he’d be blamed for her death. He was the one who brought the women with him to the party, he wouldn’t report the incident. When hurricane, IKE, hit Galveston, so much was destroyed. During the rebuilding, a skeleton of a female was discovered and reported on the news. It was believed the remains had been in the ground for fifty years or better, I often think it might have been that same woman! SPARK, SPARK.
My dad tried to talk his friend into going to the police, but the fellow was afraid he’d be blamed for her death. He was the one who brought the women with him to the party, he wouldn’t report the incident. When hurricane, IKE, hit Galveston, so much was destroyed. During the rebuilding, a skeleton of a female was discovered and reported on the news. It was believed the remains had been in the ground for fifty years or better, I often think it might have been that same woman! SPARK, SPARK.