“Here, ye read it, ye wasted enough time learnin’ t’ read,” she grumbled. Sofia took a deep breath, biting back a reminder that she was taught to read by the same man her mother had refused, but now was not the time. Her eyes raced down the page, stopping at the laird’s seal at the …
“I don’t want to be tacksman.” Robert enunciated every word, his voice rising. “I don’t want your job, bowing obsequiously to the stinking laird and his despicable sons. I won’t do it.” “Ye will.” Lytton’s voice, steel-edged. “I won’t. Don’t you see, Da? Soon there won’t be any tacksmen. Year by year, they’re being replaced …
My WIP Wednesday is preparing the collateral information for my Bluestocking Belles‘ novella that’s in its third and fourth beta read with other Belles right now! It’s shaping up well. This novella will be released in the Bluestocking Belles’ Holiday Boxed set and six months later, I’m hoping to release the full novel. Can’t wait …
Hi all! Submitted Once Upon a Vet School #6: Fifty Miles at a Breath yesterday and today, I’m stuck into Somewhere Called Home, a novella about the early life of Scotty from A Long Trail Rolling in the Highlands of Scotland that I’ve already researched. It’s due… next week. Thankfully it’s meant to be short… …