One Kiss from You
Excerpt
Chapter One
London, 1806
The coach belonging to the duchess of Magnus
pulled up to the tall house on Berkley Square,
and an imposter stepped out.
The imposter's long, sturdy traveling cloak covered
plain, dark, modest traveling clothes. Like the
duchess, she was tall and well-rounded, and she
spoke with the duchess's aristocratic accent. Also
like the duchess, she wore her black hair smoothed
back from her face.
Yet for the discerning eye, the differences were obvious.
The imposter had a sweeter, rounder face,
dominated by large blue eyes striking in their serenity.
Her voice was husky, warm, rich. Her hands
rested calmly at her waist, and she moved with
serene grace, not at all with the brisk certainty of the duchess. She was slow to smile, slow to frown, and
never laughed with glorious freedom. Indeed, she
seemed to weigh each emotion before allowing it
egress, as if sometime in the past every drop of impulsiveness
had been choked from her. It wasn't that
she was morose, but she was observant, composed,
and far too quiet.
Yes, a knowledgeable person would recognize the
differences b ... read full excerpt from: One Kiss from You ebook
