Be Mine Tonight
Chapter One
Tintagel, Cornwall
1899
"You talked Papa into buying a parcel of land because you believe the Holy Grail is hidden there?"
Prudence Ryland knew her sister would not understand. "Yes."
Caroline's pretty face was marred with concern beneath the brim of her riding hat. "Darling, isn't this clutching at straws?"
Perhaps Caroline understood better than Pru had first thought.
Squinting against the sun -- her foolish little cap did nothing to shield her eyes -- Pru set her jaw. "Perhaps."
They were riding back from the village, Caroline on a gray mare, Pru on a chestnut gelding. With the men out hunting and their sisters busy at needlework, Caroline and Pru had desperately needed something to pass the day -- something that required air and exercise. Anything else would have left Pru alone in her head -- something she tried to avoid these days.
The afternoon was warm -- too warm for a velvet riding habit, as pretty as her dark green one was. But Caro had wanted one last ride before her pregnancy denied her ... read full excerpt from: Be Mine Tonight ebook
