Desire Never Dies
Chapter One
London, 1813
The crash jolted Anastasia Whittig out of her
concentration. She blinked, pushing her spectacles up
the bridge of her nose as she looked at the ceiling with
pursed lips. What in the world were the servants doing
up there, teaching each other to dance? She hated
interruptions, especially when she was so dratted close
to finding the key to this latest invention.
Glaring at the stairs that lead from her secret workroom
to the main floor above, she returned her attention to
her efforts.
The second crash made her jump. It was followed by more
pounding feet and, to Ana's surprise, the door above her
stairway flew open. Normally, the servants knew better
than to invade her private area, so for them to open her
door, without even knocking, was an indication that
something serious was afoot.
A maid came down two steps. Her cap was crooked and her
eyes wide and wild. Ana cocked her head.
"What in the world is it, Mary? I'm in the middle of-"
The girl panted, fear painted across her face in pale
colors. "Lady Allington, my lady, she ... read full excerpt from Desire Never Dies ebook
