Crowned: An Ordinary Girl
"You're reading Chekhov. Have you read any Tolstoy?"
Dr Marianne Chambers hesitated midway through the second paragraph of the paper she was proofreading. A small frown pulled at the centre of her forehead as she recognised the uncanny echo of a long-ago conversation.
It had to be impossible. Why would he be at the Cowper Hotel during an academic conference? She was being completely ridiculous.
But.
The memory of that sunny afternoon tugged at her and her frown deepened. It was the same upper-class English accent, with the same hint of something indefinably "foreign'about it.
And exactly the same words.
Marianne remembered them verbatim. In fact, she remembered every single blasted thing Seb Rodier had ever said to her"from the first moment he'd seen her reading Chekhov on the steps of Amiens Cathedral.
A shadow fell across her page and the voice behind her continued. "Or Thomas Hardy? Now, he can be really depressing, but if you like that kind of thing."
Dear God, no.
Marianne's head whipped round to look directly up into a calmly smiling face. Older, more determined maybe ... read full excerpt from Crowned: An Ordinary Girl ebook
