On The Wings Of Love
The champagne had gone flat. Alexandra Bromley took a sip, grimaced and sighed. She dreaded these lavish summer parties her parents gave for their wealthy friends. She hated the pretense, the show, the banality of small talk. And she resented that she had to be here when she'd rather be galloping her horse along the beach or sneaking out to test the speed limits of her father's new Pierce-Arrow on Glen Cove Road.As she stood on the terrace, her face fixed in a rigid smile, she felt the appraising eyes of people who passed. Alex squirmed inwardly, even though she was long accustomed to stares. She was tall to the point of stateliness. Her face, framed by clouds of gold-brown hair, was the sort that could have graced one of Charles Dana Gibson's famous magazine covers. But she had one glaring flaw. Hours of walking on the beach and riding in the sun without a hat had burnished her skin to a most unfashionable brown. She was as tawny as the Indians whose lodges had stood here on the north shore of Long Island before Europeans came.
After soaking her in lemons to no avail, Alex's mother had come up with a gown calculated to hide the defect. It was of ruffled lavender ... read full excerpt from On the Wings of Love ebook
