A Regency Christmas
Scarlet Ribbons\Christmas Promise\A Little Christmas
British Hospital at Salamanca, Spain— September 1, 1812
"I'll not be going, Harlowe, and that's the end of it," Alexander Napier declared. He ignored the English lieutenant and concentrated on the exercises he performed almost hourly. "Ouch! Damn!" Again, he stretched, teeth gritted, eyes clenched.
"Will you cease that self-torture for a moment and listen to me?" Michael Harlowe demanded.
Alex stopped what he was doing, glanced up at the lad and frowned a warning. "You're a trifle loud at the mouth for such a banty-rooster. I'd advise you to grow another foot before you take on someone my size."
Michael shifted on his narrow cot as if giving up. Alex knew better. Nothing intimidated the lieutenant, even a captain almost twice his size and weight and with six years more experience. Now would come reason since barking demands hadn't worked. The wee fellow was nothing if not predictable. They had been round and round on this topic for days now as time drew near for them to ship home from the primitive hospital at Salamanca. He never let up. H ... read full excerpt from: A Regency Christmas ebook
