Again The Magic
Chapter One
Hampshire, 1832
A stable boy wasn't supposed to speak to an earl's
daughter, much less climb up to her bedroom window. God knew what would happen to him if he was caught. He would probably be whipped before being booted off the estate.
McKenna climbed up a support column, curled his long fingers around the ironwork of the second-floor balcony, and hung suspended for a moment before swinging his legs up with a grunt of effort. Catching the edge of the balcony with one heel, he pulled himself onto the balcony and eased over the railing.
He crouched in front of the French doors and cupped
his hands on either side of his eyes as he peered into the
bedroom, where a single lamp was burning. A girl
stood before the dressing table, pulling a brush through her long dark hair. The sight filled ... read full excerpt from Again The Magic ebook