The Perils of Pursuing a Prince
One
Llanmair
Wales, 1820
For some inexplicable reason, the first thing that occurred to Greer Fairchild
when three men -- robbers, for all she knew -- stopped the coach in which she
and Mr. Percy were traveling was that the death of Mrs. Smithington, to whom
Greer was a traveling companion, was not only tragic, but extremely
inconvenient.
They had almost reached the foreboding Llanmair, having lumbered up a rutted
road for the better part of an afternoon, yet the day's gloomy light had not
faded so much that Greer couldn't distinguish the ancient gray castle from the
crag on which it sat, rising high above the woods and mountains that
surrounded it.
It was an imposing structure, four stories high, built with gray stone, and
anchored by four turrets in each corner. They were so close to the castle!
They were so close to ending Greer's ordeal, and now this!
"Stay here," Mr. Percy said, looking quite grim when the coach rattled and
groaned to a halt at the approach of the three riders. "I shall ... read full excerpt from Desperate Debutantes: The Perils of Pursuing a Prince ebook