Surrender Becomes Her
Chapter One
Devon, England
Spring, 1808
"That woman!" Marcus Sherbrook snarled in tones of
ill-concealed temper as he paced the library of Sherbrook
Hall.
His mother looked up from her embroidery, a faint smile
on her lips. "I presume you are speaking of Isabel Manning?"
At his curt nod, she asked, "And what has poor Isabel
done now to put you in such a taking?"
Stopping his perambulations before one of the long windows
of the library, he stared out at the impeccable expanse
of grounds, garden, and wooded area. April was a lovely
month in England and this April was proving to be no different.
The roses were budded, some blooming; pansies in a
bright array of purple, yellow, blue, and white turned their
sweet faces up to the sun; and in the distance he could see the
white and pink clouds of blossoms that ringed the apple trees
in the orchard.
It was a tranquil view, a view worthy of a wealthy gentleman's
estate, the carefully planned garden and woodland
rolling out serenely to meet the undulating Devon hills green
with spring grass. Normally he took pride and sa ... read full excerpt from: Surrender Becomes Her ebook
