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Author: Ashtyn Newbold
Product Description: Lucy Abbot longs to return to the country estate where she spent the best days of her childhood with her cousins and their charming neighbor Nicholas. Her protective parents, however, have other plans for her. When she finally dares to escape, her carriage is besieged by highwaymen with a familiar man leading them. Could this mysterious outlaw be exactly the person Lucy has been searching for?
About Author: Ashtyn Newbold was introduced to the Regency period early on, and the writing soon followed. Fascinated by the society, scenery, and chivalry, she wrote her first novel, Mischief and Manors, receiving a publishing offer before high school graduation. Ashtyn is currently attending college with plans to obtain a degree that will help her improve in writing and creativity. In her spare time, she enjoys baking, singing, spoiling her dog, spending time with friends and family, and dreaming of the day she’ll travel to England.
Author Residence: Lehi, UT
Excerpt: The woman’s words didn’t seem to reach my ears. My eyes were set across the room, where a man was sitting on a four-legged stool with his arms crossed, deep-set eyes surveying the sparse crowd. I made a sound—half gasp, half screech—and turned away from him so quickly the innkeeper’s wife jumped back a step. I put a hand on my head, scrambling for my hat on the counter. Pushing it low over my eyes, I ducked down, tucking the last of my curls under the brim of the hat. “‘Ave’ye seen a ghost?” The woman looked over my shoulder in confusion, eyes wide. My face and heart were on fire. I closed my eyes and opened them again, darting my gaze between the woman in front of me and the door. How quickly could I leave? Five seconds, perhaps three? It was just in my imagination, I tried to tell myself. But then I sneaked another look over my shoulder. Nicholas Bancroft. Sitting by the fire, rubbing his hands together. It was a dream. No, it was an unpleasant, disastrous dream. My heart was racing. It was him, without a doubt. Peering out from beneath the brim of my hat, I studied his appearance in brief glances. He was turned slightly away from me, face illuminated by the dying flames. No. No, no, no.
Pages: 256
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