After the death of her beloved guardian, Miss Felicity Fields is left adrift, her future uncertain. Grief-stricken, she launches a plan to use the ancient art of alchemy to bring back to life the woman who was like a mother to her. The last thing this blunt bluestocking needs is the return of Nicholas Harding, the Duke of Wycliffe and rightful owner of her home on the wild coast of Cornwall. He stirs an unexpected passion within her, and Felicity has had enough change in her life.
When they were children, Nicholas never understood his aunt's brilliant but unemotional ward, or her many strange scientific studies. He ought to take her back to London, so she can make a proper society match--except he can't stop thinking about her. But with the line between life and death blurred by Felicity's experiments, can he convince her that she's no longer alone, and her proper place is by his side?
How dare he!
For a minute, Felicity stood there, glaring daggers at Nicholas’s retreating back. How dare he, she thought again, and again, as she had so many times before when dealing with him. He made her want to shake her fist, stomp her foot, and spit on him. Perhaps she’d do all three, with him here now.
Which no one had told her to anticipate.
If she’d had time to prepare, she could have had a strategy. Now she was caught at a disadvantage. Why hadn’t anyone informed her? After so many years living at Tetbery, the servants knew she didn’t cope well with the unexpected.
And now, she had too much at stake—if Nicholas learned about the true nature of her experiments, he’d stop her from bringing back Margaret.
Gathering her skirts in one hand, Felicity broke into a jog. The wind smacked against her cheeks, the harshness somehow fitting. The morning had started out sunny, but despite the clearness of the sky, the sun simply wasn’t strong enough to abate the chill.
All the sun did was make Nicholas look like golden god.
Fitting, too, that even the weather was against her.
“Curb her wild ways,” he’d said, as if he was the one to do that.
When they’d been children, she’d always been the one to point out possible dangers. He’d never listened. Not when she’d given him directions in her laboratory, and not when he’d sprained his ankle jumping off the manor’s second story balcony to get away from her lecture on the pollination processes of honey bees.
Served him right, really. Honey bees were fascinating creatures, and he should have been thanking her for enlightening him, not running away.
For a minute, Felicity stood there, glaring daggers at Nicholas’s retreating back. How dare he, she thought again, and again, as she had so many times before when dealing with him. He made her want to shake her fist, stomp her foot, and spit on him. Perhaps she’d do all three, with him here now.
Which no one had told her to anticipate.
If she’d had time to prepare, she could have had a strategy. Now she was caught at a disadvantage. Why hadn’t anyone informed her? After so many years living at Tetbery, the servants knew she didn’t cope well with the unexpected.
And now, she had too much at stake—if Nicholas learned about the true nature of her experiments, he’d stop her from bringing back Margaret.
Gathering her skirts in one hand, Felicity broke into a jog. The wind smacked against her cheeks, the harshness somehow fitting. The morning had started out sunny, but despite the clearness of the sky, the sun simply wasn’t strong enough to abate the chill.
All the sun did was make Nicholas look like golden god.
Fitting, too, that even the weather was against her.
“Curb her wild ways,” he’d said, as if he was the one to do that.
When they’d been children, she’d always been the one to point out possible dangers. He’d never listened. Not when she’d given him directions in her laboratory, and not when he’d sprained his ankle jumping off the manor’s second story balcony to get away from her lecture on the pollination processes of honey bees.
Served him right, really. Honey bees were fascinating creatures, and he should have been thanking her for enlightening him, not running away.
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