Shey – Cos frankly I had to kick your butts into gear.
Shey- it is kind as you’re getting till you get back into line.
‘
‘Had her mind really whispered Lady Margaret this morning? James Flint Blackmoore. Pig. Pig. Complete. Absolute. Pig. Bastard. Now, that’s what she should have thought.’
Her gorge rose even though she had something on him now. A shipload in fact. Rescind the rules? In her dreams. His too. The bastard could take what he got and welcome.
Genoa 1820
Malmesbury would father the heir to the Beaumont dukedom. Count Vellagio wasn’t a contender. What she’d logged in her book about him this afternoon said it would be a huge mistake anyway. The same for the Duke of Southey—young, certainly, but a drunk with quiffed hair and filthy fingernails.
No, Malmesbury was the best. The only. Intelligent without being painful, fashionable yet not a dandy, and retaining enough of his looks at the age of fifty not to be outright repulsive.
Of course, it would have helped if Thomas could have fathered the Beaumont heir himself. But as he lay dead in a box in the cellar, that wasn’t likely.
“Gentlemen, you know as well as I do, this is an unusual evening.” Shivers ran up and down Lady Fury Shelton’s spine as she stood in the center of her darkened antechamber.
With its festooned corners and gold-scrolled furniture, the carmine-walled room was the best place for such an assignation, although the tiled floor and the cool clang of evening bells snaking in through the parted shutters made it chillier than usual. The candlelight glinting on the pale oval of Messalina’s face on the hanging above the bed, too. Earlier, the air had been hotter than a boiled lobster. She’d had to change twice in the space of an hour because she was too.
“Hear, hear.” Southey raised his crystal glass.
Where else, but to his obviously parched lips. A toast to her? Already it was obviously beyond his capability to sit down facing her as the other men were, with their drinks untouched on the tiny tables beside them, the epitome of good manners.
“My interviews are complete. Shortly, I will make my choice. Then, having done so, I will invite the said gentleman to this bedroom, where he will perform his duty as often as necessary.”
“All in one night. I say, that’s a tall order for a man. Isn’t it, chaps?”
For Southey, yes, it would be. Given the state in which he’d arrived at her door this afternoon, and what he’d sunk of her amaretto and limoncello in the meantime, it was a miracle he could still stand there against the marble fireplace. Never mind anything else.
But she wasn’t about to debate the subject. Maybe she was fit to snap the spine of the tooled leather book she was clutching–a pity it wasn’t his throat—the Moon could not look serener.
“I say, Fury, how the blazes are you going to tell right away?” Southey hiccupped. “Don’t them things take weeks and weeks to find out?”
“The one chosen will be here for weeks. Those not chosen,”—him in other words–“will leave within the hour. I think we may be clear that at any time in the future, should any one of you breathe a word to anyone about this, I will find out. I have sufficient information in this book here to ruin each and every one of you. Make no mistake, I will use it.”
“By God, Fury, you don’t need to talk like that about any of us, I’m sure,” Malmesbury, who had so far watched the proceedings with an amused smile, muttered. “You want to get one over on Thomas; I, for one, don’t blame you. We all saw him sneaking about with that Porto Antican tart when you first arrived.”
“Yes.” Who hadn’t?
“And do you think we’re unaware what his illness has done to him? The rages? The drinking? The way he keeps you here like a pet poodle?”
That too. Thomas wasn’t who she was getting one over on, but she couldn’t very well say so here.
She held in her hands every dirty little secret concerning these men. All documented in the yellow, dog-eared pages of her book. The leaves also contained letters, bills, testimonies, transactions. She kept it all beneath lock and key. So they obeyed her.
In fact, she kept dirty secrets on every member of the aristocracy she came into contact with, so she was safe for another hour, another day. She was hardly about to lose that balance of control by admitting this wasn’t about Thomas.
No. She could have paid a Porto Antican organ grinder to father her child and walked away, no questions asked. The one at the end of the harbor was handsome enough. But Lady Margaret would smell an organ grinder’s bastard at a hundred paces. Hadn’t the woman scented Fury?
Malmesbury shifted in his chair. “Where is he, by the way?”
“Who? Thomas? Thomas is visiting his father.”
No lie. Had any of these men facing her in the flickering candlelight known whether Thomas’s father lived or died, she’d never have chosen them.
“Even if he wasn’t, Thomas wants you to know me well. That is why he’s gone.” She hesitated. Thomas would spare her this next lie, although there was more than one grain of truth in it now. “Sadly, it is more than he can do himself these days. Now, I must ask you all to return to your chambers and wait. My mind is almost made up. Susan, here, will call in due course for the chosen one to return. And we’ll begin.”
“Dash it, that’s good to know.” Southey thumped his glass down on the marble mantelpiece.
In addition to his drinking, his casual mistreatment of the Murano goblet, while not worth an entry in her book, made him all the more unsuitable. What careless traits might a child inherit? Besides, his odor as he staggered past her made her stomach heave. It took every ounce of her self-control to remain where she was, inhaling the fragrance of the citrus-scented candle Susan had lit to disperse the gloom.
He paused and turned toward her. “All this cloak and dagger stuff is killing, you know.”
“Yes. Certainly for some.”
“What if you can’t … you know?”
“Oh, I’m sure I can.”
Malmesbury got to his feet. “I shall wait then, Fury.”
There was no doubt his palms itched to touch her, but she shrank from letting him. It didn’t bode well for later, but at least he didn’t smell. There wasn’t a single crease in his immaculate silver frock coat. And his shoe buckles not only shone, they sparkled. His valet must be remarkable, whoever he was.
Count Vellagio was silent as the crypt. Speaking limited English—and not much more Italian—he always was, unless it was absolutely necessary.
It was one mercy at least.
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“Oh, I will fetch the chosen one, will I?” Susan folded her arms across her ample bosom, the instant the door closed.
Fury managed two steps and sank down at her dressing table. “Just cover the bruises, will you? I can’t have them on show. It might affect the conception-–or at least it might affect their ability to perform. They see that and God knows what they’ll think. I know I would.” She tossed the book into the open drawer. “So?”
“Madam—”
“If I have to take a stick to your back, I will.”
“A stick? That’s fine talk, when I think of all I’ve done for you.”
“I know you mean well,” Fury wheedled, dabbing a little perfume on her wrists. “But I believe it’s important for a woman to look her best, regardless of the situation. So don’t argue. I honestly can’t take arguing tonight. I don’t know if I can take anything more.”
“Look your best? For a bunch of drunken old faggots. Sadistic old faggots. Do you know what I heard about Vellagio today?”
Fury picked up her powder puff. When it came to looking her best, she might as well make a start, if Susan wasn’t going to help. “Whatever it was, you shouldn’t have been listening.”
“It was at the market. How could I help it?”
“By covering your ears. Anyway, I thought you didn’t speak Italian?”
“He uses boys. Young boys. Whether they want to or not. He whips them too.”
For a moment Fury stared at the marbled surface of the table. If she could draw strength from its veins to hers, that would be nice. If she could draw strength from anything, in fact. But she was past that now. All she could do was choose one of these old faggots.
“Really? Well, I heard it was young girls. But whichever it is, while I know you mean well, you’re not in my situation. In fact, it’s hard to think of anyone who is. But if anyone was, I’m sure they’d do what I’m doing.”
“You think.”
“We both know it’s this or nothing. I can’t … I won’t be cast off without a penny. Not again. It was bad enough the first time. And anyway, it’s no more than Lady Margaret deserves.” Wincing, she swept the dark fall of hair back from her neck. “Now, please, a little powder—”
“A little powder?” Susan folder her arms tighter. “It will take more than a little powder to cover that mess this time.”
“Just think like Lady Macbeth, will you? And stop arguing. You’ve done it before.” Fury raised her head as a gust of wind blew in through the open shutters. “Anyway, the men aren’t all old. Or faggots.”
“Fine. Have it your own way.” Fury almost ceased breathing as Susan secured the shutters, then bustled across the floor. “You know you always do. Though I’m not thinking of Lady Margaret. Or of what she deserves, either. I’m thinking of you.”
“Then don’t. You know I don’t require it.”
“I’m thinking you should just tell that old toad where to stuff her money. You could find a protector here in Genoa. A woman like you.”
“A woman like me?” Fury met her green-eyed reflection in the not-yet-paid-for glass. “And what would that be, exactly?” Long ago she’d stopped wondering, buffeted by fortune’s changing winds. Forced to snatch what she could to survive. Always knowing one false foot-fall would bring her down. “Anyway, why would I want a protector? Thomas was that, at the start. Now look at me, without a penny to my name again. No. I’ve had my fill of protectors. I want to guarantee my future. The future of … Well …” Her eyes dulled in the glass. “You know as well as I do the things that are dear.”
“But madam, if you didn’t have the money to pay certain bills, my sister wouldn’t—”
“That’s what you say, when we all know money is the most important thing on the planet.” She dabbed a little rouge on her cheeks. “You know the dire nature of my predicament, what I must guarantee and why. That damned old bag hated me from the first. Don’t tell me she doesn’t lie awake at nights just thinking of new ways to torture and humiliate me. But poisoning Thomas’s father against me? Cajoling him on his death bed into insisting Thomas must provide an heir before succeeding to the dukedom? What kind of new low was that? One I would never stoop to. In fact, now I think about it, I don’t know anyone else who would. Well, it’s one blessing at least that Lady Margaret lives in England and I’m here. Even if, in other ways, that’s a torture to me.”
Susan sprinkled a dusting of powder onto the dressing table as if she were measuring the ingredients for a cake, and then wiped her hands down her apron. “Indeed I do, madam, I just think, in fact I know—”
Despite herself, Fury touched what glittered around her neck. The single midnight-blue pendant Thomas had given her two Christmases ago. The copy of it, rather. Because that, like this, was also burning necessity. Her Hatton Garden jewel-maker had served her well, though. Thomas had never once suspected a thing of her need for that kind of money, and how it ran to far more than blackmail.
“Before you say another word on the subject, Susan–-as I know you’re going to and you should know I don’t want to hear–-even this jewel here wouldn’t pay for what I need to guarantee for Storm. It’s like me. Fake.”
“Undervalued is what I’d say. What about blackmail, then? That book—”
“Blackmail is messy, which is why I’m locking the book away again.”
“It’s not my business, but when I think of all the years you’ve bribed dressmakers and housemaids and coachmen to get what’s in it …”
“Out of necessity only. Knowing that at any time, this could all tumble down. No. This is the best way. Besides, think how good it will feel, finally outfoxing Lady Margaret. She insists on an heir. She gets one. Do you really think I’m going to care if the old bat coos over some child that’s not Thomas’s? When that’s going to be the very best feeling in the world? Well?”
“You might not say that in nine months time.”
“I can’t think of a reason why not.”
“So, who are you considering, madam? Southey? He’s certainly the youngest.”
“Well, now I can’t possibly lower myself to having Vellagio, I’m thinking Malmesbury, actually.”
“Malmesbury?” Susan’s fingers didn’t falter, but Fury sensed her start of surprise. Not in admiration of her sense of judgment either.
“Oh, I do admit that Southey would probably be less trouble and far more malleable. But Malmesbury’s hardly one-legged and toothless. I’m sure he knows how to treat a woman properly. Besides, so long as he’s—not like Thomas—what does it matter?”
Truth to tell, if anyone could understand her predicament, Thomas would have. For her sake, he’d tried ensuring an heir. But these last six months, as what pressed on his brain swelled, well … she certainly didn’t want any man treating her like Thomas had.
“That would be hard, madam, given the things His Grace did to you.”
“Well, we must remember, he wasn’t always like that. No. I think I’ve decided, Malmesbury, and I … Well, I think I should just go along there and get it over with. The sooner the better, don’t you think?” She smoothed a smoky curl into place on her forehead. “Besides, my reckoning is, he positively expects it.”
“What? Malmesbury? That old–”
“Oh, yes.” She reached toward the open trinket chest. “Now, what do you think? Sapphire earrings or plain gold?”
“I don’t see either matters, since they’re not going to be on very long.”
“Just the same.” She fastened on the sapphire drops. “You obviously didn’t see the way he stared there just now. I very much doubt he can contain himself.”
“The old goat.”
“Well. Who knows? If he’s a randy one, it might even be rather fun.” She marveled at herself for laughing when shadows ringed her eyes. But there, so long as she got through this, what did it matter?
Susan’s hand rested on her shoulder. “Then I’ll get him for you, madam, if this is truly your choice.”
“No.” Fun or not—and she thought not—the notion of admitting him here, to the bed she’d shared with Thomas, didn’t seem quite right somehow, even if she did manage to conceive the Beaumont heir. “I—I’ll do it. I need to calm my nerves. What bedroom is he in again? I confess I’ve forgotten.”
“The Blue Chamber.”
“Well then, think of England, as they say. Wish me luck. And remember to lock the drawer. However I choose to use it, that book is still the world to me. We must see it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”
She rose, smoothed her dress—indigo silk, a perfect match for her hair and eyes– and took the candlestick.
If she did this, she forfeited forever her claim to be a respectable woman. Who was going to know though? Apart from herself, Susan and Malmesbury. That old coot would marry her in a second, if she gave the word. It was all the more reason to choose him. So why worry when the only thing that could possibly stand in her way was herself?
If she didn’t execute this task, then she faced being in the same position as she had been in seven years ago. It was fine at eighteen. But now, she needed to secure some things. Once she had, think of how free she’d be of men and all their machinations. For the first time ever. Women, too.
The Blue Chamber stood at the far end of the landing near the stairs, and she padded there noiselessly in the arc of the flickering candle, past the disapproving busts of the villa-owner Signor Santa-Rosa’s ancestors and the draped apertures, which she sometimes imagined hid more secrets than she did.
Malmesbury would be surprised to see her. Irresistibly dressed, jeweled, perfumed in a floating cloud of jasmine, and, hopefully, willing—as much as she could make herself, anyway. Who would know that beneath the rustling indigo silk, the heady, intoxicating jasmine she had bathed in earlier, she was like a skittish colt, ready to bolt? Was this how Marie Antoinette felt going to her execution? The queen’s deeds were certainly questionable. But her courage now? That was to be admired.
Besides, surprise could sometimes be the best method of attack. A man was, after all, a man. And, as she’d said to Susan, it might even be rather fun. If it wasn’t, well, in addition to swiftly retiring to her own bedroom, bolting the door and lying with cool lavender scented cloths on her forehead, there was her book, wasn’t there?
If he put a hand on her that was less than seemly, what she’d say to him on the subject of his murkier dealings would certainly ensure it would be fun the next time, if not before. Oh, this was going to be just fine.
Drawing a breath to quell her hammering heart, she raised her hand to tap on the door.
“Hello, sweetheart.” A low, American Southern voice drawled. Not from the other side of the door where she expected to hear something, but almost in her ear.
“Imagine seeing you here.”
Genoa 1820
Rule One: There will be no kissing. Rule two: You will be fully clothed at all times…
Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart.
Ex-privateer Flint Blackmoore has never been good at following the rules. Now, once again embroiled in a situation with the aptly named Lady Fury, he has no idea why he doesn’t simply do the wise thing and walk away. He knows he’s playing with fire, and that getting involved with her again is more dangerous than anything on the high seas. But he can’t understand why she’s so determined to hate him. He isn’t sure if the secret she keeps will make things harder—or easier—for him, but as the battle in the bedroom heats up, he knows at least one thing. Those silly rules of hers will have to go…
Good luck on Valentine’s day, dear Shey. Lady Furry is bound to be a hit 🙂 ❤
Happy Valentine’s Day yourself Ralpha with your lovely lady, when it comes x
Wow! You sure are back! This is a fantastic read – off to see if I can get a copy 🙂
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Great opening. Good luck with the launch.
Thank you Cath. I had to put the paperback out now before it all cos of the biz of that existing paperback on US amazon. I hold all the rights but there can still be probs and hold ups if a paperback is still floating about. And I didn’t want to say 14th of Feb for the paperback IF it ended up being another month down the line. Also I though time to broadside that person who has it on at that price
Lady Fury is back in all her gorgeous ass-kicking glory! An unforgettable Valentine and a beguiling opening. Congratulations, Shey. I wish you and Fury super success. xxxxx
Kate xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I’ve dropped all pretence of making her sympathetic to a reader…. AND cut the first chapter where I always wanted it cut. Also writing styles change. So I used more dialogue xxxxxx
Saving the sassiest till last – great to see Lady Fury back and I love that new cover!
Lol I did save her till last, although she has flounced and nipped my head from day one. The cover was the real reason. The original is the only cover on any of my books I have ever liked. BUT even if I had been able to get my mitts on the actual image—I don’t think Amber Shah is around any more and I sure wasn’t approaching a certain lot — I felt the time had come for something new and more focussed. It took a while I tell you. I got cross eyed looking. BUT I do feel she likes her new self. xxx
Lady Furry! 😅🤣 I mean, Lady Fury, has her hands full it seems. As always! Best of luck!
Yeah the dudes interviewed them on a pirate themed week once and they kept calling her Lady Furry. They took quite a notion though I don’t know that the feeling was exactly mutual. But Captain Flint was very nice with them although he did steal a few. x
That was fabulous! I loved every word. I must say, Shey, you are really good at setting up a story! Flint sounds sexy and exciting. I want to do a VIA bit on my writing blog, but I’m just making sure about the paperback price. 1 New from $982.58?
That’s one expensive book! However, you may have good reason for this pirate’s ransom! xxooxxoo
NO I am fizzuing with Amazon. THAT paperback is an old one that is what I was saying in the blog. THIS is the right price and one https://amzn.to/2DLfmDH I am away now to complain to amazon who linked this today. Either that or the shits selling it at this at price did., Believe me I would never be so greedy and this is a revised version this new one. More Moore’s book now! Love you Resa, this is amazing of you. Flint is rather sumexy. Rather dangerous .. The dudes loved him . He was nice with them xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ahh, okay! Whew! I had a feeling those were faulty links.
However, I was in advertising for years before film and television and nothing would surprise me. Something … like being the most expensive contemporary paperback…. EVER, could go viral! Then everyone buys the Ebook.
As you know, I hate Amazon, and am boycotting them, personally.
Nonetheless, your writing style is renegade, makes sense and is very alluring.
Will post tomorrow on Queen’s end w/ the new link you sent me! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
I just messaged them nicely on help asking them to remove that link from my product page and link the right one. Now it could simply be that my book only went up last night. BUT that other edition was not linked earlier and it now is, so enough. Still . I am aye polite in dealing with them cos that is generally the way to get things sorted I have noticed! Folks were already saying to me on facebook. exactly what you said!! Lol.. Let me email you my darling xxx
That was fabulous! I loved every word. I must say, Shey, you are really good at setting up a story! Flint sounds sexy and exciting. I want to do a VIA bit on my writing blog, but I’m just making sure about the paperback price. 1 New from $982.58? 1 New from £290.00?
That’s one expensive book! However, you may have good reason for this pirate’s ransom! xxooxxoo
Firstly Shey I am loving the covers to your Black Wolf releases. They are stunning and so thematically related. Every new cover is another star in your brand. Taking these 3 covers one after the other they simply scream Shehanne Moore- Blistering, so damn sexy… sorry smexy. Loved reading the except. Every one of your novels offers a new adventure not only simply in terms of story but narrative style. This had me buzzing with curiosity and on the edge of my seat. Brilliant. Pxx
Paul, as ever your words mean so much. Thank you. I was just …er…setting up the premise here… somewhat… I always loved these old films where the heroine had a secret… But is marching on. \and you kinda know that while that secret is not central to the story at all, it will be back to haunt her . In this case I guess it is both the hubby in the box in the cellar and Flint…. xxxxxxx
Apologies, Ms S. I spotted your post yesterday morn. Having taken the view that I would read its entirety later in the day I had not anticipated putting my back out of kilter in a tragically hopeless manner. Still, here I am enjoying your rather fine words. Best Wishes, The Old Fool
Mike you need to stop putting your back out. Asking no question here getting no lies told. Seriously hi hope you are ok. Should you and your fine lady ever decamp to Scotland we want you on your feet!! I have had torture with my net collapsing when I have a row of posts up there in my browser, my reader not loading, so PULEASE don’t worry. AND thank you for the rt xxxxxxxxxx
I have done better than just a mere retweet Ms S. I could not fail but to observe Svetlana on the front cover and thus was compelled to purchase the paperback…plus of course the ‘blurb’ rather tickled my fancy. The back is a wretched curse I’ve had ever since, years ago, when I lost a fight with a reluctant safety belt. I can stand and sit presently. Nought else. My dear wife, in nursing mode has assisted, yet not unlike the day she took the scissors to my ponytail when I wasn’t looking, and akin to the day of the incident with the hairdryer she has been at her cruellest best. You see she thought it a hoot when dressing me…I cannot even access the drawer with my socks in let alone put them on…to get me half dressed then to announce she was off down town for a coffee…laughing all the way, no doubt! Since her departure I have managed to fight my way into some tracksuit bottoms best suited for the gym and an item I would not wish to be seen dead in. Such is life.
MIKE!!! Firstly THANK YOU. The last cover the face was cut off. Even I couldn’t imagine what she looked like, the poor girl. But I rather see this…wait for it… on Period Images which is where I got her, she is called… Angelique, as Fury. She has that fathomless smexy stare. I see you have picked out Svetlana in her. I apologise now for the …hot ..moments. But you have a bad back so you might not be chasing Shirl round the table. Seriously thank you. You know I am never less than awed by your writing. I love it. There is very little worse than a sore back. I damaged a vertebrae in mine many years ago. A lifetime ago actually BUT like that it can still one wrong turn for it to go and it is nothing short of murder. A few years back I was getting a box of wooden bits out the shed for the fire. Old bookcases we actually broke up and brought here to burn and I braced the way I do every time I lift anything cos I thought the box would be heavy, but it was light as anything and I got such a surprise that I froze. Well, I all but had to crawl into the house. The Mr went down to clear up the wood which had gone everywhere and he said that box was light as a feather, how could this happen? Well I don’t know about you but that is what I find. And yep it’s the things you can’t then do…like needing a crane to get out of a chair, or trying to get your shoes on. Hellish. An nowt you can do except wait .
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Shey and the dudes share Chapter One of The Unraveling of Lady Fury. It’s a damn good one.
Congratulations to you Shey and the dudes for this is a marvelous start to the novel. xxx
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I couldn’t agree more. Making people laugh is a gift we don’t always appreciate. You can make someone cry in seconds. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Enjoy your Sunday x
Ohhhhh very enticing! Lady Fury is busy 😉 And so is Shey! Wishing you all the best with books and beyond, dear friend xx
She is busy. probably tossing her head and being very difficult. Wishing you the very best too my friend xxxxxxxxx
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wishing you warm success 🙂
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Captivating over! A fine and enjoyable read! All my best regards to you xo
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I must read your books one day! I will do my best in the future when I start my career. Is it okay that I’ll be a primary teacher?
Awwww. Firstly that is a wonderful profession. You hold so many futures in your hands and are the finger on the pulse of society in so many ways and deserve to be valued in every way. The very best of luck to you I am sure you will be wonderful. Secondly it is more than kind of you to say what you have. Truly. I value you coming by my blog whatever xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
XXX 🙂 Thanks, I love any encouragement I get on becoming a teacher. It’s not easy but the encouragement reminds me that it’s meaningful work.
It is very undervalued. But I mean every word I say. You will inspire hearts and minds. So keep in there. xxxxxxxxxxxx
LOOOOOVE this. The tension, the cold calculation–excellent pacing, too. You’re a master, you are, Sweet Lady Shey xxxxxxxxxxx
Jean…..I just tore the check out the dudes’ mouths and got it right in the post as we agreed. Sure to help with your er… fridge, freezer. Oh…and the basement seeing as you were lavish beyond the call of duty. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Aaaaaaaaaah, too kind, m’Lady, too kind xxxxxxxx
We writed it. Nut Shey.
The dudesssss
U didd gud.
Seriously Jean, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx you xxxxxxx These words mean a lot
Every word given, deserved. For you are awesome. x
Jeez. If only. BUT the ‘duds’ are gld you thought they did gud…. xxxxxxxx
Lady Fury is back, and she has a new beautiful gown. Congratulations, Shehanne! Black Wolf rocks! xxxx
This time round she has a face too. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Inese, thank you, thank you xxxxxx
True! 🙂 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
And I can quite see her keeping Flint in about with that cool look. (Trying to anyway.x)
Bonjour ou bonsoir mon amie SHEHANNE
La mélodie du cœur
Celle que l’on entend qu’une fois et qui nous transporte si loin
Au delà des nuages et au delà des paysages
La mélodie du cœur ne s’invente pas elle s’écoute
Elle est si belle
La mélodie du cœur
Elle nous transporte, fait pousser des ailes d’anges dans le dos
Qu’elle te transporte au paradis là ou tout est éternel
Que ce weekend à venir soit une explosion de bonheur avec tes proches
Bonne journée ou belle soirée
gros bisous
Bernard
Beautiful. Beautiful, my friend xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Toll >>🙂🙂🙂
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx And keep blogging my friend xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I mean that xxx
My biggest pleasure in this nutty writing world has been the people from all over I have met so thank you for following and being out there xxxxxx
Bonjour ou bonsoir mon amie SHEHANNE
Je regarde le ciel et je pense tout en m’évadant
Et je m’envole dans le plus grand silence
Voir un monde meilleur sans guerre ou tout le monde se donne la main
Voir toutes les personnes du monde ce sourire, sans aucun ne soit être déçu
Des jours à ma fenêtre
Je regarde les enfants courir,sauter,s’amuser
sans que la maladie viennent les toucher
Je regarde aussi les couples
Ou l’amour de deux personnes sans qu’elles soient jugées
ne peuvent se mentir
Aimer toujours aimer quoi de plus beau
Sans le dire on peux le démontrer par la parole ,par un cadeau autres
Sur ces mots
Je passe te souhaiter une bonne journée ou fin de soirée
Gros bisous
Bernard
Gros bisous Bernard et merci xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
OMG this is just fantastic, can’t wait to read more xx
OOH Dawn xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx You sparkling lady you. Fury is. er.. what I might describe as a handful and hand it out heroine. And the best bit about having my rights back? I was able to make her even more so. xxxxxx
Isn’t it great to have the freedom of artistic license to do what you want. I’m going to stay that way with my music, once I really get going on it all xxxx
It abso is. Many years back having an offer from a well known rom publisher, I thought actually my biggest fear was not rejection it was acceptance for something I could not possibly write. So then I sold this book instead to another publisher . Even then it was shocking that the hero THREATONED to make the heroine walk the plank in the back story ….so I had to say he did not really mean it. Now I can say not only did he but he was lucky to be alive after she took that plank off his head kind of thing. I have never been good at constraint. I see you are the same xxxxxxxx
Awesome, you are a good story teller, enjoyed that
Denise, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx So very kind of you. Truly. You have now made my night xxxxxxx
Nice images and journey!
I was looking for images that would give me the villa Santa Rosa…. Seriously xxxxxxxxxx that is very kind of you to say you liked them. It was, one way or another, quite a carry on to get these books back out there.