For
as long as she can remember, Bethany Swafford has loved reading books. That
love of words extended to writing as she grew older and when it became more
difficult to find a ‘clean’ book, she determined to write her own. Among her
favorite authors is Jane Austen, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Georgette Heyer.
When
she doesn’t have pen to paper (or fingertips to laptop keyboard), she can
generally be found with a book in hand. In her spare time, Bethany reviews
books for a book site called More Than A Review.
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Twenty year old Diana Forester, a country bred young woman fears that her inexperience and uncertainties has driven Mr. John Richfield away. On arriving back home from London, she learns that he is already there, ready to continue their acquaintance. If Diana thought that it was difficult in London, courting takes on a whole new aspect when Diana's younger siblings become involved. She finds herself dealing with her own feelings, her sister, her younger brother, jealous members of a house party, a jilted suitor, and a highwayman as she falls in love with the charming Mr. Richfield.
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“I thought you’d never get here!”
Sarah said, ignoring my question completely as she spun to face me. I frowned
at her as I put my outside garments away. She seemed highly agitated, a state
which I had seldom seen her in. “Diana, I must speak with you!”
“About what?” I asked calmly.
Sarah took up pacing, and for a
moment I believed she wasn’t going to continue with whatever she wanted to say.
“You must listen to me for once in your life!” she finally said, as
though I had been disagreeable.
Sinking onto our bed, I tried to
hide a smile. “Then come out and tell me what has you in such a state.”
“I think Mr. Richfield is the
highwayman!”
My smile faded instantly as I stared
at her. How had she come up with this ridiculous idea? “You what?” I asked in
astonishment.
“There, I’ve said it!” Sarah
collapsed into the chair at the dressing table. “I’ve considered the matter
carefully, Diana, and as your sister, I could not let you become attached to
such a black-hearted criminal!”
I couldn’t help but laugh in
response to that absurd notion. “Blackhearted criminal? You cannot be serious,
Sarah. I have never heard anything so outlandish. Have you been reading my
novels?”
“Diana, I am being completely
serious! Stop laughing!”
“How can I take you seriously when
everything you say is utter nonsense? Why would you possibly think Mr.
Richfield, a true gentleman if I’ve ever met one, is a common criminal?”
Sarah leaned forward, her eyes wide.
“Don’t you remember what Aunt Forester said at dinner yesterday?” she asked,
lowering her voice for some reason. She acted like she was about to disclose
some deep secret to me, and I found myself leaning closer. “About the
highwayman being around the Bath area?”
Thinking back, I did in fact
remember the conversation and our aunt’s comment. “Yes, of course I remember.
What about it?”
“Mr. Richfield was there!”
I failed to follow her line of
reasoning. “I’m sure a great many people were in Bath at the same time, Sarah.
Aunt and Uncle Forester, for example, were there for two months, I believe.”
Shaking her head, Sarah groaned.
“Don’t be obtuse, Diana! You have to see the connection here. Mr. Richfield was
in Bath when a highwayman terrorized innocent people. And now, he’s here, where
a highwayman has mysteriously appeared to threaten our peaceful home!”
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Mysterious and elusive,
Lady Chrysania of Bloodstein calls from the ruins of her castle. She dwells in
the dark, hiding her face, ravaged by an ancient curse. The only way to break
the curse is to win a game called Perlamum. If she loses, she dies. She looks
to her Vith kin in the west, begging for help acquiring the all-important
pieces she needs to play the game. 
