![]() ![]() Elizabeth had been fading away before Alexandra and her younger sisters' eyes for months. She hadn't cried, not even once, not even when her father had told her that her mother had a terrible and fatal disease. ![]() ![]() "I am here, Mother," she whispered back.Īnd then, because Elizabeth Bolton was dying and would not last another night, because she had wasted away from the cancer eating at her, because she was so frail and weak now that she could barely see, much less hear, Alexandra hurried forward. The room's single armchair was a dark, intense red. The bureau was a dark, rich mahogany, as was the bed, and the bedding was wine and gold. Gold-and-burgundy wallpaper adorned the walls, and dark draperies were closed over the bedroom's two windows. "Alex.andra?" her mother whispered from the bed. There was so much light, and Alexandra hesitated, confused. If she isn’t on the back of a reining horse, she can be found madly at work in her office, penning her latest romance novel. She lives on a ranch in Arizona with her dogs, broodmares and the year’s current crop of foals. ![]() Brenda Joyce is a New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 novels and novellas, including the popular and critically acclaimed de Warenne Dynasty Saga, a series of novels set in Regency and Victorian England. ![]()
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