Miss Redmond's Deception by Sandra Cox

Miss Redmond's Deception by Sandra Cox

Blurb: When Captain Richard Greyston encounters three figures in a graveyard, he takes them for a spectral visitation until he realizes it is two young ladies—in their nightgowns, no less—and their spinsterish companion. A spinster with slender limbs and an enchantingly velvety voice.
Pembra doesn’t care a whit for the captain’s opinion of her, even after circumstances force them into a sham betrothal. But when a gypsy warns her that his life hangs in the balance, she begins to realize that her heart is not so uninvolved as she might like to pretend.

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Excerpt: “Where’s everyone going?”  she muttered. Her curiosity aroused, Pembra slipped out the door behind her sisters, keeping the spectral white nightgowns in sight as she stayed in the shadows. Her heart gave a hard ka-thump at the nearby screech of an owl. Ignoring it, she kept going.  What are they up to? Pembra watched Sabrina follow Emma, who followed Betsy. The maid turned off the path into the small graveyard located behind the rectory. She forgot to watch Betsy as she stared in astonishment at Emma sinking behind a large tombstone, like a specter sinking into the grave, while Sabrina crept up behind her. Pembra tiptoed closer until she heard subdued voices. She braced her hands against the rough bark of an oak. Hidden, she leaned forward to hear.  “Emma what are you doing here?” Sabrina demanded.Emma clamped a hand over her own mouth, muffling her shriek. “What are you doing here?” she hissed back.“Following you.”“Gosh, you scared me.” Emma pulled Sabrina down beside her.“At the risk of being repetitive, what are you doing here?”“Following Betsy. You’ll never believe it, but she’s out there with Adolphus Webster.”  “The rector’s son?” Sabrina gasped in shock. “Surely you’re mistaken. That platter-faced prig wouldn’t have the nerve to meet anyone.” “Oh, no? Well just take a look at that. Meeting is hardly the word for what’s going on.” Emma giggled.“Oh my.” Sabrina clapped her hand over Emma’s eyes while peeking over the top of the tombstone.“Hey, move your hand.” Emma wiggled trying to dislodge her disobliging sister’s fingers.“You are much too young to witness such disreputable behavior,” her sibling scolded.“Yes, and you are so much more worldly,” Emma grumbled, as she pried away Sabrina’s fingers. “Well, I’m worldly enough to know if Pembra finds out about this, its curtains for Betsy,” Sabrina replied, indignant.The girls—so awake to the carnal pursuits under the maple tree—were paying not the least attention to their immediate surroundings.Pembra stepped out from her hiding place. “If Pembra finds out about what?” “Eeekk.” Both girls screeched and jumped up in fright.
BIO: Multi-published author Sandra Cox writes Crossover YA, YA Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Time Travel Romance and Metaphysical Nonfiction. She lives in sunny North Carolina with her husband, a brood of critters and an occasional foster cat. Although shopping is high on the list, her greatest pleasure is sitting on her porch, listening to the birds, sipping coffee and enjoying a good book. She's a vegetarian and has a yellow belt in Muay Thai.
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