The Jewels of Halstead Manor (Ladies of Devon #1)

by Kasey Stockton

Or, rather, continued the rather long and tedious journey that had begun eight months prior when her father took his final breath on Africa’s soil. Or any soil, for that matter. It was not entirely possible to take a breath anywhere when one was dead.

I can tell already that I'm going to enjoy this if only for the author's dark sense of humor.

Standing together, they appeared as if they could slay with a look. Alone they were beautiful, together appeared unstoppable.

“But I did have a home. Home does not have to be a particular building, Nick. What is that anyway but wood or stone? I had my home in another person, in my father’s heart. He may have been eccentric, but he was my home.”

I only wish I had not burnt every bridge when I chose to marry the love of Robert’s life. Perhaps then I could have taken Jules home.