Inheritance (The Lost Bride Trilogy, #1)

by Nora Roberts

“I shouldn’t say this, but I’m going to. He won’t last here. He’s talented, and he’s savvy, but he’s shown himself to be dishonest, petty, and damn it, vindictive. He won’t last with us.”

Sonya understood the full meaning of poignant. It hurt, and it warmed, it brushed the dust off old sorrows even as it lifted new joy.

She stepped inside, and attributed the sudden buzz in her ears, the quick shiver of energy to excitement.

My father, the younger of twins by seven minutes, inherited the manor and his brother’s share of the Poole family business when, in the autumn of 1806, my uncle died by his own hand soon after the tragic death—by murder—of his bride of only hours.

“Sadie, Collin, and I went to school together.” “I tried them both out. No spark. Turned out I like girls.”

I love her

Again and again, over and over, year by year, and bride by bride. Find the seven rings. Break the curse.

Friend of my mother’s daughter’s who makes them.”

Sister then?

As she went to hang up her coat, Taylor Swift’s “Lover”

the last great American dynasty would fit better, no?

He didn’t break your heart, Son. He broke your trust and insulted you, and that’s way, way different.

twenty after four.

☘️

From the tablet in the kitchen, Taylor Swift sang “The Best Day.”

💛

“Mom told me what she had with Dad was magic.” Cleo glanced back. “And you want that?” “Yeah. Don’t you?” “Damn right I do. I think everybody in the world wants that, and the lucky make it. Because you don’t find magic, Son, you make it.”

“Light always wins. Sometimes it takes way too long, but it always wins.”