Edenbrooke and Heir to Edenbrooke Collector's Edition

Edenbrooke and Heir to Edenbrooke Collector's Edition

by Julianne Donaldson

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781629723310
Publisher: Shadow Mountain Publishing
Publication date: 10/31/2017
Series: Proper Romance Regency Series
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 123,997
Product dimensions: 6.20(w) x 9.20(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 15 - 18 Years

About the Author

Julianne Donaldson is the bestselling author of Edenbrooke and Blackmoore. Her degree in English has fueled her desire to write. She and her husband live in Utah with their four children, but she takes every opportunity she can to travel the English countryside.

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Heir to Edenbrooke
SPAIN 1811

"Major Wyndham?"

I looked up from the map spread across the table. We had just finished debriefing and were in the middle of strategizing the next day's campaign. I rubbed the back of my neck, sore from bending over the map, and felt the tiredness in my feet as I shifted my weight to turn to the sound of the voice. A soldier stood at the door of the tent and raised his hand in a sharpsalute.

"A letter, sir," he said, holding it out in one gloved hand.

I took a brief moment to assure myself that it was, indeed, my mother's handwriting. Relief trumpeted within me-alive and well! She is alive and well-a soldier's response when too much time elapses between letters. I reluctantly slipped the letter into the pocket of my coat rather than tearing it open on the spot as I wanted to. A soldier, even an officer, makes dozens of sacrifices every day. Some of them I was hardly aware of anymore. But I was very aware of this sacrifice.

"Letter from home?" Major Colton asked, watching my hand hover over the pocket holding this unexpected treasure.

I nodded, then put the matter out of my mind entirely, like shutting the door on a long-awaited dawn. Our own literal dawn would come soon enough, and we had to have a strategy in place. I turned my attention to the map before me, and candles flickered as a hot breeze blew through the tent, doing nothing to alleviate the sweat that had been rolling down my back all day. Spain had its beauties, but a temperate climate at the end of summer was not one of them.

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