SOMETIMES, LOVE ISN'T HARD TO FIND. YOU JUST NEED TO LOOK IN THE LAST PLACE YOU HAD IT.
Retired from the Army after twenty years of service, Major Thankful Russell's whole life till now has been made up of war and intelligence. And now in peacetime, he suspects no more war and, on current showing, precious little intelligence.
The idea of spending Christmas surrounded by drunkenness and debauchery at His Majesty's court is more than he can bear - and so he begs leave, to spend a quiet family Christmas at home.
The problem is, he doesn't have a family. And nor, with his scarred face and his shyness, does he ever expect to have one.
But when an accident of fate returns him to the only place he's ever called home, it's down to his old commanding officer's daughter to teach him that not everyone sets so high a value on the outer wrapping of the most precious gift of all....
|Publisher:||M. J. Logue|
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About the Author
I'm a half-trained archivist, retired tarot reader, and I write about the 17th century. I have five cats, one of whom has a reproachful look and a habit of flatulence. I have two series of books. I have one set during the Civil Wars, which is funny and sweary and violent and dark, and involves one benighted Parliamentarian commander and a company of cavalry who can pretty much be guaranteed to get into trouble. Although if you're thinking the Three Musketeers, don't. Rosie - he's a redhead - Babbitt is a cantankerous Lancashire Puritan with a dark past who turned respectable in his middle years. He's a husband, a father, a soldier and a Leveller, and he doesn't mess about. If getting hard and heavy with my troop of Ironsides doesn't apply, you need to consider the other series involving Hollie's mad Puritan lieutenant. It’s just as funny, just as bloody, and rather sexy, and it involves most of the poets, playwrights and mistresses you’ve heard of from Restoration London.