He remembered as well as she did what Pen said every year at this time: It doesn’t matter how the plants look. “The plants looked healthy, didn’t they, Freddie?”įreddie tented his brows over his warm brown eyes and whined low in his throat. The widowed Lady Havenridge-Jo to her friends-strode up the path from the hopyard, Freddie, her brown and white spaniel, at her heels. & TM Off.įor my amazing, brilliant, clear-eyed, patient editor,įor Ian-I hope by the time this book is out in the world, we have been able to come see you.Īnd for my readers-thank you so much for welcoming my characters into your lives. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the Publisher and neither the Author nor the Publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.” If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. To the extent that the image or images on the cover of this book depict a person or persons, such person or persons are merely models, and are not intended to portray any character or characters featured in the book. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the Publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

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The Merry Viscount by Sally MacKenzie