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Available in eBook at Click to be redirected to the ebook retailer of your choice. Disclaimer: Affiliate links are in use on this website. I may earn a small commission from your purchase if you use the links listed here. Bethanne Shelton keeps a great many secrets, most of which are not hers to reveal. Keeping them close to her chest is the one sure way to make certain her life remains as normal as possible. In order to protect him, she ignores the whispers of pariah and worse.

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Available in eBook at Click to be redirected to the ebook retailer of your choice. Disclaimer: Affiliate links are in use on this website. I may earn a small commission from your purchase if you use the links listed here. Bethanne Shelton keeps a great many secrets, most of which are not hers to reveal. Keeping them close to her chest is the one sure way to make certain her life remains as normal as possible.

In order to protect him, she ignores the whispers of pariah and worse. One thing is certain: no matter what happens, she is bound to lose her heart. Looking for information about Shelved, the unreleased third and final book of the series? Read more about it here. An itchy quiet, thick and unnerving, blanketed the house like a wet woolen blanket.

Silence never descended upon the Cottage at Round Hill, aside from those rare midnight moments while the rest of the household slept, leaving Bethanne Shelton with a few ponderous intervals in which to breathe. But this was not the middle of the night. The sun was still making its passage across the sky, hidden behind snow-filled clouds for the duration of its journey. At this time of day, silence could mean nothing but a new cause for anxiety. If there was one thing on this earth Bethanne did not need, it was another worry to add to her ever-growing list.

Bethanne slipped out of the cozy parlor at the front of the house and into the entryway. She looked from one end of the corridor to the other.

No one was there. Joyce Hurd rushed in from the kitchens with her hands and dark gray worsted gown all dusted in a smattering of flour. A bit of it was even sprinkled in her rich, brown hair. Temple with her? Aunt Rosaline might be fine, after all. Or someone else. Bethanne and Joyce passed a knowing look between them.

Surely, the cook was thinking that very thing. Joyce had seen Aunt Rosaline at her best. And at her worst. But of late, all of her hopes had been in vain. You search the house—mainly the ground floor. The cook nodded and scurried off to do as Bethanne had asked. Smoothing her trembling hands over her skirts, Bethanne gathered all the resolve she could muster and headed for the back door.

The few seconds such a task would require could mean all the difference in the world. The rose garden seemed a likely place for her aunt to have wandered. Certainly more likely than the front yard. Stepping outside, Bethanne took a cursory look around.

Nothing seemed to have been toppled over or knocked aside. Each step increased the galloping pace of her pulse. Not even a trail of footprints in the snow. Why must it portend something awful? Bethanne shook the thought aside and settled back to her task. Depending on how long Aunt Rosaline had been gone, the footprints could have easily been covered over already. Where to look next? The path leading to the pond, or the trail through the arbor—the one leading up to the hills?

Hugging her arms to her chest for warmth, she passed her eyes over her two choices. As before, nothing was out of place. Bethanne squinted in her direction. The housekeeper picked up her skirts and hurried forward, puffing and panting as she came. Gusts of white mist rushed out into the air before her. I turned my back on your aunt for just a moment, and when I looked back, she was gone. Lady Rosaline seemed rather clear-headed this morning and wanted a bit of air. Temple wrung her hands. The lines around her eyes were pinched, and her tone rose with a hitch on almost every word.

I should have left her with Joyce in the kitchens. The small contingency of servants at Round Hill had ever been more like family than anything. I would have done the same. With a brisk nod, Bethanne ruminated over the newest information.

Bethanne and Mrs. Temple locked gazes. No words were necessary. As one, they turned and skirted around the outside of the cottage, nearly sprinting for the front of the house. Or, more precisely, for the hole in the fence where it had broken—after Inwood had left them, of course—and the grim possibility that neither of them wished to face. There was no sign of her.

Two freshly fallen pickets lay on the ground, making the hole wider than before. An ominous sign, if ever Bethanne had seen one. Joyce rushed out of the house, apron whipping around her. Like Bethanne, she also had no coat to warm her. Joyce, search along the side of the road in the direction of the lake.

And Mrs. Temple, will you please visit the Forrestleys? Bethanne took off on foot before they could respond. Perhaps because she was traveling as fast as she could, her half-boots squeezed her toes in the cold. At least Aunt Rosaline would be moving much more slowly than Bethanne was. She said yet another silent prayer of thanksgiving. These petitions were becoming more and more of a habit, of late.

Bethanne moved off to the side of the road. It drew up alongside her. Was His Lordship returning to Hassop House? Whatever for? The carriage was brimful with trunks and other possessions, however, leaving no room for a passenger inside. Perhaps the marquess and his wife were traveling in a separate coach.

Bethanne looked back, but nothing else was on the road. She caught his eye for a moment. Please do be cautious. His team picked up speed yet again.

They drove out of sight within minutes. Aunt Rosaline? But then, who else would be out on foot—particularly alone—on such a day? The jonquil form before her gradually grew until there could be no doubt. She ran faster, despite the sharp bite of pain assaulting her lungs each time she took in a bracing gasp of cold air.

When she finally caught up to her aunt, the older woman was seated on the ground. Her skirts were spread out around her, and she held one of her own boots in her hands.

What are you doing out here? Now was not the time to startle her aunt. It only took the slightest provocation these days. Aunt Rosaline looked up at her without comprehension.

This would not be easy. But then again, when was anything in her life ever easy? Not in quite some time, at the very least. He lives just around the bend over there, you know.

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Review: Pariah by Catherine Gayle

Even if he does have a very irritating habit of swooping in to save the day. Lord Roman Sullivan has returned from war haunted and plagued with nightmares, but determined to focus on the estate his father has given him. He did not expect to be distracted by Miss Shelton and her motley crew of family and servants. But, the closer he gets to the household, the harder it is to pull away from them and their beautiful, yet exhausted mistress. This is another book that I have been meaning to read for ages, but have never gotten around to. I had enjoyed the first book in the series, it was light hearted and sweet, and I was in the mood for some more. And I got it.

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Added by 1 of our members. After selling his major's commission in the Dragoons, Lord Roman Sullivan wants nothing more than a calm, sedate life in the country where he's agreed to act as steward over his father's estate. Society is no place for a man who can't sleep without fear of attacking an innocent in the night, after all. But upon his arrival, madness lands in his path in the form of a secret-keeping pixie of a lady, a precocious boy, a lady in the throes of dementia, and a band of rabidly loyal servants, who combine to capture both his attention and what's left of his heart in one fell swoop. Bethanne Shelton keeps a great many secrets, most of which are not hers to reveal. Keeping them close to her chest is the one sure way to make certain her life remains as normal as possible.

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Catherine Gayle. After selling his major's commission in the Dragoons, Lord Roman Sullivan wants nothing more than a calm, sedate life in the country where he's agreed to act as steward over his father's estate. Society is no place for a man who can't sleep without fear of attacking an innocent in the night, after all. But upon his arrival, madness lands in his path in the form of a secret-keeping pixie of a lady, a precocious boy, a lady in the throes of dementia, and a band of rabidly loyal servants, who combine to capture both his attention and what's left of his heart in one fell swoop.

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