This is the third drabble, following Life and Escape.

ReprieveEscape had been shockingly easy, but the resulting hunt was relentless, draining their minimal physical resources. Ilsa begged, but Connor would not abandon her ( Read more... )

ReturnThe power of it was unmistakable. It was like some kind of hypnotic drug. Once she had opened herself to hear it, she could not get enough of it ( Read more... )

Turning the Right Way?I’m trampled inside, bruised by emotional dragons tearing at my soul. My bedchamber is a prison, but I have nowhere, no one to turn to ( Read more... )

[prompt: possessiveness]

At the Duchess of Devonshire's Ball

‘Be still! We’ll be heard!’

She twisted away, eyes challenging him even as she opened the door, admitting strains of music. ‘What if we are?’ she replied, slipping into the hallway, her peony-pink silk gown a splash of-of Franny, right in the middle of his damned intrigue ( Read more... )

Prompt: frantic ( Read more... )

“You’re sure this will work?” she asked dubiously, inspecting the blue jar ( Read more... )

Someone Should Have Said Something

“Forgive me?! Is that all you can say, my lord?” My voice reaches a particular note of ire few people manage to provoke.

“Labete,” I snap, completely stripping any intimacy or respect from this conversation, “you should have told me. What else haven’t you told me besides the fact that you have a daughter? A ( Read more... )

[Prompt: Languish ( Read more... )

[Prompt: Demure]

No one to look at her would think anything more of her than what she was; a quiet aging wallflower. How it would shock them, if they knew.

Louisa pushed the drooping curl away, whilst her eyes sought out the tall figure across the room, so imposing in his formal black.

How she longed to be back in the Lake country, rambling ( Read more... )

This follows Life

EscapeConnor’s voice was low, urgent. “Are you ready ( Read more... )