A Houseparty to Die For (Rogues and Rakehells Mystery Book 5) Read online

  Once the carriage rolled onto the drive, he turned to Prudence.

  “What, besides enjoying each other, would you like to do?”

  “My dearest husband, of all the places on this estate I’ve not seen, and wish to, is the inside of the maze. Shall we take a stroll through it and see what happens when we finally arrive at the center?”

  “As you wish, my dearest.”

  After offering Prudence his hand, which she accepted with a warm smile, they made their way through the mansion, out onto the veranda and to the maze.

  With much giggling from her and laughter from him as they continued to make wrong turns, Justin finally guided her into the center. Walking up to the stone bench, he sat then pulled her onto his lap. Peering down to her upturned face, he started to lower his mouth to her when a flash of light caught his attention. Looking down, he noticed a small broach partially hidden in the grass.

  “Who does that belong to? I know it’s not yours.” He waited while she glanced down to see what he’d noticed.

  “I’ve no idea. Let me get it.”

  Holding her so she wouldn’t fall, he waited until she straightened with the trinket in her hand. Taking it from her, he turned it over, not recognizing it. The inscription made him curious.

  To P, all my love

  D

  This got him no closer to who murdered Lady Anna as there had been several ladies with the first name that began with “P” and almost as many gentlemen with their name starting with “D”.

  “My dear, do you remember anyone wearing this?”

  “I’m sorry, but no.”

  “Someday we may learn who owned it.”

  “Yes. Now make love to me. Again.”

  Never one to argue with a lady, especially when she was his wife, Justin did.

  The End

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I’ve been an avid reader ever since I was old enough to hold a red leather bound first edition copy of Sir Walter Scott’s The Lady of the Lake in my lap.

  So it only seemed natural at some point in my life I take up pen and paper to start writing. Over time my skills slightly improved which I attribute to my English teachers.

  My breakthrough came about in the mid 1970’s when I read a historical romance written by Sergeanne Golon, Angelique. This French husband and wife team opened my eyes to the real world of fiction. Stories about romance, beautiful damsels, handsome heroes and plots which kept me hooked. Of course, being a man, I had to keep my reading hidden from others as that wasn’t appropriate reading for men.

  With this new found appreciation of the written word I took up other books and devoured them as a starving person would a plate of food. I them attempted to write again. I still wasn’t satisfied so I put it aside for years as other events entered my life.

  Finally, in the early years of the new millennium I tried again to write and once again met with limited success. At least now I was able to get past the first page or two. Then, in 2006 a life changing event brought me back to my love, I took a job as a security officer. This allowed me plenty of time to read different genres.

  My favourite was regency. As I poured through everyone I could get my hands on I knew this could be something I wanted to attempt.

  Since 2012 when my debut regency romantic suspense released I was hooked and have, except for a few contemporaries, focused on this genre.

  Since 2012 I’ve lived in central Texas. I’m also a member of Romance Writers of America and their local chapter.

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