Beauty and the Blacksmith: A Regency Historical Romance Novella with Forbidden Love and Small-Town Intrigue (Spindle Cove Book 1)

“That’s it,” he said, at length. “You’re leaving this place the same way you came in.” He ducked, caught her by the legs, and threw her over his shoulder—with the ease of a man who’d tossed many a woman over his shoulder.

And then, the bastard smirked. “Like what you see?” She narrowed her gaze. “No.” “Liar.”

“And so? What, he gets your care? Tender mending from the woman he loves?” “Get stuffed,” she said. “He doesn’t love me.” Twin amber gazes leveled her. Her heart began to pound. “He doesn’t.” No reply. “What he feels—it’s never been love.”

Lord Archer looked around at the castle, then at her. His brow arched in amusement. And then he did the most unforgivable of things. He gave her a patronizing pat on the head. “That’s little Izzy Goodnight. You do love an adventure.”

“Temptress,” he muttered bitterly.

She marched over to him. “You threw a book at me, Your Grace.” “At the door, Miss Danvers. At the door. I was quite confident it would not hit you or else I would not have risked it. Now stop shooting daggers at me with your eyes.”