Her Timeless Obsession by Brita Addams Book Spotlight
Her Timeless Obsession by Brita Addams
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Genre: Historical Romance
A love that transcends time.
Ever the explorer, Honey Danby
discovers a treasure trove in her dusty 1910 London attic. Old trunks filled
with clothes, journals, and love letters written between two lovers in 1810
entertain her and leave her longing for a time and a man long past.
Dressed in an irresistible gown from
one of the trunks, Honey discovers a heart-wrenching love story. When she
learns that all was cruelly torn asunder, the handsome soldier's loving words
written to his H. catapult Honey into an adventure that defies logic.
When, dressed in a crisper version
of the gown, Honey inexplicably awakens inside a rumbling horse-drawn carriage,
she discovers she shares the antiquated vehicle with the man who tore the
lovers apart. Can she convince this stranger to forego his unreasonable
demands, or will history repeat itself on a misty August morn in Green Park?
~Excerpt~
The last thing Honey expected to
hear was that Lord Galmore had died in a duel. The entire trip home, she
alternately read snippets of the family history and mourned for him and
his wife, doubly so as her brother had killed the captain.
She raced to her bedchamber, tossed
off her coat and hat, and paced before the towering portrait. She stared
into the youthful face and imagined his feats of bravery on the
battlefield. Yet a bullet cut him down in his homeland.
She reclined on the chaise longue
before the fireplace. The pages of the history crinkled in her trembling
hand as she opened the book to where she’d left off.
Lady Galmore attended her brother’s
trial. Her presence created quite a stir, given that society considered
women too delicate to withstand the rigors of such unpleasantness.
Each day, she donned a black bombazine mourning dress and an opaque lace veil. While vile gossip spewed from the accursed tongues of society hens, Lady Galmore held her head high and withstood their ravages, for the sake of her beloved.
After the trial, at which the jury acquitted her brother, Lady Galmore secluded herself in her bedchamber at Galmore House.
I, Cornelia Nevison Lawrence, her faithful friend, visited her often, the only person to do so with regularity, for she and I had a friendship of a good many years.
On Wednesdays and Sundays, I brought her news of the town and a bit of a treat now and again. Her favorite sweet, or in summer, ice cream from Gunter’s, a short distance from the home
she’d shared so briefly with Lord Galmore. She enjoyed the peach, though not with the same verve she had when Lord Galmore took her to sit beneath the plane trees and share a dish.
Shortly after the trial, Honoria lost her precious expected babe.
The dear, sweet girl was never the same after her darling Jeremy
died, but with the last of him gone, she fell into a steep decline. How my heart broke for her, so pale and melancholic.
Upon assuming the mantle of widowhood, Honoria’s residence at Galmore House grew untenable. While Jeremy’s sister welcomed her, she insisted she converse and otherwise act as though recovery
from her loss was a matter of perfunctory will.
With the pressure she exerted, albeit kindly, Honoria thought to situate herself at her family home, Danby Terrace on Upper Brook Street. Through her barrister, she begged Bartholomew, for whom she felt nothing but the deepest disdain, to favor her by quitting London for Evermere Hall in Kent. He obliged, apparently realizing much too late that Honoria had truly loved Galmore and had suffered greatly at his, and their child’s, loss.
Once ensconced in her most familiar home, she gave her own well-being little thought. Regularly, she rejected my every effort to entice her from the confines of her bedchamber and her favorite sitting room, loving called the Rose Room. While I had, at one time, found the surroundings exceedingly pleasant, the black crepe shrouded mirrors and picture frames gave silent testament to her overwhelming loss. Hour upon hour, she stared out the window at the back garden, as though she expected Galmore to appear.
I married my beloved Mr. Lawrence in eighteen hundred and eleven, and as a result, I unfortunately spent considerably less time with her. The years passed quickly, as my responsibilities to my
husband, and then our children, increased. We lived at our country estate in Cambridge, but whenever I came to town, I resumed my twice-weekly visits.
With each extended separation, her health deteriorated until I barely recognized her for her frailness. I suspect her mind had left her in the end, as she swore she was dying of a broken heart.
Each day, she donned a black bombazine mourning dress and an opaque lace veil. While vile gossip spewed from the accursed tongues of society hens, Lady Galmore held her head high and withstood their ravages, for the sake of her beloved.
After the trial, at which the jury acquitted her brother, Lady Galmore secluded herself in her bedchamber at Galmore House.
I, Cornelia Nevison Lawrence, her faithful friend, visited her often, the only person to do so with regularity, for she and I had a friendship of a good many years.
On Wednesdays and Sundays, I brought her news of the town and a bit of a treat now and again. Her favorite sweet, or in summer, ice cream from Gunter’s, a short distance from the home
she’d shared so briefly with Lord Galmore. She enjoyed the peach, though not with the same verve she had when Lord Galmore took her to sit beneath the plane trees and share a dish.
Shortly after the trial, Honoria lost her precious expected babe.
The dear, sweet girl was never the same after her darling Jeremy
died, but with the last of him gone, she fell into a steep decline. How my heart broke for her, so pale and melancholic.
Upon assuming the mantle of widowhood, Honoria’s residence at Galmore House grew untenable. While Jeremy’s sister welcomed her, she insisted she converse and otherwise act as though recovery
from her loss was a matter of perfunctory will.
With the pressure she exerted, albeit kindly, Honoria thought to situate herself at her family home, Danby Terrace on Upper Brook Street. Through her barrister, she begged Bartholomew, for whom she felt nothing but the deepest disdain, to favor her by quitting London for Evermere Hall in Kent. He obliged, apparently realizing much too late that Honoria had truly loved Galmore and had suffered greatly at his, and their child’s, loss.
Once ensconced in her most familiar home, she gave her own well-being little thought. Regularly, she rejected my every effort to entice her from the confines of her bedchamber and her favorite sitting room, loving called the Rose Room. While I had, at one time, found the surroundings exceedingly pleasant, the black crepe shrouded mirrors and picture frames gave silent testament to her overwhelming loss. Hour upon hour, she stared out the window at the back garden, as though she expected Galmore to appear.
I married my beloved Mr. Lawrence in eighteen hundred and eleven, and as a result, I unfortunately spent considerably less time with her. The years passed quickly, as my responsibilities to my
husband, and then our children, increased. We lived at our country estate in Cambridge, but whenever I came to town, I resumed my twice-weekly visits.
With each extended separation, her health deteriorated until I barely recognized her for her frailness. I suspect her mind had left her in the end, as she swore she was dying of a broken heart.
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~About
the Author~
Born in a small town in upstate New
York, Brita Addams has made her home in the sultry south for many years. In the
Frog Capital of the World, Brita shares her home with her real-life hero—her
husband, and a fat cat named Stormee. All their children are grown.
Given her love of history, Brita
writes both het and gay historical romance. Many of her historicals have
appeared on category bestseller lists at various online retailers.
Musa Publishing publishes Brita’s
heterosexual historical romances, including the rewritten and expanded,
best-selling Sapphire Club series, each with new titles. Again, each of the
titles have again hit the best-selling lists at various online vendors.
Tarnished Gold, the first in her gay
romance Tarnished series for Dreamspinner Press, was a winner in the 2013
Rainbow Awards, Historical Romance category. The book also received nominations
for Best Historical and Best Book of 2013 from the readers of the Goodreads M/M
Romance Group.
A bit of trivia—Brita pronounces her
name, Bree-ta, and not Brit-a, like the famous water filter. Brita Addams is a
mash-up of her real middle name and her husband's middle name, with an
additional d and s.
~Giveaway~
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backlist (any book but Her Timeless Obsession)
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