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...licked his lips and whispered very softly into Felicity??s ear. Not an endearment, this time, but something else...

Author: By Lesley R. Winters, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: THE STABLE BOY | 12/12/2008 | See Source »

...halo of her golden hair. Felicity grabbed Roxanna’s shoulders and pursed her lips, ready to spit in the chambermaid’s face. But something made her pause, staring into Roxanna’s wide, tear-filled eyes. Roxanna lifted her shaking hands and cupped Felicity??s face. Her touch was gentle. “Oh my lady,” she whispered. “Forgive me.”Felicity found herself trembling, too. She turned her face away, and Roxanna leaned forward to press her lip against Felicity??s cheek...

Author: By Lesley R. Winters, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: The Stable Boy | 12/5/2008 | See Source »

...skirts hiked up about her waist,” said Felicity, but her venom had not the slightest effect on her husband’s serene countenance. He sighed softly, and smiled.“You look lovely, Felicity,” Frederick said, and now it was Felicity??s turn to lose her bearings. Her heart leapt a little in her chest. Could she possibly have missed her husband’s fumbling attentions? Not physically, to be sure...Yet she had enjoyed his flattery in their days of courtship. Frederick went...

Author: By Lesley R. Winters, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: THE STABLE BOY: Chapter 13 | 11/13/2008 | See Source »

...from inside a gilded frame on the Uffizi wall. Those eyes, the cruel twist of his upper lip, the falling curls of hair, the luminous skin, the ... the ... well, that, in all its bold tumescence. It was surely him. He had seen the waves of shock pass through Felicity??s body when she glimpsed the painting, and then he had seen the painted Stable Boy take possession of his living wife all over again...

Author: By Lesley R. Winters, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: The Stable Boy: Chapter 10 | 10/17/2008 | See Source »

...Felicity, and Prince Filippo Fumagalli entered the narrow courtyard of the Uffizi, their footsteps ringing off the pavement stones like money. To either side, stone columns and the sparkling reflections of the windows’ little panes. Above them, a low, threatening sky. Inside them, longing, desperation, and, in Felicity??s case, three quarters of a bottle of wine, which she had consumed, to Frederick’s horror and Filippo’s delighted surprise, during the short ride to the museum. “To better appreciate the paintings,” she had said.Filippo...

Author: By Lesley R. Winters, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Stable Boy | 10/9/2008 | See Source »

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