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<\/a>The Woman Behind the Mirror<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nBlurb<\/strong>: Bank investigator Neil McAlister faces an almost impossible task\u2014to determine the true owner of the documents by deciding who is lying. Most of all, as danger creeps ever closer, he needs to know who wants the secretive, beautiful Sarah dead.<\/p>\n Buy Links<\/p>\n Amazon US <\/a> Available in Kindle Unlimited<\/p>\n Frozen with shock she could only stare at Samuel Fenton. But it wasn\u2019t<\/em> Samuel Fenton.<\/p>\n Her strangled, \u201cYou aren\u2019t,\u201d was cut off when Neil began his introductions and Robert stepped in front of her to shake the man\u2019s hand. She heard her brother\u2019s hearty, \u201cMr Westfield, I am delighted to meet you. May I introduce my wife Hannah?\u201d<\/p>\n The man put his handkerchief to his mouth and coughed. \u201cForgive my frog like voice. This wretched cold will not leave me.\u201d He bowed to Hannah. \u201cI am honoured to meet you, Mrs Forsythe.\u201d<\/p>\n Robert took Sarah\u2019s hand and drew her forward \u201cAnd my sister, Sarah Langford.\u201d<\/p>\n A low bow. \u201cMrs Langford, I understand you endured much hardship before returning to England. To be told you found and brought my personal papers with you left me speechless. It\u2019s nothing short of a miracle and I cannot adequately express my gratitude.\u201d<\/p>\n Sarah murmured a greeting and lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n Robert cleared his throat. \u201cMr Westfield, before we begin, allow me to thank you for your generous hospitality.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy dear, Mr Forsythe,\u201d the man responded before coughing again into his handkerchief. \u201cIt was the very least I could do after such trial and distress.\u201d<\/p>\n Robert picked up the decanter again. \u201cI was about to enjoy your hospitality, sir. May I pour us a glass of wine or perhaps whisky?<\/p>\n \u201cThank you, a small whisky would be most welcome.\u201d the man replied.<\/p>\n \u201cNeil?\u201d<\/p>\n Neil inclined his head. \u201cI cannot say no. Then if you don\u2019t mind, we will finalise the transaction as discussed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course.\u201d No one spoke while Robert poured whisky and handed glasses of wine to Hannah and Sarah. He then held up his glass to the room. \u201cI am very relieved this has been settled amicably.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am extremely relieved.\u201d The man lifted his glass to Sarah. \u201cMy compliments.\u201d<\/p>\n Sarah felt the blood pounding through her veins but did not move. Her stomach churned when polite conversation began on London\u2019s expanding population, the dangerous highwaymen robbing innocent travelers, and the sudden sad death of a minor royal.<\/p>\n When the glasses were emptied, Robert stood up and handed the leather folder to the man called Westfield. \u201cA very satisfactory conclusion. My sister has signed the necessary agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you, and if I may, I\u2019d like to say a few words.\u201d The man turned to Sarah. \u201cIt is indeed a small world, Mrs Langford. I did not think we would meet again after such a tumultuous time in Boston.\u201d<\/p>\n Robert\u2019s brow creased. \u201cPardon?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMrs Langford and I were acquainted at Griffins club,\u201d the man said smoothly.<\/p>\n Look him directly in the face and do not quail. <\/em>\u201cI am afraid you are mistaken sir. I do not know you,\u201d Sarah said evenly.<\/p>\n The man inclined his head. \u201cWe do look very different in the light of day, but I remember you well in those crowded smoky rooms.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d Robert said sharply.<\/p>\n \u201cI was part owner of Griffins gentlemen\u2019s club. Mrs Langford, known there as Adele, worked as a\u201d\u2014he gestured eloquently\u2014\u201cfor want of a better word, hostess<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n Hannah had risen and was staring at her. All<\/em> of them were staring at her. \u201cMr Westfield, I am afraid you have me confused with someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n The man\u2019s hard hazel eyes glittered into hers. \u201cNo, I\u2019m not confused. Your husband David Langford disappeared leaving a mountain of debts and you destitute. I was with Fenton when he paid the turnkey a shilling to release you from the cells. It was work for him or die on the streets. You were one of three women employed to pour drinks and keep our clients gambling and satisfied in the clubrooms and\u201d\u2014he paused\u2014\u201cupstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n A pin dropping would have sounded like gunpowder exploding.<\/p>\n Sarah did not move. \u201cMr McAlister, I am appalled you willingly brought this man here to insult me.\u201d<\/p>\n As if snapping out of a trance Neil stepped forward. \u201cI am at a loss, Westfield. Not once in our discussions at the bank did you say you knew Mrs Langford.\u201d<\/p>\n Claude\u2019s eyes never left Sarah\u2019s. \u201cYou didn\u2019t ask, and the purpose of this meeting was for me to collect my personal papers.\u201d He sighed. \u201cWhile it pains me to reward a whore for stealing, I will honour the agreement.\u201d Powered by Linky Tools<\/b><\/p>\n Click here<\/a> to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is a blog hop. 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\nBetrothed by her father to a man twice her age, Sarah Forsythe runs away with the son of a Methodist minister. Not to Gretna Green, to colonial America\u2014the New World. For Sarah, a new world of broken promises poverty and shame. Around her, the American Revolution is simmering, and the siege of Boston worsens by the day. As British soldiers seek out traitors and treason, a desperate Sarah breaks open a safe looking for cash. Instead, she finds a box holding Bank of England documents. Through willpower, bitter determination, and lying through her teeth, Sarah manages to make her way home to England. What she doesn\u2019t know is that two men follow, and they will do anything to claim those documents.<\/p>\n
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\n<\/strong>Sarah watched the door open and her heart almost stopped beating when Neil McAlister and a tall muscular man with a trim goatee beard walked into the room.<\/p>\n
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