The
Matchmaker's Surrender
The
Matchmaker Series Book 2
by
Tammy L. Bailey
Genre:
Historical Romance
Surrendering
her heart could be the scariest thing of all...
Miss
Jane Dalton, one of London’s most successful matchmakers, believes
it's much safer bringing couples together than falling in love
herself. In fact, she could not think of anything more frightening
than to have loved and lost.
Fate, however, disrupts her plans
to remain a single matchmaker when Mr. Nicholas Waverley, her
brother’s best friend, is forced to kidnap her after she becomes
entangled in an assassin’s web.
Forced together under
dangerous circumstances, Jane realizes her true feelings for
Nicholas. In the end, however, is her love for him worth the
fall?
The Matchmaker's Surrender is a Regency romance novella
and the second book in The Matchmaker's Series.
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A
knot of apprehension tightened in Jane’s belly. Still, she stepped out of the
carriage and to the door, knocking twice. After a few moments of silence, she
backed away, relieved. Who returned to retrieve a shawl this late and without
an invitation? Well, apparently, she did. Embarrassed, she shifted back toward
the carriage when the wide door clicked open.
“May
I help you, Miss?”
Jane
twisted around to find—instead of Mr. Waverley’s footman—the short, slight
build of the housekeeper, Mrs. Fielding.
“Oh,
I hope I didn’t wake you,” Jane said.
“No,
Miss. Is the Master expecting you?”
Jane
shook her head. “I…I left my shawl here earlier.”
Mrs.
Fielding nodded and waved Jane inside, shutting the door behind her, and led
Jane into the sitting room.
“Please,
wait here,” she said. “I’ll be back soon.”
Jane
stood still until heavy footsteps sounded on the staircase behind her. She
turned just in time to see Mrs. Fielding bustling up the stairs, a candle in
one hand and Jane’s shawl clutched in the other.
“Mrs.
Fielding?” Jane called, but the housekeeper continued away from her.
“Oh,
what are you about?” she whispered.
While
sensibility begged Jane to remain where she stood, curiosity drove her forward
and up the stairs. Light was scarce, and she crept at a cautious pace until two
carved gilt-wood wall sconces illuminated her path on the landing.
When
a cold draft flitted across the nape of her neck, she shivered and turned back
the way she had come.
“I’ll
buy another shawl,” she murmured. However, before she could take one step, a
door clicked behind her, luring her to retrace her steps.
“Mrs.
Fielding?”
Jane
leaned forward, following a blood-red carpet runner down the muted hallway with
her gaze. Like a snooping child, she tiptoed
onward, both terrified and intrigued at the same time.
When
she came to an open door, she peered inside. The room appeared empty except for
a few chairs placed around a small round table illuminated by the flickering of
a single half-melted candle.
“Hello?”
she called, her voice breaking on the word. Her heart pounded inside her ears
as she slipped across the threshold.
“I’d
just like my shawl back,” she said.
In
the hallway, the clomp of footsteps
echoed on the runner carpet. Before she could turn around, a hand clamped over her
mouth and hauled her into the darkest part of the room.
“I
beg of you, do not move, do not breathe, do not blink.”
A
LEO wife, mother, and military veteran, Tammy began writing when the
shows and movies she watched didn't end the way she wanted them to
end. Whether it's historical or contemporary, for her, there must
always be a happy ending.
When
she's not writing, she's spending time with her husband and two boys
near Cleveland, Ohio. Without their sacrifice and understanding, she
believes she would have never been able to pursue her passion of
writing or her accomplishment of becoming a published author.
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