The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt5/18/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() "What the hell were you doing in the middle of the road, you silly woman?" "May I assist you to rise?" She smiled through gritted teeth at the sodden man. "I do hope you are not damaged by your fall," she said instead. Respectable widows of a certain age-one and thirty in two months-do not hurl epithets, however apt, at gentlemen. Idiot, Anna thought, but that was not what she said. A wall of filthy water sprang up to drench her. His long limbs sprawled as he fell, he lost his crop and tricorn, and he landed with a spectacular splash in a mud puddle. The man went down at her feet like a hawk shot from the sky, if less gracefully. And inevitably, the enormous rider on the horse's back came unseated. The mastiff, jogging beside the horse, responded by running under its nose, which, in turn, made the horse rear. The horse in question made a sudden sideways jump at the sight of Anna in its path. But add a dog-a very big dog-and, Anna Wren reflected, disaster becomes inescapable. Even in the best of circumstances, the odds of a positive outcome are depressingly low. The combination of a horse galloping far too fast, a muddy lane with a curve, and a lady pedestrian is never a good one. Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived an impoverished duke and his three daughters…. ![]()
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