Arabella Sheraton grew up on a diet of Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, and many other writers of that period. From Jane Austen to Georgette Heyer, Arabella has found both enjoyment and inspiration in sparkling, witty Regency novels. She also loves history and generally finds the past more fascinating than the future. Arabella wrote her first Regency romance to entertain her aged mom who loved the genre. Arabella is honoured to share the adventures of her heroes and heroines with readers.
Snow began to fall more heavily than before, with flurries swirling and eddying in a white haze. She could hardly see her own hand in front of her. The wind made matters worse as icy blasts pierced her layers of warm clothing. She had to get up or else freeze to death. Mrs. Whittaker’s brother popped into her mind. His lurid tales of travelers who froze to death just a few feet from their own front doors rang in her ears. She had to get up now, even though it would be so much easier to lie down right there and go to sleep. Diana managed to get onto her knees and Jess, sensing her distress, came running back.
“Don’t leave me alone, girl,” Diana said through clenched teeth. She could barely speak, her cheeks were numb. Jess walked a few steps again, looked back, and whined.
“Have you found a safe place?” Diana asked, and then laughed. She had gone completely mad. Imagine talking to a dog. Jess answered her with another bark. Diana dragged herself up by hanging onto a low tree branch, and tried to limp on. She could not move an inch. The pain made her gasp. Then someone grasped her from behind and lifted her off her feet. Diana screamed and fainted.