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The Artist's Redemption

A SWEET REGENCY ROMANCE

In his letter, he’d written three different words. You’re not alone. They swirled inside her head, solid and deep and resonant in a way that ethereal I love you could never be.


Regina Townsend,

The Artist's Redemption

He was a river to her sandstone resolution.

He flowed and she eroded.


Regina Townsend,

The Artist's Redemption

It felt odd to have Regina laundering his clothes.

“If you’d rather clean them yourself...”

No, that didn’t sound right, either.


Alexandre Marchand,

The Artist's Redemption