Death of a Species
Southwards
To the west
country
he said he was
going.
The petrol gurgled
in the tank.
In place of heat
waves
Above the saltbush
came visions of
forest country
moss and lichen
running water.
Once my country.
Dieback's got the
jarrah
He said
as he handed me fifty
dollars
and roared off in
the BMW.
I thought how
dreams could change
From soft green to
stark grey.
Laurel Lamperd
* * *
When Miss Emma Napier helps Abby, her friend, escaped a forced marriage, she little thought she would meet the dashing Lord Desborough. His lordship is looking for a temporary wife so he can gain control of his inheritance. Emma seems the perfect choice.
A gay and frothy Regency romance packed with lively incidents and dramatic situations.
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