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Honeymoon & Hemlock: Marriage & Mysteries
Honeymoon & Hemlock: Marriage & Mysteries
Honeymoon & Hemlock: Marriage & Mysteries
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Honeymoon & Hemlock: Marriage & Mysteries

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Lizzy and Darcy are on their honeymoon in Bath when her mother and Kitty show up to surprise them. They have hardly recovered from that shock before they find a dead body in the women's changing room. The waters at Bath might heal, but they can't solve the mystery of who killed Lady Longe, or why they desired the cantankerous old woman's death. Lizzy and Fitzwilliam are the only ones interested enough to investigate the murder by hemlock and find answers. They have a knack for the endeavor, but Lizzy worries Fitzwilliam will lose patience with her undertaking, since it happens to be their honeymoon.

This is a spinoff from Abbey's popular "Crime & Courtship" series, which introduced mysteries to their romance. They are now married, but the mysteries continue, as does the evolution of their relationship.

While Abbey sometimes writes sensual JAFF, this is strictly SWEET.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 17, 2022
ISBN9798201139520
Honeymoon & Hemlock: Marriage & Mysteries

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    Honeymoon & Hemlock - Abbey North

    Chapter One

    UPON ARRIVING AT THE hotel, Lizzy hadn’t spared much thought or attention for looking at the interior, the decorations, or the details. She’d been more intent on reaching the suite she and Fitzwilliam had booked for the week in Bath, and that was where they had spent the first three days of their honeymoon trip.

    Now, on the fourth day, they had decided to venture forth from their suite and enter the dining room in time for lunch. She couldn’t help admiring the marble details along with the pretty silk wallpaper she lightly glided her fingers against as they crossed the room ahead of the maître d’, who led them to a table in the open courtyard. It was a fine summer day, and not yet too hot to be sitting outside, especially since the restaurant had an awning.

    This is so lovely. She smiled across at her husband as she took his hand. I am glad we decided to leave the room.

    He grinned. I am pleased you changed your mind. You seemed determined to stay there the entire week. There was a knowing gleam in his eyes.

    Lizzy’s cheeks flushed as she looked away, feeling a little shy despite days of shared intimacy with her new husband. It was so much more than she had expected, and when he’d suggested they leave the room this morning, she had been resistant to start with. Only his gentle persuasion and perseverance had gained her cooperation, and though she didn’t regret it, she couldn’t help looking forward to when they returned to the room later.

    All this fuss about food in the middle of the day, said a sharp tone from behind them, loud enough for the two of them to hear.

    Reflexively, Lizzy turned to look over her shoulder, seeing an older woman with two younger women seated nearby.

    Aunt de Guille, it is the newest thing. We are told luncheon will become a regular part of everyone’s life.

    The older woman’s scowl deepened. Stuff and nonsense. A hearty breakfast, afternoon tea, and a good dinner are all you need. Perhaps a spot of supper every now and then if one is out late.

    I do not see the harm, said the woman who had called the older woman aunt. In fact, I am feeling quite peckish and relieved I do not have to wait another two or three hours for high tea.

    My stomach is bothering me too much for this. Besides, eating is not why we are here, Estella, said the old woman.

    Lady Longe, we have not forgotten why we have come to Bath, said the other young woman in a soothing tone. We are all hopeful it will make you feel better.

    It is terrible luck to be arriving just a few days before the shameful regent. I do hope I have sufficiently recovered to leave before his arrival. The old woman shook her head, her disapproval obvious.

    Lizzy could hardly fault her, for she disapproved strongly of the Prince Regent as well. He was an adulterer, a liar, and a spendthrift. He was an inept father and husband, and she feared when their beloved King George III passed, he would make a mess of the country. She was glad their honeymoon trip was due to end before the Prince Regent’s arrival.

    Have you had oysters before, Lizzy? asked Fitzwilliam.

    She looked away from the drama at the table behind her, determined to focus on her husband. I have not. We do not often have them in Meryton, and Uncle Gardiner dislikes them, so I have not had a chance to try them even while in London.

    His eyes gleamed with interest. Might I suggest them? They have certain properties that I am certain you will enjoy, assuming the rumors are true. As he spoke, he stroked his finger down her wrist on the inside on her glove, making her shiver.

    Lizzy was overcome with need for her husband, and she wished she had insisted on remaining in the room. I propose we might try them, but I would rather order them for room service.

    He frowned for a moment, but then he chuckled indulgently. As you wish, my love. He stood up, holding out an arm as she laid her palm on his forearm. They nodded to the maître d’ but made no explanation as they crossed the restaurant again, walked up the grand staircase, along with another two flights, and reached the room moments later.

    IT WAS THE NEXT NIGHT before she felt ready to leave the suite again. It was her suggestion this time that they go down for dinner, but Fitzwilliam had made no argument, and he waited for her as she exited the bedroom, nodding her thanks to the lady’s maid provided by the hotel before walking over to join him.

    He offered his arm, and she accepted it before they walked downstairs together at a sedate pace. Once again, she was overwhelmed by the beauty of the hotel, which favored classical Greek architecture and decorations, though the style was only recently finding favor among Britons.

    Once upon a time, she would’ve been easily flustered at the sight of the naked replica of David that dominated the lobby, but after having seen it compared to the real thing, it hardly seemed worth noticing now. Most certainly, poor David could not compare to her darling Fitzwilliam.

    They reached the restaurant moments later, and it was the same maître d’who’d taken them to a table yesterday. If he recognized them, he gave no special recognition as he escorted them to a table, this time inside the restaurant. Lizzy accepted the menu offered a second later, spending a few minutes debating what she wanted to try that evening.

    They had just placed their orders when there was a shrill cry from across the room. Lizzy jerked, as did Fitzwilliam, and the two of them turned to the source, with her expecting danger to follow. Instead, it was the same old woman as yesterday, though she looked far worse today. Her hair was scraggly and bedraggled around her face, and her clothes were disheveled. Her buttons were improperly buttoned, revealing her stays and shift beneath, and she appeared confused.

    Napoleon will kill us all, she shouted with conviction. He arrives this night across the Channel.

    There was a murmur of unease among the people at the restaurant, and Lizzy’s stomach clenched as well. She turned to look at Fitzwilliam, who seemed as puzzled as her. Do you think there is any truth to her words?

    Before Fitzwilliam could answer, the old woman said, Cast not your pearls before swine. Thieves run amok, and Satan is in the garden with Eve. Time is drawing nigh.

    The words were a series of rambling incoherence, and Lizzy wasn’t the only person to reach that conclusion. The uneasy murmuring in the dining room changed, becoming one that was a little sharper, with a hint of mocking among most people.

    Perhaps we should help her, said Fitzwilliam as he started to get to his feet.

    Lizzy was agreeable to the idea, and she stood up to join him, but before they could, the general manager of the hotel, whom they had met upon checking in, entered the dining room, and the two younger women who had been with the older woman yesterday were right on his heels. The three of them seemed to have it in hand, and though they couldn’t subdue the woman, they managed to convince Lady Longe to leave with some persuasion on their parts, and what also looked like some sheer physical strength.

    After a moment, she sat down again, not waiting for Fitzwilliam to hold her chair or assist her with it. He sat down after she had, and they both shared a long look. That was certainly unsettling, said Lizzy.

    Indeed. I have seen older people diminished like that before, and it never fails to subdue me.

    She nodded, recalling one such man who lived in Meryton. From what she knew of him, he had been perfectly normal until the last few years, when he started to lose his memory along with all awareness of his surroundings. She’d heard rumors that his daughter had

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