En cours de chargement...
He loves me. Not anymore. That was twenty years ago. I hardly think of Nick now. Seriously. I'm too busy training horses and trying to keep a roof over my head. Now they say I never met a horse, or a man, I couldn't ride, which is a little catty but mostly true. Until I do. When Napoleon, a rangy gelding with a bad reputation, tosses me to the ground, my life literally flashes before my eyes. I swear the tangled knot of regrets and missed opportunities go parading past me like thoroughbreds at auction.
When I come to, I'm shocked to discover I'm dressed in a fancy riding habit, and a corset, and I'm eighteen-again. But when Lord Nicholas Stanhope walks in the room looking like my Nick, dressed and sounding like he just stepped out of a Jane Austen novel. I'm on a mission. I don't care if this is a dream, or painkillers, or-or reincarnation. I won't give up on this second chance. I won't stop until...he loves me.