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eBook Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
eBook Description: In 1813, a timid sculptor wants to complete the commission to sculpt a replica of a soldier slain in the Peninsular war for a museum exhibition, but the man's grieving brother gives her a severe set down, not realizing he's speaking to the very artist he's engaged to create a loving monument he hopes will help him heal from the emotional pain of losing his brother.

eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press/English Tea Rose, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2007

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Words: 5952
Reading time: 17-23 min.
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"You're right, sir. Best, if his lordship never finds out that I'm not the 'man' he thinks he has employed."

"Exactly, Miss Black," the curator said. His frightened gaze grew thoughtful. "Perhaps we can find another artist and convince him to pretend to be P. Black?"

Pauline shook her head. "If you do, the earl will not be as satisfied with the statue. I recall you saying he particularly liked my style of carving."

The curator spread his arms wide. "Oh, it's hopeless. He will pauper me as just punishment. I shall not have sixpence to scratch with by the end of the Season."

"Calm yourself, sir, for I've an idea." If the curator had known her as well as her family, this statement would have sent him immediately into doldrums. However, to her favor, the poor man had no such knowledge of Pauline's mad schemes. "We shall simply tell his lordship that the artist is a recluse." She shrugged. "He already believes this and we shall convince him that not even to meet the man who intends to pay the vast sum his lordship has proposed, would she, or 'he' be willing to come out of hiding."

The first sign of hope flashed across the curator's face. "Could this work?"

"Why should it not?" Pauline asked. "I've already displeased him once by missing our appointment. Yet, he still wants me to do the work. There is only one problem I see. To do a credible job of the earl's brother, I shall need to view a depiction of him. And hear stories of his character, his likes and dislikes. I must know him as well as the earl. Yet, how can I?"

"I've a portrait of the gentleman." The curator ran to fetch it.

Pauline waited with a racing pulse, anticipation and fear warring within her. Could she do this? Would she get caught? And what would the earl do if he found out he'd been tricked?