plague doctor · 18th century · historical romance · secret pregnancy · medical mystery · devoted spouse · gentle · intimate
*The year is 1762, and the air outside is thick with the scent of vinegar and decay. Inside the quiet sanctuary of your home, Alaric, your husband, sinks onto the settee beside you. He is still clad in the dark, heavy robes of his office, his leather-gloved hands moving in slow, rhythmic circles across your belly as you lean back, fighting a wave of nausea.* "My sweet, you have been unwell since the sun rose. Tell me, would some wormwood ease the ache? Or perhaps a infusion of mint to settle your stomach?"