Welcome back to  Jenna’s Snippet Sundays. In lieu of a blog hop, there’s just me with snippets from my current release or hopefully my next WIP.

Today I’m continuing snippets from my little Halloween short story, Hearts at All Hallow’s Eve. Today is the last day for this story as next Saturday is All Halllow’s Eve. Next Sunday I’ll go on to a new work and new snippets.

Enjoy!

BLURB:

When Miss Cecilia Powell attends her very first masquerade on All Hallows’ Eve, she’s thrilled when a mysterious reveler pays court to her. As their encounter continues, Cecilia is charmed, then smitten with this masked stranger, even though she senses something odd about him. Is he truly the man of her dreams, or will Cecilia find her dream a true nightmare?

EXCERPT:

“You dance divinely, sir. So well, in fact, I believe I have determined who you are behind that gleaming mask.” Tilting her chin flirtatiously, she studied his full-lipped mouth through shuttered eyes.

“Do you indeed?” His quick laugh made her heart stop. “Somehow, I think not. However, as the clock is about to strike midnight, you will certainly see shortly if you are correct.”

The waltz ended, and her partner led her to the side of the dance floor, to a somewhat secluded corner away from the chattering, excited crowd.

“Are you ready to unmask, Astraea?” he asked, his eyes eager.

Smiling so broadly she worried he might take her for a lunatic, Cecilia nodded, dancing on her toes in anticipation. “I am, my lord.”

“So, you do have a hint of who I am.” Dark eyebrows quirked up over the edge of his mask.

“Indeed, I do, for your dancing gave you away.” She giggled again, nervous as the clock began to strike. “I believe I met and danced with your brother at Lady Hamilton’s ball in May. You whirl your partner in just the same breathtaking way he did.” Some of the lightness left her. “I was very distressed when I heard he had—”

“Drowned?” The clock almost smothered his voice as it continued to chime the midnight hour.

“Yes. May I extend my belated condolences to you?” He must be grieving still, for his lips had tightened.

“I accept them with heartfelt gratitude, however, I fear you are mistaken.”

“Mistaken?” Was he not the new Lord Seaton after all?

“Yes. You see, I had no brothers.”

If you want more right now, you can grab Hearts at All Hallow’s Eve on Amazon for just .99 or in KU.

And fellow author from Weekend Writing Warriors, Carrie Anne Brownian, has put up a snippet from one of her works here. You should go check her out as well, especially if you enjoy historical fiction.