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“Let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”

Welcome back to Sweet Nothings, a little shadow of Sweet Saturday Samples, until that sweet treat starts back up.  Until that happens, I’m doing a little weekly blog where you can post a “sweet” excerpt  (PG 13 or milder) from one of your works.  Remember: please  hold the excerpt to 350 words or less. But if your cutting needs just a few more words, that’s okay too.  I won’t be counting. LOL

Today’s “Sweet Nothing” is another excerpt from my (hopefully) soon-to-be released Victorian historical novel, As Long As You’re Mine.  We’re continuing with another snippet from under the tree.

“And I have not given you permission to use my first name.”

“Considering the nature of our introduction, I believe we can be on a first name basis without additional scandal raising its head.”

“Wretch!”

He laughed at her outrage. “Besides, in three weeks we will be married. If you think I’m going to call my wife by a title you are quite mistaken.”

A moment later, she emerged from around the tree, her face ashen. “Three weeks?” Her voice had a hushed, tentative quality.

“Your father named the day this morning before we parted. In the private chapel at his estate in Essex, I believe. I did not feel in a position to gainsay him, seeing that he himself witnessed part of our indiscretion. He sent to the estate immediately to have the first banns read tomorrow.” Rafe sighed. “It is not what either of us wants, Samantha, but it will be done. Your father insists on it and, reluctantly, so do I. And if you do not consent—”

“He will disinherit me. Oh, yes, Mr. Beauregard,” her voiced softened as her brows arched. “I have lived with that threat for quite a while. It is what drove me to Raiford’s bed and, ultimately, to you.” She eyed him, head to foot, her face impassive.

With a shake of her head she turned away to pace in front of the tree, anger in every step. She clenched and relaxed her hands as she moved but, at last, her frantic strides slowed until she halted before him. Head up, shoulders back, she stared straight into his eyes and said, “Yes, Mr. Beauregard, I will marry you.”

The filtered light glinting on the various shades of gold in her hair reminded him of a crown. She had acquiesced with the grace of a queen and his opinion of her raised a notch. 

 As Long As You’re Mine–Coming November 2013

Okay, now it’s your turn to share a “Sweet Nothing.” 🙂

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The Painter’s Honeymoon

“Let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”

Welcome back to Sweet Nothings, a little shadow of Sweet Saturday Samples, until that sweet treat starts back up.  Until that happens, I’m doing a little weekly blog where you can post a “sweet” excerpt  (PG 13 or milder) from one of your works.  Remember: please  hold the excerpt to 350 words or less. But if your cutting needs just a few more words, that’s okay too.  I won’t be counting. LOL

Today’s “Sweet Nothing” is another excerpt from my (hopefully) soon-to-be released Victorian historical novel, As Long As You’re Mine.  This excerpt is the spirited continuation of last week’s “nothing” beneath the copper beech.  Rafe retaliates!

A single huge stride put her within reach. She had time for a high-pitched squawk then he had his mouth on hers again, finding it still open from her cry. He took full advantage, delving into the warm, sweet depths, chasing her outraged tongue, stroking the roof of her mouth until she squealed, though probably not with delight. He released her abruptly, the suction of their lips making a rude smacking noise.

She drew her arm back for another strike but he caught it nimbly in one hand. “Once was quite enough for that sort of mischief, my lady.”

“I could say the same thing about your kisses, Mr. Beauregard.” Samantha tried to twist her arm free, but he held it secure.

“If you really thought so you shouldn’t have encouraged me during the first one.” He grinned at her furrowed brow.

Her exasperated huff ruffled the hair on his forehead. “I did no such thing!”

“I regret to disagree, but you most certainly did. And there’s no reason we can’t indulge in a little dalliance with a clear conscience now. We blew the barn door off the hinges last night. That horse isn’t coming back.”

“I don’t intend to indulge in anything with you, Mr. Beauregard.” She pursed her lips. “Will you please let me go? You’re hurting my arm.”

Rafe doubted that, but he nodded and released her. She immediately darted around the side of the tree, though he could see her rubbing her wrist. He shook his head, weary of her didoes, and bent to pick up her gloves.

“You can come back, Samantha. I promise not to bite.”

“If you try to kiss me again, sir, I will be the one who bites,” she said from behind the tree.

 As Long As You’re Mine–Coming November 2013

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