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The Widow Wore Plaid has released!
For the final week I’m continuing snippets from The Widow Wore Plaid. It’s the sixth and final book of The Widows’ Club series and I’m truly very excited to share it with you again.
BLURB:
The Battle of Waterloo made them widows, but each has found new happiness. And Jane, Lady John Tarkington, intends to keep her freedom, even if love—and one particular gentleman—are determined to claim her heart . . .
It is a truth rarely acknowledged—at least in public—that a wealthy widow is free to pursue a great many adventures. For two years, Jane has privately enjoyed her independence. Why should she remarry, even when the gentleman proposing is as wonderful as Gareth, Lord Kinellan? She entreats him never to ask her again. But as her Widows’ Club friends—now all joyfully remarried—gather at Castle Kinellan, Jane begins to wonder if stubbornness has led her to make a terrible mistake . . .
Kinellan needs a wife to give him an heir, and he wants that wife to be Jane. They are perfect together in every way, yet she continually refuses him. Just as he is on the point of convincing her, a series of accidents befall Gareth and point to an enemy in their midst. He has promised Jane a passionate future filled with devotion, but can he keep them both alive long enough to secure it?
This scene is later, after Jane and Gareth’s amorous interlude as they are leaving the lodge. Enjoy!
EXCERPT:
Laughing together they approached the horses, who were quietly cropping grass. Kinellan adjusted the girth first on Penelope, then tossed Jane up and handed her the reins. He had just done the same for Hector, tightening the saddle before he slung the carry bag over the cantle when a shot rang out from the woods, kicking up dust right behind the horse’s back hooves. Hector danced sideways, forcing Kinellan out into the yard. The pack slid off the saddle onto the dirt.
Jane’s head shot up, “What was that?”
Kinellan spun around, peering into the trees. “Hello! Who’s–”
A second shot smacked into Kinellan’s shoulder and he staggered backward into the spooked horse.
And a little more for good measure…
“Gareth!” Jane turned Penelope in a tight circle, her attention focus solely on Kinellan, who had managed to move to the other side of the animal, putting that barrier between him and danger. Blood seeped from his shoulder, yet somehow he coolly scanned the woods for the intruder.
“Jane, ride out,” he called to her, not taking his gaze from the forest.” Down the path as quick as you can. Follow the trail back to the castle.”
”No. You’re wounded.” She stilled the dancing Penelope and unhooked her leg from the pommel.
“Stop! Don’t get down from the horse. You won’t be able to remount.”
Uneasily, she slid her leg back onto the saddle and gathered the reins.
Kinellan had moved toward Hector’s head and twitched the bush to release the reins. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“I’m waiting for you.”
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The Widows’ Club series
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I would have to say the most romantic thing that my husband has done for me was regarding our honeymoon. We were going to drive to Florida to go scuba diving in West Palm Beach, well over 1,000 miles in an old Chrysler van. A grueling trip, in other words, but necessary so we could take our scuba gear. Well, we spent the night in a swanky hotel, then got up to get on the road. My husband wanted to stop for a soda for the road, so we pulled off the interstate and the
into the Amtrak station. We went in and he was about to get a drink from a vending machine when he pulled out two tickets to Palm Beach and announced we had a bedroom car on the train to our honeymoon destination. I really didn’t believe him at first, but he said, yes, it’s true, we’ve got to get on the train now! We rode to Florida in style. It was a fabulous journey and I do remember it well, 30+ years later.
I’ve gotten candy (usually chocolates) almost every year of my life it seems. My tastes have changed over the years. I used to not care at all what kind of chocolate I got, as long as I got some. I remember in second grade being totally embarrassed that a boy who liked me put a red heart box of chocolates in my Valentine’s envelope. Everyone was ooh-ing and ah-ing over it and I wanted to kill him for drawing attention to me. LOL
of Belgian chocolate from Bruges and ate all kinds of chocolate pastries in Germany. Unfortunately, these days, with a newly discovered lactose intolerance, I’m tending more toward dark chocolate, which isn’t a bad thing, but man I do miss Reese’s Cups and Baby Ruths!
valentines went up on the first of February, and each day, usually before we went home, each child could guess which valentine was his/hers. To keep us engaged, Mrs. Sheffield would only say how many children in each row were correct in their guesses, so we never really knew until the final day, February 14th. When each child guessed that day, if they were right, Mrs. Sheffield would take the valentine down and give it to the child. If you were wrong, you got to guess until you guessed right. I guessed correctly right off the bat: mine was the face of a cat (everyone knew I loved cats, so I was pretty sure all along). I only remember one other child’s valentine. Her name was Becky and her valentine was a pair of 
lips because she kissed Mrs. Sheffield on the cheek each day when she left to go home. (So funny what you remember from childhood!)
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