Coming this Wednesday from Soul Mate Publishing, Available on Amazon.
Excerpt:
Who was
this man?
His hair was slick and dark, the way rain-soaked
pavement looked at night, and thick pieces clung damply to his brow. She
allowed her gaze to drop down to his breeches, which were soaked through and
clinging to the long muscles of his thighs and ...
Ambrosia abruptly shifted her eyes back up, her face
hot with embarrassment. She felt a bit as if she might swoon, but the vision of
being found in a most improper heap on the floor, in the company of the
opposite sex, was enough to keep her upright.
His smile widened, revealing rows of straight, white
pearls for teeth. “You must be hiding from someone? That’s the only reason
ladies seek cover in libraries alone during parties. Is it a scorned lover? Jilted
fiancé?” He chuckled lightly. The deep, resonating sound did strange things to
her stomach.
Censorious
friend? Meddling mother? “Something
of the sort,” she stammered. Suddenly it was as if all sense of the English
language deserted her. And since when had she started to stammer?
He took a step toward her, still slow and deliberate
with his movements. “You seem nervous. Perhaps you would feel a bit more
comfortable if we properly introduced ourselves.”
She simply shook her head, doubting her ability to
form a sensible word.
He raised a cocky eyebrow. “After seeing me in such
a state, I think it’s only civilized that we exchange introductions. After all,
you already know quite a bit about me and I know practically nothing about you.”
The argument seemed almost rational when he put it
like that. And Ambrosia whole heartedly agreed with his deduction. In the past
few moments, she had learned quite a lot about him, actually. She knew he was
handsome as the devil, sculpted like a Greek god, and clearly unaffected by the
gross impropriety of their current situation.
She swallowed, taking time to find her voice. “I
think it is best if we don’t talk.”
He was close enough now that she could distinguish
more of the details in his face. His features were so angular; staring at him
was truly a study in geometry. With high cheekbones, a strong chin, and an even
stronger squared jaw, it was hard to look away. But it was his eyes that
demanded her attention. Framed with thick black lashes, his were a unique shade
of hazel—a virtual kaleidoscope of
color, with gold flecks playing about them.
And every bit as devilish as his smile.
“I’m glad to hear you feel that way. I couldn’t
agree more,” he replied in a husky voice. He was close now, so close she could
smell the rain on him. He looked down from heavy eyelids to meet her gaze. Then
he bent his head and crushed his lips against hers.
About the Author:
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Jessica
Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of
it—almost Chicago. She is heavily
inspired by the classic sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take
those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and
comedy. Visit her at http://www.jessicajefferson.com for more of her random
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