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Excerpt from my romantic suspense thriller, Mist. Available in both eBook and paperback. http://www.amazon.com/supernatural-thriller-combining-mystery-romance-ebook/dp/B009PR439S/
“I have to get home. I’ve got a dinner date.”
“Oh?” Jealousy pricks my every nerve. I keep my back to Kevin while I get out a vase, fill it with water and arrange the bouquet of roses inside. He sent me flowers, for crying out loud. He asked me to marry him. What’s he doing going on a date? What made me think I could ever trust him?
“Her name’s Sophelia.”
“Sophelia?” Sounds French. And slutty.
“Mmm-hmmm.”
Oooh, I don’t like the way his ‘mmm-hmmm’ sounds.
“She has long, black hair.”
Definitely a French bimbo – I’ll bet she doesn’t even shave her legs. Or her armpits. She probably doesn’t wear deodorant either. What a disgusting, hairy slut.
I don’t get it. He has a fiancé now. I know the whole commitment thing between us literally happened overnight, but still, why doesn’t he just call and cancel his “date”?
“You can use my phone to cancel.” I try to keep the emotion out of my voice.
Apparently I am not successful. Kevin grabs my shoulders and turns me to face him. “You’re jealous.”
“Well, duh.” I can’t bring myself to look at his face. “What are you doing having a date?”
“Sweetheart, I’m teasing you.”
I look up into his eyes. They’re twinkling like crazy.
“Sophelia’s my cat.”
“Oh.” I feel really stupid and embarrassed. So I punch him.
“Ouch.” He rubs his bicep, pretending to seriously be injured. “Guess I had that one coming.”
Abridged Extract from Tangled Love
Tangled Love is set in England in Queen Anne Stuart’s reign: 1702-1714
By
Rosemary Morris
(Note. The heroine, pretending to be a servant, armed with a pistol to protect any assault on her virtue, has mistaken Alban Viscount Chesney for the tax inspector. Chesney has seen through her disguise. Bellemont is the name of the heroine’s estate.)
The coach bumped violently over a deep rut. The hood slipped from the girl’s head. Chesney braced his feet. In spite of a jolt which threw her across the coach she managed to clutch the pistol with one hand….
Chesney shuddered. The pistol pointed down toward his genitals. He quailed for a split second before he grasped her slender wrist hard enough to release the weapon, which slipped from her grasp. He put his foot on it. ‘Odds fish, you are a minx. Be grateful to me for not summoning the constable,’ he teased.
The coach drew to a halt. Chesney flicked open his gold snuffbox. He feigned interest in its contents before he grinned. ‘Perchance we will meet at Bellemont,’ he said in a smooth voice.
‘Bellemont! Why are you going to Bellemont?’…
‘I am not obliged to explain my reason to you but I assure you it is a good one. Words fail you. I am not surprised.’ He smiled. ‘Forgive me. Although I am sorry to witness your distress, I must take my leave.’
An outrider let the steps down for his bold but delectable companion.
‘You forgot something.’
‘What?’ she asked her voice sharp as the silken hiss of sword blade against sword blade.
‘Your pistol.’ With an exaggerated flourish, he handed it to her. ‘If you wish to vent your spleen, shoot me, but I fear such an extreme measure will not help your mistress.’
‘Will you help her?’
‘Alas! I am unable to reduce her taxes for I am not Lord Greaves.’
‘Why did you not confess earlier?’ Her eyes darkened like sky before a storm. ‘You are not a gentleman,’
‘Oh, I am a gentleman but I am certain you are not a servant.’
‘If you are not Lord Greaves, who are you?’
Chesney chuckled. He did not reply.
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Oh, that's funny!.
Cute! Glad she did not try to fire the pistol. Doesn't sound as though she knows how to handle one.
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Many Feathers has joined the Coleman family for dinner. Malene and Adie's parents have joined them. Virginia is the youngest Coleman daughter.
Many Feathers placed his napkin on his lap, took a spoonful of peas, a spoonful of potatoes, and a slice of ham. He stared at the pickled apples for a moment while he decided if he wanted to try one. A single ring made its way to his plate. He took three of the baby cabbages, and realized Virginia didn't have one. He found the smallest one and put it on her plate before he passed the plate.
He leaned over and whispered, "Try it. I promise they taste terrible."
She giggled and passed him the butter.
He put a small amount of butter on the small plate next to his roll. He had to prove he was worthy of Malene. She didn't need a wealthy white man. She needed someone who loved her for herself.
Virginia popped the whole little cabbage in her mouth, chewed, shuddered, and swallowed.
It took everything he had to swallow what was in his mouth and not choke on it from the laughter he kept to himself. He leaned over to her and, in a low voice, said, "I never lie."
Malene looked at him, and he could tell by the smirk on her face that she, too, wanted to laugh.
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