We left at 9:30 this morning and loaded both the kids in the car to go see are Alma mater, The University of Alabama aka The Crimson Tide, play football. The game was great but I am exhausted!!! Keeping an eye on two young boys at a football game will do that to you. I plan to get up early in the morning to work on the second Once Upon A Rogue book, but I thought I would read a little of the first book before I went to bed to get me in the zone for writing tomorrow. As I was reading I was struck with how different Colin and Nathan, the Duke of Scarsdale, are. But they do share in common the one undeniable need of the love of a good woman to melt their hearts and bend their wills! “I don’t suppose this day can get any worse or more embarrassing,” Lady Amelia mumbled under her breath. “I would not say that,” Colin replied as he struggled not to slide his hand up her delicate ankle to her inviting slender calve. “Whenever I’ve declared a day cannot get worse it invariably does.” With determination, he focused his gaze on the sole of her shoe, which was in a sad, threadbare state. Damnation. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to get Harthorne to borrow some money from him. Better yet, if he could think of a way to give it to his friend and make it not seem a gift, so Harthorne would take it, Colin would. He gripped the stone lodged in Lady Amelia’s shoe and yanked it out before gently setting her foot down. As he released her ankle, his fingers brushed across her silken skin. When he raised his gaze, he found her staring at him, mouth parted slightly and eyes wide. Heat rose in his body. Clenching his teeth at the reaction, he rose and held the stone out to her. “I believe this is yours.” “Yes, it’s my favorite stone. Silly of me to try to keep it there,” she said with a laugh that made him smile in return. “I fear the stone left a hole in your boot. You may want to get rid of that pair.” She bit her lip, confirming his suspicion that it was likely her only pair. Releasing her bother’s arm, she shook out her skirts and raised a hand to her half-dry hair, a frown tugging at her lips. “I must look a fright. I’ll go make myself presentable.” “You look lovely,” Colin said, meaning it. He couldn’t believe he had not recognized her beauty right away. Here in the bright sunlight there was no denying her exquisite bone structure. “I do believe your eyesight must be deteriorating, Your Grace,” she said, turning to leave. “I see perfectly,” he said to her back and chuckled when she faltered in her step but then continued on. He turned to find Harthorne studying him. “What?” Colin demanded, feeling as if he had just been caught flirting like a school boy with Harthorne’s sister, yet Harthorne’s face held an inquisitive look, not an angry one. “You’re slipping, Aversley.” “I don’t have any idea what you mean,” Colin snapped, though he suspected it had to do with Lady Amelia. Harthorne grinned. “You just showed your kind side to my sister. Your act as a cold-hearted duke is slipping.” “It’s not an act,” Colin replied. “My heart is cold, but my bed is warm.” amzn/B00MRGW2EC
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 05:22:45 +0000
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