“Let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”
Welcome back to Sweet Nothings! It’s a little shadow of Sweet Saturday Samples, until that sweet treat starts back up. Until that happens, here’s 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 from the beginning of the second book of the House of Pleasure series, Only Marriage Will Do. I’m finishing up my revision to this work this weekend.
“Whatever is the matter, my dear?” Hell if he knew. But five years as a captain with the 44th Regiment of Foot would stand him in good stead, no matter what might be required of him. He could play his part, even with little information. Let the lady lead and he’d follow as well as he could.
By the way she darted glances at the man, something about him terrified her or perhaps some threat he carried. Already spoiling for a fight, he’d gladly make short work of the fop either way.
The woman’s lips jerked into a smile, then she took a deep breath. “My dear,” she nodded toward the other man, “may I present Viscount St. Cyr? Philippe, this is my husband, the Earl of Manning.”
What the hell was this all about? Was this woman actually married to Jack Fitzwilliam? Steady. Don’t tip your hand. Bowing to the man he said simply, “My lord.” His “wife’s” smile still appeared somewhat strained.
“Philippe and I were betrothed for a short time last year, my dear. Before the scandal.” Her eyes blazed at St. Cyr, who had the grace to look discomfited.
“That was none of my doing, Juliet. My father broke the betrothal, not I.”
“But you did not fight for me, Philippe. Not a single protest. The servants who returned told me so. Did you think they did not know?” Juliet’s eyes narrowed, light sarcasm filled her voice. “And when our marriage no longer pleased your father, I no longer existed for you.”
“Juliet! That is not true.” St. Cyr’s hand drifted out, as though he would take hers. “I thought of nothing but you, cherie, the whole long year we have been apart.”
Amiable pulled her toward him and glared at the shorter man. He deepened his frown to a glower. “That is hardly your concern now, my lord. The lady is my wife and however much you may regret losing her, I must ask you to refrain from such statements of affection lest it become a matter of honor.”
By God, if he had to face this popinjay in a duel he would do it. It mattered little he did not know the lady. Any man who tried to force himself on a woman was nothing more than a hell-hound of the first order. The man’s frivolous dress and arrogant attitude—anathema to his own personal sensibilities—seemed more than ample reason to meet the man.
A superior sneer raised the Frenchman’s upper lip. “Oh, but it is my concern, my lord. I have the prior claim to dear Juliet. In fact, I must insist you remove your hands from my wife immediately!”
Please forgive me for being a bit over the limit today. I really wanted to get to that stopping point! LOL Okay, so now it’s your turn to share a “Sweet Nothing.” 🙂