Sweet Nothings–11/23/13 Only Marriage Will Do


“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.” 🙂

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5 Responses to Sweet Nothings–11/23/13 Only Marriage Will Do

  1. Great excerpts!! Here is mine from The Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh, which released on November 7th.
    Anna reached the morning room door and stopped when she heard Marcus ask how Sebastian felt about her. Mama always said one should never eavesdrop, but this was too tempting not to. Then he spoke, and Anna wished she’d not given in to the lure. If Sebastian expected her to be comfortable and take her lead from him, he didn’t know her at all. If that was what he wanted in a wife, it was not she. Even if she “came around,” she wouldn’t be what he wanted, and did she really wish to marry him at all? When had he become so stodgy?
    She’d never even thought of marrying anyone but Sebastian. Her head swam for a moment as the reality of what he’d said struck her. He’d never be her husband. The dream she’d had since childhood of her future shattered like thin ice. She rapidly blinked back the tears pricking her eyes. She’d never felt so lost.
    “Anna, there you are.” Phoebe said. “I’m glad you found the way.”
    Anna took a breath and smiled before turning to her friend. “It was really no problem at all. I’m very good with directions.”
    “If you don’t mind, I want to see Marcus before our stroll in the gardens.”
    “Not at all.”
    Anna and Phoebe entered the morning room. Sebastian and Marcus both stood. Marcus said something about walking with them. Anna prayed the gentlemen would not accompany Phoebe and her. When Marcus changed his mind, Anna let out a little breath of relief. She really could not deal with Sebastian right now. Not after what she’d overheard and when her feelings were so raw.

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  2. Great excerpt. I’ve tweeted.
    Thank you. Here’s mine from Viking Fire – historical romance

    “The bedchambers are upstairs.”
    “Lead the way, then, my lady.” He grinned. His smile did not falter her resolve to be rid of him; instead, she stomped each foot on the stone steps.
    “Our room.” She waved her hand as she stood at the threshold.
    He moved passed her and into the room. “Tis the first you admit we marry.”
    “No. I said no such—”
    He pulled her in his embrace and she went rigid. She opened her mouth to scream, but as she drew a breath, his lips crushed hers. Tingles of warmth crept from inside her to the tips of her toes. Her mind raced, demanding she be free, while her traitorous body melted in his arms. His kiss became gentle and sparked a craving inside her for more. His mouth opened, offering her to taste secrets. She slackened against him as his tongue played across her lips, stroking, and numbing her thoughts. He did not force his way further, but ended the kiss with her lips yearning for his. Then he stepped back.
    “Your lips and eyes speak of your love.” He beamed at her frown. “Now I am sure of your passion for me.”
    “No.” That was enough! He had overstepped his bounds with his prideful arrogant assumptions. “You are mistaken; I wish to never marry you.” She would not fall in love with him. No matter his handsome face. She must not allow herself to acknowledge that she liked it when he kissed her. She would never be free if he became the laird over her.
    “Aye, your kiss spoke more than you know.” He chuckled and held her hand kissing her palm. “In time the rest of you will agree as well.”


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