Welcome back to another week’s installment of Jenna’s 411!
Book Chat ~ Cover Reveal!
It’s finally here! On Monday, at long last, I revealed the cover for my June release, Only Marriage Will Do. What do you think? I really love it, so romantic. I may very well keep it as my banner for my blog!
And as promised, here’s another excerpt from Only Marriage Will Do. We are a little further along in the book. Juliet has fled the threat of Viscount St. Cyr, heading north to her brother’s estate near Scotland. She stops for the night in a coaching inn some ways out of London:
The clock on the mantle chimed the quarter-hour. After one o’clock in the morning and, despite the excitement of the day, her escape from London, her afternoon nap and its disturbing dream, Juliet still couldn’t sleep.
After almost an hour of tossing and turning in her wretched bed, she’d sent Glynis to the kitchen to see if they had kept hot water over the fire. Perhaps a bath would soothe her enough to make sleep possible. Had she brought her lavender oil? So calming. Surely that would help.
She slipped on her robe and padded to her traveling trunk at the end of the bed. She lifted the lid and pulled out the box that held her soaps and perfumes. As she checked the vials, a tentative knock sounded at the door.
“Come in, Glynis.” She uncapped a vial and sniffed the contents. Jasmine. No. Not for the bath.
The door opened.
“Are they bringing the tub? I think the lavender oil will help me relax.”
“Very good, my lady.” The deep masculine voice froze her, vial in hand.
Her head snapped up.
A towering male figure stood shadowed in the doorway.
Dear God, Philippe had found her.
“Or is it Mrs. Dawson perhaps?”
No accent. He was not Philippe. A hired thug sent to kidnap her?
Strength drained away. She dropped the box and whirled around, seeking a way out of the room that suddenly seemed to close in on her.
Bottles crashed and the reek of jasmine filled the room. Juliet shrieked and stumbled back behind the bed. Trapped. Easy prey.
The man raced toward her, calling out something she couldn’t hear for the blood pounding in her ears. The candle he carried blew out. He cursed and reached for her.
“Nooo! Get away. Don’t touch me.” Slapping at his hands, she twisted to avoid him and landed with a thud, flat on her back. Air rushed out of her lungs.
He sped around the end of the bed.
She struggled to scream for Glynis, but produced only a high-pitched squeak.
The man knelt beside her.
Dear Lord, where was her rescuer now?
On the Home Front ~ Happy Birthday!
On Sunday we celebrated a very special birthday in our family. Our cat, Precious, is now 22 years old! We discovered her in a litter of kittens whose mother had died and whose owners had divorced and quit living at the house. They were about to starve and we took all five in. Precious is the last one living. Happy Birthday, sweet girl! We celebrated with chocolate cake for the humans and liver and catnip mice for the Kitty of Honor.
Jenna Fun Fact of the Week
This year for Easter I made a major sacrifice: I gave up bagels for Lent. Not the supreme sacrifice I have done in the past of either coffee or tea, but still high on my list of indispensable foods. So now they are back on my breakfast table (I’ve had one every morning since Easter) and I’m a very happy woman again. My absolute favorite is the everything bagel, but unfortunately I haven’t found them in a gluten-free bagel. But I have onion, berry and sourdough, as well as plain, so I’m not complaining at all!
So, how’s your week been?