For the next several weeks I’ll be sharing snippets from my upcoming Regency What a Widow Wants, Book 3 of The Widows’ Club series that will release on December 18.
At the beginning of the book, Lady Fanny Tarkington has emerged from her widow’s weeds to attend a masquerade ball dressed as the goddess Aphrodite. She’d spreading her wings, happy to be out in society again and free to flirt and frolic with gentlemen. Let’s go see who she meets.
(Creative punctuation utilized to conform to WWW rules and snippet may therefore be slightly different from published version.)
About to head for the dazzling sultan, Fanny glanced about one more time, just to make sure no one else interesting had entered the ballroom, when she caught sight of two identically dressed men bearing down on her. Dark-haired, tall, and broad-shouldered—with shoulders and arms almost bared beneath a thin cape trimmed in gold braid—their slim hips covered in a skirt resembling a pleated kilt of white linen, showing off shapely legs in white stockings and sandals, the duo was breathtaking. Before she could blink they stood beside her, true Greek gods in beauty and stature. Her evening had just taken a most satisfactory turn. A pity their faces were obscured with identical silver half-masks, embossed with a cantering horse across the forehead. She’d wager they were equally handsome underneath.
“Goddess Aphrodite, we greet you in the name of our father, Zeus.” The twin closest to her bowed and grasped her hand.
Suddenly unnerved by his very large, looming presence, she stepped back, trying to pull away but to no avail–the rogue held tight to her hand and raised it to his lips. “Do not be alarmed, my dear; we come to honor you with a request for the next set.”
Widowed by the Battle of Waterloo, the ladies of Lyttlefield Park are returning to London society—with their futures in their own hands . . .
The widowed Lady Stephen Tarkington, Fanny to her friends, has finished mourning her cad of a husband and is ready to enjoy her freedom. The kind of freedom neither a gently bred miss nor a close-watched wife is permitted: dressing up as Aphrodite for a masquerade, drawing gentlemen away from the party, and hinting at late-night assignations with her dance partners. All is going pleasurably according to plan—until the Roman god Fanny kisses during a masquerade turns out to be Matthew, Lord Lathbury, whose proposal she refused years ago . . .
Lathbury is charming, passionate, inventive, everything Fanny wants in a lover—but unfortunately, he’s on the hunt for a wife. He’s more than willing to use all his wicked skills to persuade her back to the altar, but he can’t wait forever. And now Fanny’s position is more precarious than she once thought. If the tongues of the ton set to wagging, it’s possible no offer in the world will save her from ruin. But does she want to be saved? . .
The Widows’ Club series by Jenna Jaxon