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The Widow Wore Plaid has released!
It released on Tuesday and I’ve been busy promoting it, so this week I’m continuing snippets from it. It’s the sixth and final book of The Widows’ Club series and I’m truly very excited to share it with you again.
The Battle of Waterloo made them widows, but each has found new happiness. And Jane, Lady John Tarkington, intends to keep her freedom, even if love—and one particular gentleman—are determined to claim her heart . . .
It is a truth rarely acknowledged—at least in public—that a wealthy widow is free to pursue a great many adventures. For two years, Jane has privately enjoyed her independence. Why should she remarry, even when the gentleman proposing is as wonderful as Gareth, Lord Kinellan? She entreats him never to ask her again. But as her Widows’ Club friends—now all joyfully remarried—gather at Castle Kinellan, Jane begins to wonder if stubbornness has led her to make a terrible mistake . . .
Kinellan needs a wife to give him an heir, and he wants that wife to be Jane. They are perfect together in every way, yet she continually refuses him. Just as he is on the point of convincing her, a series of accidents befall Gareth and point to an enemy in their midst. He has promised Jane a passionate future filled with devotion, but can he keep them both alive long enough to secure it?
I’m continuing on from last week’s snippet, where Jane accuses Kinellan of wanting her gone from Castle Kinellan. Enjoy!
Astonishment lit Kinellan’s face, frank surprise replacing the dark scowl. “What are you talking about, Jane? You are not speaking sense. Why do you think I have asked you to leave?”
“You have not asked me yet, but you are going to.” It hurt too much to look into his beloved face any longer, so she pulled away from his hands and dropped her gaze to study the pretty patterned rug beneath their feet. “Tonight, out in the garden.” She swallowed hard, an agony of unshed tears in her throat. “I heard it in your voice just before we were interrupted.”
And a little more for good measure…
“Sweetheart, listen to me.” He gripped her shoulders, ducking his head to try to peer into her face. “I was never going to ask you to leave. If you must believe anything, believe that.” With a sigh, he released her. “It took me nearly a year to get you here. Do you think I would let all that energy and conniving go to waste? I’ve only just begun to persuade you.”
With something akin to hope, she sneaked a look at him. The tender regard she found there brought on more tears. And a ray of hope.