Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors !
The Widow Wore Plaid has released!
This week I’m continuing snippets from The Widow Wore Plaid. 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 Kinellan has tried to allay Jane’s fears. Enjoy!
“Jane . . . come.” He put his arm around her and steered her toward the sofa.
Mopping her streaming eyes with the sleeve of her robe, she tried not to think of the muddle she’d made of her life. Despite his words just now, Kinellan must, of course, ask her to leave. If she wouldn’t budge on the marriage question, she would have to leave. He needed a wife and a legitimate heir. Two things he could not obtain if she were still underfoot.
They sat and he took her hands.
At his touch, tears pricked her eyes once more. Why did she choose this very moment to become a watering pot?
And a little more for good measure…
“Jane, I love you.”
The warmth and conviction in his voice, the loving look in his eyes completely undid her. Weeping outright for what she’d thought she’d lost, she covered her face with the folds of her robe to stem the tide. Oh, why could she not have brought a handkerchief?
Fortunately, he didn’t attempt to interfere, but waited with the patience of Job until she, with hitching sobs, could get herself in hand again.
“Better now, love?” Smiling kindly, he rubbed her back, his warm touch soothing her body and spirit.
She nodded, even though truthfully, she felt absolutely wretched.
“My love, despite what you thought you heard, I was not and would never voluntarily ask you to leave me.” He squeezed her hands, his smile broadening. “Before my fool cousin interrupted me, I believe I was about to say, I think you should give me another chance to change your mind about marrying me.”