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 Jane has finally said “Yes!” This snippet is maybe skirting around the PG-13 rating, so prepare for some heat. 🙂
He pulled her face away from his chest and peered into it, excitement growing in his eyes. “Can you please repeat that, love? I really couldn’t hear properly and I want to savor this answer.”
She wiped her face on her sleeve yet again—the silk now ruined beyond repair—looked him squarely in the eyes with all the love she possessed, and said, “Yes, Kinellan, I will marry you.”
His smile widened until it threatened to stretch to the moon. Gently, he placed his hands on either side of her head and brought her to within an inch of his face. “You have just made me the happiest man in the world, my love.” He drew her the rest of the way and pressed his lips to hers.
And a little more for good measure…
With that soft touch, Jane lost control. He was hers now. Forever. She pressed back frantically, suddenly hungry not for just his lips, but for all of him Mine. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, eliciting a sensual growl from him that heated her body in an instant.
Without breaking the kiss he gathered her in his arms, stood, and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently on the soft cream coverlet, he let her legs dangle over the edge.
She held him long enough to tease some more, flitting around his mouth, easing partway out, then slowly sliding back in.
Groaning, he straightened, breaking the kiss.
Jane gazed up at him, her most intimate parts throbbing with the need for him.
He shrugged off his banyan, revealing his magnificent naked body.
Her breasts swelled at the sight, aching for his touch. His slow, sensual smile as he gazed at her heated every inch of her.
Kinellan slid his hands up, over her breasts, making her moan as he traced around the sensitive nipples. Then bit by bit, he peeled the front panels of the silk dressing gown away from each breast. The excruciating slowness with which he revealed her breasts, covered now only by the thinnest of silk nightgowns, and the avid interest in every inch revealed stoked the fire at Jane’s core until she lay moaning, “Kinellan.”