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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?
Because the next scene in the book is R rated and not the necessary PG-13, I’m skipping ahead several chapters to the point the next day when Kinellan has taken Jane up to his family’s hunting lodge in the woods. Enjoy!
“As I told you, this lodge has been in use for hunting for almost seventy years. But it has had other uses as well.” The gleam in his eye brightened. “We had come up here hunting—oh, I was probably a lad of fifteen or so—and my father began a tale about courting my mother. He was well into his cups, mind you, but I wasn’t about to stop him.” Kinellan made a rueful face. “I might have made a different decision now, given the choice. I beg of you, when we have sons, please swear to me on your mother’s grave that you will not let me make such a complete fool of myself.”
Jane laughed and sipped more wine. “I will do my best, Kinellan, but you are a determined man.”
And a little more for good measure…
“You are a more determined woman, by far, so I beg of you to prevail no matter the cost. Anyway, he told me how he met my mother, and something of how he wooed her. Theirs was an arranged marriage, but they had met at a gathering like this one and had gotten along rather well.” Kinellan smiled at the memory. “Mother was ‘vera bonnie,’ as they say in the Highlands. So my father somehow persuaded her to ride out with him, not long before the wedding—much like I’ve done with you—and brought her to this lodge.” He gazed about and shook his head. “I expect it looked somewhat tidier then than now.”
Jane couldn’t repress a giggle. It certainly couldn’t have looked worse.
“He didn’t say if he packed a picnic or not, but they ended up here, ostensibly to show her the Falls and this property.” He paused. “I haven’t showed you the rest of the house yet, have I?”
“Well, we were rather busy with lunch.” A kind of peaceful feeling had stolen over Jane as he spoke. Part of it might be because Kinellan was making a connection with his past, in a way re-creating his father’s courtship. A sweet gesture she appreciated. It spoke well of the man she was about to marry.