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?
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!
“Let me show you now–there’s not a lot left to see.” He stood and held out his hand.
With a small groan, Jane rose from her comfortable seat and took it.
“The fireplace area serves as both kitchen and dining rooms and that bedroom under the stairs was always mine when I was a boy.” He led her to the stairs. “Up here are the rest of the bedrooms.”
“Do we really need to see those?” Stifling a yawn, Jane tried to keep her eyes open. The lovely meal and the excellent wine had put her in need of a nap.
“You look as though a bed is what you want, love.”
And a little more for good measure…
He put his arm around her shoulders and helped her up the stairs to the corridor with three doors on one side and one on the other. “These were all bedchambers for the hunters.” He opened the three doors on the left and she stuck her head into each room, all very plain, each with a rough chest and two single beds.
“And the men would stay here how long to hunt?” The primitive accommodations did not instill confidence in Jane. She’d likely not make it here a single night.
“According to my father, sometimes a week or more.”
Grimacing, Jane moved to the single door on the right. “What room is this?”
“That chamber is reserved for the Kinellan.” He opened the door and ushered her in.
Much larger than the others, this room boasted a large double-sized poster bed with curtains around its four sides made of what once was a costly blue brocade fabric, though now faded and dusty looking. At the time they were new they must have been quite elegant. The walls of this chamber were not Spartan as the other rooms, but decorated with several sets of deer antlers, a portrait of some Seton ancestor, she assumed, and an ancient broadsword hung beneath the Seton coat of arms. A chest-on-chest and a wardrobe gave the room an aura of sophistication after the other sparsely furnished rooms.
“I see the Kinellan likes his luxuries.” She ran her hand over the comforter and pressed down on the mattress, testing the bed. “Although this mattress is quite lumpy.”
“Really?” Kinellan suddenly loomed overtop of her and she caught her breath. “That could be unfortunate.”