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?
This scene is leading up to another R-rated one, so I had to cut it off at a most inopportune moment. 🙂 Enjoy!
“Unfortunate?” Her voice rose to a squeak as he tipped her head back and lowered his mouth to hers.
The insistence of his lips, the tension in his body, and the bulge in his buckskins all told of his desire.
So much the better.
She pressed back, slipping her tongue between his lips, eliciting a throaty growl from him. Drowsiness fled as her body heated, craving his heat as well. She pressed herself against him, as always the mere feel of his sinewy strength enough to arouse her passion.
And a little more for good measure…
He’d begun an exploration of her shoulders, slipping his hands over them, down to span her waist, until he slid them farther and cupped her bottom. Even through all the layers of her clothing his touch set her aflame. “I want you, Jane.” His raspy whisper in her ear sent a shiver of lust through her. “I’ve wanted you ever since I left your bed this morning.”
“I want you too, Gareth.” Molten desire licked through her veins. She must have him or her body would burst into flame.