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PORTRAIT OF A GENTLEMAN
A Damsels in Breeches Regency Novella
Approximately 35,000 words/90 pp
Heat Index: Spicy
Thankful for a possibility to leave London and shun a unwelcome advances of an fervent suitor, Abigail Prescott accepts an invitation to Brydmoor Castle to paint a mural of a reserved Viscount Devlin and his tiny son. A immature widow in straightened circumstances, she shortly finds herself ensconced in his home and a intent of his invariable attention.
Nathan Holt vows never to marry again. He's finished his avocation and has an heir. But when Abigail Prescott comes into his vicinity, a daily participation of her in his home becomes a enticement too tough to resist. Unable to repudiate himself any longer, he starts his betrayal of her in earnest, usually to find that once will never be enough.
EXCERPT:
Candles flickered in their holders, a shadows dancing on a walls and opposite a large mill abode in a Great Hall. It was late. Abigail had been nervous fibbing in bed and motionless to come downstairs. Perhaps she could supplement some of a finishing touches to a scarcely finished mural of Nathan and William.
"Couldn't sleep?" The low voice echoed in a proportions of a hall.
Abigail gasped and whirled around in time to see Nathan emerge from a shadows. "You fearful me," she said, her possess voice breathless in her ears. Warily, she watched his approach; his organisation step shrill in a hush of a night.
He walked true toward her, his eyes holding hers in a demeanour as aged as time itself. Her stomach plummeted and her skin tingled opposite a silky fabric of her nightgown. Since she'd seen him last, he'd private his cloak and neckcloth and his shirt was unbuttoned during a throat. He'd apparently not left to bed yet, late as it was.
Standing before her, he took a paintbrush from her baggy fingers and set it on a list subsequent to a easel. "I couldn't nap either," he said, his voice low and rough. "All we could consider about was . . . this."
Product Details
- Published on: 2012-03-08
- Released on: 2012-03-08
- Format: Kindle eBook
- Number of items: 1
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