Well our Fall weather is quickly turning to Indian Summer here in SW Louisiana. Cooler mornings the last couple of days faded to warmer temps getting up in the 80's. That's OK though....those cooler nights allow us to open windows and let lots of fresh air in!
Today's guest is not brand new to the blog. She shared some did an Eggcerpt Exchange on Thursday Thoughts a couple years ago so please welcome Alina back with her latest book!
Take it away, Alina....
While he’s haunting Miss Fenwick,
Miss Fenwick haunts him.
When the new Squire moves into Fenwick Manor, an
ex-army officer secretly searching the sprawling medieval wreck devises a plan.
First, the manor’s legendary ghost will chase servants away. Then, he’ll
convince the new residents to leave.
But the Squire’s spirited daughter soon has him
wondering if he might have found a perfect comrade in arms to help battle old
enemies and find the proof that will clear his family name.
Excerpt: “I would never hurt you or Sir Newton.”
He reached for her hand and squeezed it.
Her answering tremble passed through her
arm and into him.
Outside, the lightning and thunder had
died, but the rain slapped the window sharply. Like as not it had had turned to
sleet.
He slipped the edge of the blanket over
her shoulder and pulled her closer. “You’re cold as well.”
She angled her head and studied him. “Is
there truly treasure here?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is that why you’re here?”
Never confess. Money would be sweet, but
it wasn’t what he was looking for.
“You would steal it from us?”
It wasn’t stealing. If he found money, he
would merely be taking back from Sir Richard what was owed, what was needed to
save his brother’s life.
Digging deep, steeling himself, he gave
her the look he’d honed as a young officer, a look he’d used on his most
ill-disciplined men, the one he could hold observing a lashing…and for the
worst cases, a hanging.
She glared back at him, as fiercely
defiant as the worst denizens of the rookeries.
He shook his head and sighed.
“Does anything frighten you?” His hand
slipped lower, down her arm and under it, over a slim waist to a generous curve
that made his breath—and other parts of him—stir.
“Mr. Greggson’s attempt on my person was
alarming. I thank you for saving me.” A shudder went through her. “Would he
have attempted more than a kiss, do you think?”
His fingers moved of their own will,
softly stroking. “He’s not a man you should be alone with.”
“Yes, I do know that. You and my father
have both said so. But what about you, Freddy? Ought I to be alone with you?”
He’d never forced a woman, not ever. Not
even after the madness of battle had he succumbed to that primitive drive. He’d
done his duty to restore order within his men as well.
He’d understood their mad impulses
though.
“I am a gentleman, Tilly.”
She stirred. “Papa…has not been feeling
well, I think. I was ever so happy to see him out in the fresh air, but I’ve
worried so about him. Mr. Greggson doesn’t know that, but he does know I’m my
father’s only child. He seeks to coerce me into marriage because he’s after the
estate and its income, and whatever valuables may be found here, which when
Papa dies, he believes will be mine.” She let out a minty breath. “But you,
Captain Sanderford, you I believe would prefer just money and not my person
along with it.”
“Tilly—”
“And so, it would probably be wise for
you to unhand me.”
His hand tightened, bunching the cloth of
her robe. “Unhand you?”
She tilted her head and gazed at him,
almost an equal in height now that they were sitting. Her lips had parted a
fraction and locks of hair draped the deep blue of eyes that glistened in the
light from the candles.
“Oh, Tilly.” He dipped his head and
touched his lips to hers.
Softness. The scents of mint and soap and
lilac.
His chest pounded and every nerve in his
body roared. She hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t pushed, hadn’t slapped him.
Proceed
with caution, he
reminded himself. He pressed closer and slanted his lips, coaxing until her
mouth opened.
His hand strayed up, under her breast,
and he drew her against him.
What, besides parchment, was under the
high-necked gowns and the heavy robe?
Award winning author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree
in English and German literature, but she prefers the much happier world of
romance. Though her roots are in the Midwestern U.S., after six very, very,
very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked
back. She shares a midcentury home with her husband, her spunky, blonde,
rescued terrier, and the blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day
and decided the food was too good to leave.
She is the author of several Regency romances, including the 2014 Book
Buyer’s Best winner, Rosalyn’s Ring.
She is hard at work on her next series of Regency romances, but loves to hear
from readers!
Visit her at:
Amazon
Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Alina-K.-Field/e/B00DZHWOKY
Haunting Miss Fenwick is PG-13 heat level, releases next week, is on Pre-Order for only 99 cents! and can be purchased at Amazon, Kobo, B&N for Nook and Apple Books.
Wow....nice excerpt Alina! We certainly wish you the best of luck and God's blessings with your new release.
Hope you enjoyed today's post friends and that you'll check back weekly for Wednesday Words with Friends and Saturday Spotlight!
Until next time, take care and God bless!
PamT
2 comments:
Sounds like a fun read, Alina. I do love your Regencies.
Thank you for hosting me today, Pam, and thank you for your kind words, Diane! This was really a fun book to write, so I hope readers enjoy it.
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