It’s Monday and your turn to sparkle. Since I’m doing a countdown to when I leave for Nationals, and it’s in fourteen days, post an excerpt no more than fourteen sentences long. Add your buy links if you have them, if not a link to your website or blog.
Here is mind from the Secret Life of Miss Anna Marsh, book #2 in The Marriage Game.
The innocent expression in Miss Marsh’s large blue eyes belied the stubborn set of her lips. Rutherford turned his choking laughter into a cough and looked down so she couldn’t see his expression.
When he raised his head, she was in negotiations about something with Lady Marsh. He took the time to admire her. As always, Anna was elegantly attired. She wore a day gown in printed mulberry, and he could make out the lean lines of her slender figure. Lately, his fingers had itched to touch her in ways they never had before.
Gleaming chestnut curls were allowed to escape the loose knot held by combs at the back of her head. During the past year, her heart-shaped face had lost much of its youthful roundness. When she stood, the top of her head was below his collarbone. Rutherford had kicked himself at least a dozen times in the last few weeks for not having made a move to engage her affections sooner.
He had simply always just assumed she’d be available when he was ready, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. To his chagrin, after Anna had made it very clear he’d have to win her heart, he’d noticed other gentlemen of his ilk also vying for her hand. He wished she’d go home to Kent where he’d have a better chance. At least he’d have her alone.