Here we go again. It’s five weeks and three days until Desiring Lady Caro, book #4 in The Marriage Game releases. So today, post an excerpt from the third page of chapter five of what ever book or WIP you wish. Feel free to post buy links as well.
Caro swallowed. “Yes, I understand. I’m not afraid.”
He shifted slightly so his back was to the door and she was shielded from sight. Bending toward her, he tilted her chin up, forcing her to once more meet his gaze. Di Venier’s angry voice echoed down the corridor.
Huntley whispered, “The marchese will be here in a moment. I’m going to place my lips very close to yours, but I won’t kiss you. Ready?”
“Yes,” she said, so quietly he may not have actually heard it.
The door swung open, crashing against the wall before bouncing back. Di Venier’s voice was full of rage. “Where is Lady Caroline?”
Huntley turned. Before he could open his mouth to reply, his cousin drew himself up and, with all the authority of a bishop of the English church, said, “I suppose you are referring to the Countess of Huntley.”
Caro’s knees buckled. Huntley grabbed her waist. Everard sidled close to them and pressed a ring against Huntley’s hand.
Huntley took Caro’s left hand, sliding the ring on her finger. “I’m sorry.”
“Contessa?” di Venier roared. “What do you mean? When?”
Everard’s usually jovial countenance maintained the haughty dignity of his ecclesiastic rank. “I completed the ceremony not long before you came so rudely through the door.” He flicked a hand in dismissal. “Now, sir, you may leave us.”
Di Venier’s face blackened. “You? Who are you to tell me what to do?”
Everard was giving the Marchese di Venier his full title and honors when a well-bred English female voice intruded and said sweetly, “Oh, there you are, Bishop. I’ve been looking for you.”
Everard smiled and bowed. “Lady Bentley, how are you to-day?”
“Quite well, thank you.” She craned her short neck for a better look into the room. “If you don’t mind my asking, what is going on? Your voices can be heard all over the building.”
Di Venier turned and stared at Lady Bentley. “This man is truly a bishop?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my, yes. Of course he is.