This has been a fairly quite week. I’m almost finished writing book #6 of The Marriage Game and I received the copy edits for Enticing Miss Eugénie Villaret, which will release in August.
Because of my thumb, which I managed to sprain twice; once skiing and then again paddle boarding in strong winds, I’ve not been able to take many pictures this week.
Desiring Lady Caro releases a month from tomorrow, so I’ll leave you with a short excerpt from page 30 and the cover.
Horatia took a breath. “Did he say what it was about?”
“No, my lady.”
Rising, she shook out her skirts. “Very well, show him into my study and tell him I shall be with him directly. Place two footmen inside the door.”
He bowed again. “Yes, my lady.”
Horatia turned to them, her face tight with worry. “This cannot be good. The duke has never come here before. Caro, my dear, you may have run out of time. Make your plans.”
Back straight, Horatia went to meet the duke.
When Huntley turned back to Caro, her countenance was alive with tension. She glanced at him. “What could he want?”
Rapidly reviewing their options, Huntley said, “Let me take you back to England.”
Her eyes flew open like a wild animal ready to flee, yet her voice was firm. “No.”
That was obviously not a good suggestion. Very well, then, not England. He rapidly reviewed the places he could escort her to and not cause a scandal or have them be forced into marriage. Caro wouldn’t appreciate that at all. Where? “Paris is an option.”
Caro strode the length of the balcony and back, skirts snapping around her ankles. After a few moments she stopped. Her lips set into a line. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”
He kept is voice even. “Not one I can see.”
She blinked rapidly, then picked up her cup and sipped. “Very well. When would you like to depart?”
Horatia returned to the balcony. Small lines bracketed her lips as she tightened them. Her fine eyes flashed in anger. “You’d better leave as soon as possible. The duke was here to make a formal offer for your hand on the behalf of his grandson, the Marchese di Venier. It was not an offer he was prepared to see refused.” She took a breath and continued, her voice grave. “I told the duke it was impossible for you to marry the marchese as you were already betrothed to Huntley.”
Have a wonderful week!