Today, show me the first time your hero and heroine meet. Feel free to post buy links if you are published, or social media links if you are pre-published.
My excerpt is from A Kiss for Lady Mary which will release on May 26th.
As they followed the butler down a long corridor, Kit couldn’t help noticing that the carpets were clean and in good repair, the woodwork gleamed and the wall sconces sparkled. The walls appeared recently painted, as well.
Simmons opened a door, and bowed as Kit and Doust entered the room.
“Lady Eunice and Lady Mary,” the rector said, “how are you doing this afternoon?”
The older woman rose. “We are quite well, Mr. Doust.” When her gaze lit on Kit, a line appeared between her brows, then disappeared. She smiled as if she’d been expecting him. “Mr. Featherton, how good of you to bring our dear friend with you.”
A younger woman standing in front of the French windows started, then stared at him with the same silver eyes that had haunted his dreams. Her golden hair was dressed in a simple knot, loose curls framed her oval face, and her countenance had changed from a friendly smile to a mask of fear.
What, by all that was holy, was Lady Mary Tolliver doing pretending to be his wife?
Of all the females in England, she was the last one he’d expected to see at Rose Hill. Even when he had heard the name, he would never have suspected her. Something was vastly wrong with this situation, and he had many more questions than answers. Prime among his concerns was the question of why in the bloody hell she was here in the first place. Almost no one outside of his family even knew he owned this property. A rage he’d never experienced before rose within him. What a fool he was, spending the past couple of years mooning over a fraud. Had she planned to trap him into marriage? If enough people knew, Lady Bellamny for one, he might have to wed Lady Mary, but Kit would make her regret it.
Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he set a pleasant smile on his face and strode toward her. When he was no more than a foot away, he took her hands, raising one, then the other, to his lips and placed lingering kisses on each palm. Damn the butler for having left the door open and Doust being there at all. There was nothing for it, but to play his part. “Aren’t you happy to see your husband, my dear?” Lowering her voice so that only she could hear, he added. “And are you prepared for the consequences?”
Now it’s your turn.