I’ve just published His One True Passion, my new Regency romance. If you love a man who loves a woman, and is prepared to do anything it takes to win her, you’ll love Major Lord Cambwell.
Here’s an excerpt…
Excerpt: Regency romance is romantic…
His warmth surrounded her. She felt as if she were somewhere she belonged, and although she knew that she should move away from him, she couldn’t. She was making a memory of what it felt like to be in his arms.
“Frances…” he bent his head, and nuzzled her cheek.
She didn’t pull away when his mouth closed over hers. She couldn’t. She opened her mouth slightly, but he didn’t take the invitation. He was content to kiss her gently, allowing her to become accustomed to his taste and scent. He smelled of leather, and of sandalwood and lime. And of himself.
Completely relaxed, she enjoyed him.
Later, Frances never knew what had come over her. “Stay with me,” she whispered, when his arms loosened.
He didn’t need her to say anything else. He scooped her up, and kicked the front door closed with his heel.
If she’d wanted to, she knew that she could call a halt to what was happening between them. She didn’t want to. She wanted him, and admitted it to herself without shame. This was all they would ever have, after all.
For several long moments, he stood in his bedroom, and gazed into her eyes. “You’re sure?”
“I want you — I’ve… I need you.” It was hard to speak. She tried to put what she felt into her gaze.
In their years in India, she could count the times that Alaric had come to her bed on the fingers of one hand. He came when he was drunk — suddenly he was there. He tore her nightgown, always, then plunged into her. Afterward, when he’d stopped panting, he lay as if he were dead, while she did her best not to move, not even to breathe.
The next day, he made no mention of what had happened, and it was always months before it happened again.
Somehow she knew that with Peter it would be different.