Could a rogue be her knight in shining
armor?
Mary Cavendish’s corset is already too tight. All the lovely
Christmas food is tempting her, and that’s bad news for her dream of attracting
a “knight on a white charger” — not that volunteering at the parish
hospital is how she expects to meet him. Enter a mysterious Christmas Eve
patient, who is none other than the famous Shakespearean actor Sir Wesley
Samuel Darcy. Mary finds him arrogant, too forward… and maddeningly handsome.
When Mary learns Sir Wesley has been invited to spend Christmas
with her family at Rougemont, she vows to resist the charming London rogue.
Wesley thinks finding the perfect present for Miss Cavendish will tempt her —
she’s not as prim as she pretends to be. Mary turned down six proposals last
Season, and she’s not about to give in to a rake. But if Mary can’t resist the
sugarplums, how can she resist the dashing Sir Wesley?
EXCERPT
Mary returned to find Rebecca Montegue laughing, in
magical baby peals that probably summoned pixies and springtime. Granted, she
didn’t know any better. Then Mary saw why: Sir Wesley puffed out his
cheeks and crossed his eyes, then blew air in a rude noise Rebecca found
hilarious.
The earth spun all its seasons at once then returned to the
present, and there stood Mary, changed in that long, long second. She couldn’t
hate him. Truth be told, she had no choice but to like him.
Resigned, she knelt at his side. Tucking the baby close with his
good arm, he held out the other and shrugged out of the sleeve. What a
difference a bath made, with his skin toasty warm from the fire, with gold and
shadow highlighting an impressive musculature she must run her fingers all
over. “Oh, bugger,” she muttered despite herself as she unwrapped the bandage,
damp from his bath.
“I’m not going to apologize for kissing you, Mary.”
Her throat squeaked at his unpredicted frankness. “None of the
sutures have burst, but you did make it bleed.”
“Well worth it.” Worth lifting her over his shoulder, for the
sake of trumping an argument?
“You must be more careful if you want it to heal properly.”
“I like you, Mary. A great deal. I won’t apologize for that
either.”
“Oh, shut up.” She almost covered her mouth, horrified, then
remembered the glob of salve on her finger she didn’t want to smear on her
face. And if he could throw manners to the birds, so could she.
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AUTHOR BIO
Bestselling author Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about
keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back
seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She
enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned
by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter
ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. She lives in Las Vegas with
her husband, four children, and two possibly brain-damaged cats.
Moriah has a Master’s degree in music, is a 2012 RWA Golden
Heart finalist, 2012 National Reader’s Choice Award winner, and ’12 NRCA “Best
First Book” finalist. She’s the author of the bestselling “Rougemont”
Historical Romance series from Eskape Press, and the “Network-One” Paranormal
Romance series coming 2014 from Entangled Publishing. Moriah is represented by
Courtney Miller-Callihan of Greenburger Associates.
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