Happy Six Sentence Sunday! More from my current WIP. Life aboard ship isn’t at all refined, as evidenced by Tobia’s ruminations on what having sex with the heroine would be like. I wish I could post more but we’ve gotta keep with the SixSunday guidelines.
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His head tilted to the side and his gaze raked her. “Not mad,” he whispered. “Just very, very, unfriendly. Don’t worry, B. I’m not drunk enough to bed you without causing myself considerable pain. My rudder would likely suffer injury should I dare to dock at your port. Splinters, you know.”
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Forsaking the Prize
She was a faithful widow until…
Abducted at fourteen and sent away to sea, rough and ready sailor Tobias Randall endured exile and cruelty only to have his plans for revenge crumble. He may have made a terrible first impression upon his return to Romsey Abbey, but he has a plan to reclaim his place—he’ll marry quickly and marry a woman of wealth. Yet the perils of life at sea are nothing compared to the danger of attempting polite conversation with a proper lady.
… he reawakened her heart
Blythe, Lady Venables, may be revered as a faithful, proper widow, but a cruel misunderstanding has placed her sanity in doubt. Determined to clear her name, she forms an uneasy truce with the wildest Randall of all, Tobias—a man shamelessly willing to seduce her—to uncover the mystery plaguing Romsey Abbey. With doubts and fears against them, Tobias and Blythe each venture into uncharted territory – love and scandal.
Forsaking the Prize is a steamy regency romance novel.
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