Six Sunday #23: In the Widow’s Bed

Welcome back for the final excerpt from In the Widow’s Bed, my regency cougar romance and my last Six Sunday for a little while. I need to finish up my current wip so no distractions for June. Apologies too for not reciprocating on everyone’s posts last Sunday. An injury kept me offline all of this past week. All better now — thank goodness.

In this scene, its the morning after the big scandalous night and poor Jonathon is battling his memories of the evening. Enjoy.

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Lady Jocelyn sat across from him, daintily eating her breakfast and sipping her tea. But she had stretched out her leg and was currently running her toe up and down his trouser in a brazen flirtation.

However, what aroused Jonathan was Lady Warminster’s presence across the room, fixing herself a heaped plate of food. He could usually bear the sight of her without reaction, but today her smile tortured him. She looked smugly happy, content and, given the way her lips lifted for no obvious reason, he wondered if she was thinking of last night.

Jonathan tucked his legs under his chair, turned the page, and tried to concentrate on the goings on in parliament that he’d missed during the recent sessions.

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Six Sunday #22: In the Widow’s Bed

Welcome back for annother excerpt from In the Widow’s Bed, my regency cougar romance. In this scene, Phoebe is meeting her secret lover for the first time. It’s dark and she cannot see him. Enjoy.

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A spill of light brightened the chamber briefly, and she caught sight of a tall form entering her room. The floorboards groaned as he came closer, fabric slithered in the dark, and then the foot of the bed dipped.

“Enchantée, ma belle.”

A Frenchman? Phoebe wracked her brain for his identity. There had been none on Warminster’s list that she could remember and she inched up the bed.

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Friday Procrastination – Beneath us, Constellations

Since it’s Friday, and I’m having a hard time being focused and serious, I thought I’d share a lovely piece of music from the very talented Andy McLeroy to distract you all. Beneath us, Constellations is a piano piece I cannot wait to get for my ipod. So beautiful.


You can find more of Andy McLeroy’s work at iTunes and on YouTube.

Mid Week snippet: First Meeting

It’s time for a hump day snippet from In the Widow’s Bed. The setting is Berkshire, England at a house party held by Lady Warminster’s stepson. Let the flirting begin.

“Why so great a sigh, Lord Selwood?” Lady Warminster murmured at his side. “Are you searching for a dance partner and unable to catch the lady’s eye?”

Jonathan spun, an honest smile lifting his lips. “I was considering it. Would you care to dance with me, Lady Warminster?”

“But of course.” Her eyes sparkled with humor. “I know you to be a fine dancer so I have no fear for my toes.”

Jonathan’s gaze dropped to the lower edge of her gown. “Such delicate toes. Have they been much trodden on this evening?”

“Perhaps.” She glanced around. “I believe the last waltz of the night is about to play.”

“Perfectly timed then, my lady.” Jonathan drew her arm through his. Delicious warmth dragged a deep-seated need to the surface. Her scent—violets if he was not mistaken— lured him to lean close. But true to her words, when the current set ended, the orchestra announced a waltz with a short violin piece. Fate was certainly favoring him this evening with regard to one woman.

Lady Warminster settled into his arms and flowed with him into the dance. Despite the fatigue of the late hour, she moved lightly, perfectly pliant in his arms as they swirled around the polished parquetry. “How has your evening progressed?”

“Oh, as well as ever.”

Jonathan glanced down at her face. Her gaze drifted over his left shoulder, examining the crowd lining the floor. After a few turns Jonathan inched her closer, pulling her deeper into his arms until her startled gaze rose to meet his.

“You appear to be searching for someone, my lady?”

Her face pinked and her gaze fell to his chest. “No. No, of course not.”

With Lady Warminster pressed closer against his body, he could see why her stepson held concerns. The plump curves of her breasts made Jonathan’s mouth water. Any gentlemen would risk scandal to sample the view this daring new gown displayed.

“Liar,” he whispered as her gaze flickered over his shoulder again to the crowd lining the dance floor. “Your attention has wandered from me already. The other gentlemen have surely noticed. Most embarrassing.”

Lord Plimms circled the ballroom floor in puce satin, his gaze lingering—if Jonathan wasn’t mistaken—on the shift of fabric over Lady Warminster’s rump. Jonathan maneuvered them further away.

She glanced up. “Whatever do you mean?”

Jonathan snorted. “If a lover is what you seek you could do better than inviting Plimms to your bed. The man is certainly poxed.”

Lady Warminster’s cheeks colored a deeper red. “I wasn’t considering him. Not really.”

“Good. There are far more worthy men you should consider ahead of Plimms.”

Jonathan let the silence lengthen then drew to a halt when the dance ended. He bowed over her hand, but tucked Lady Warminster’s arm through his to lead her from the floor, avoiding the lurking gentleman. Plimms appeared ready to approach, but Jonathan scowled and changed course through the crowd until the reforming dance lines stood between them.

When they stopped, Lady Warminster slipped from his grasp. “You surprise me, my lord. I shouldn’t expect you’d approve of such a decision. Not with you being Warminster’s closest friend.”

So it was true. Jonathan grinned, but didn’t answer.

“Ah, I see.” Her mouth twisted as if she’d tasted lemons. “The giggling fop sent you to dissuade me, didn’t he?”

Jonathan laughed outright. “What your son sent me to do—and what I intend—is quite another matter.”

He linked her arm through his again and they strolled along the edge of the ballroom.

Lady Warminster’s hand settled on his sleeve. “Do you think me foolish?”

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Six Sentence Sunday #21: In the Widow’s Bed

Ah, Mother’s Day. A day to be spoiled and to spoil those who raised you. I’m currently faffing in bed, watching Season 3 of Castle after a yummy breakfast prepared by my family. Later, I’ll go visit my mum. For those mother’s dropping by, I hope you have a perfect day. Here’s my six for your reading pleasure.

Happy Mother’s Day.

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Luckily, Selwood had no idea how she struggled to keep her composure around him. It simply could not be decent for a woman her age to stir with lust for a man so many years younger.

“Secrecy makes your desire a little harder to accommodate. But not impossible.” Selwood glanced about them. “There is one particular gentleman who should be agreeable and willing to meet with you. I assume you’d like something arranged for this evening?”

Yeah, you can bet that isn’t all he’s planning. LOL