It's Here!

Book Two in The Huntington Saga Series Novels~

Pirate Bride!

Miss Susannah Blakemore is kidnapped and sold into white slavery as payback to the Huntingtons. Will her pirate hero save her?

“The Huntingtons will pay. Oh, they will pay.” Plots and unholy alliances are put into action carrying out long-awaited retribution.

Only … one was not thought of. One was not even considered. How would anyone have guessed that a descendant of a pirate would take up his old family tradition in a mad quest to regain his bitterly lost love? The Marquess of Latham will not abide by this act of violence arranged for his precious love, but will surely save her -- will he not? And will he make her the next pirate bride?

Next? There must be a first to have a 'next'. But there was another ... centuries ago ... that still walks the halls of Stonecrest Castle.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Monday, December 19, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 22 concluded:

Service to his children would be impossible then, for he was gorgeous.  Every girl dreamed of being in love with such a man as this; thick, nearly black hair that curled ever so softly.  Sideburns trimmed to perfection.  His eyes were green, she had discovered, just like hers, but darker, filled with…pain? 


She could see it acutely.  It tore at her heart.  But what to do? 

She knew he had to be over six feet tall, for her father had been six feet exactly, and Lord Huntington was taller than her father by several inches.  His shoulders were broad, and she could see his muscular build through his tight fitting jacket.  On more than one occasion she had witnessed his magnificent physique for herself, much to her embarrassment.  And now, his close scent was enthralling! 

Emotions which she had never experienced before coursed through her veins.  As he loomed over her, she felt like she would melt. 

            “Are you real?” he whispered almost inaudibly.  She stood paralyzed and speechless, allowing him to continue.  “You are…very beautiful,” Lord Huntington said more to himself than to her.  Furrowing her brows in confusion, she startled when his warm finger eased the tension between her brows, slowly continuing down her nose to her lips.  She breathed carefully, worrying that she might faint. 

What did he want with her? 

“Very beautiful,” he again whispered.  Cupping her chin, his thumb gently touched her bottom lip making her tremble. 

What was happening to her? 

Closing his eyes, he breathed in her gently scented hair.  “So beautiful,” he whispered over her. 

Her eyes were now closed, and she whispered, “I am…afraid…” 

Hardly hearing her through the pounding of his own heart, he could not stop himself from saying, “What would it be like to taste you?” 

She trembled more violently as he broached this frightening subject matter.  She was unsure of herself.  A very soft kiss was placed on the top of her head, and she gasped and pressed her hands against his firmly muscled chest as if she could halt him.  But instead, she could only feel his firm chest and that he was breathing heavily, which frightened her terribly. 

She quickly took her hands away. 

As he drew ever closer, she again pressed her hands against his strong torso, wanting to stop him, her own breathing very irregular.  Ever so softly, she begged, “Please…”  

Carefully taking her resistant hands from his chest, he gently placed kisses on the inside of each palm and wrist, closing his eyes, breathing in her fragrance, feeling of her softness.  Gasping, she closed her eyes to the extraordinary emotions that threatened to encompass her completely.  He reached up pulling a pin from her hair, allowing her curls to tumble around her. 

His breathing quickened. 

Gazing at her curiously, his strong arms went around her and pulled her to him.  His hand continued behind her neck and into her hair, pulling her head back gently, making her inhale, yet struggle for air. 

A small sound escaped her again as his head descended, his lips gently caressing, nibbling her throat, her jaw, her ears.  She was trembling in his hands and he knew it, but he could not help himself.  Her breathlessness was invigorating!  His kiss lingered at the edge of her mouth, hesitating, as her hands grasped tight to his sleeves as if she would fall if let go.  Pulling himself away to stare down into her eyes only for a moment, his mouth captured hers, his lips gentle and soft, as if he was afraid she would shatter into pieces.  One hand still held the back of her head controlling her, working her to his every desire. 

A small whimper from her only increased and deepened his thrilling kiss, encouraging deeper passion.  Their breathing was labored from not getting enough air, his arms gathering her to him, closer still.  He was thorough in his fervor, burying his face and hands in her hair, kissing her mouth and throat with unrelenting passion. 

Abruptly, Lord Huntington stopped.  Taking her face and mussed hair in his hands, he looked deeply into her confused eyes and said breathlessly, “You…beguile me.” 

            Swiftly, he turned and left the room, leaving her stunned and breathless holding on to the bookshelves for support.   

I'm thinking of reworking this just a little.  But...did you like this moonlight kiss? 


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