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Aug 09, 2022 12:09 pm


Hey there,

How are you doing?

I am busy finishing the last touches on my upcoming release An Affair with the Viscount. This is a book featuring Sam and Isabel's brother Richard.

I was sifting through my earlier books to remind me of something and I came across this small scene in An Agreement with the Soldier, which I believe, perfectly shows Richard in all his glory.

Take a peek:

“I would beg a private audience with the viscount,” he said in an even tone.

Gage looked John dead in the eyes and didn’t take his gaze off him as he spoke. “Adam, take our sisters out of this room.”

“Richard, please,” Sam cried but was quickly ushered away.

“You have thirty seconds to convince me not to throw you out on your arse, accompanied with the invitation to a meeting at dawn.” With that, he walked behind his desk, turned the hourglass, and sat, staring at John dispassionately.

“I came to ask for Sam’s hand in marriage.”

Gage gave him a menacing look.

“Miss Samantha,” John corrected himself hastily.

“What about the Duchess of Somerset?”

“She cried off.”

“Not surprising,” Gage scoffed.

“I know that it seems like the only reason I am proposing is because of what transpired last night. And while it is partially true, it is not the whole truth.” John paused to draw a breath. “Miss Samantha and I have gotten to know each other very well in the past few weeks. I came to admire her, respect her, and I feel that there’s an affection between us. There is from my side, at least.”

“And there is a large dowry from her side,” the viscount noted.

“I can’t deny that it is a factor as well. But not the main factor.”

Gage studied him narrowly. He then shifted his gaze to the hourglass, which had emptied by then. “As much as I’d love to throw you out on your arse, I am not a foolish man. You ruined Sam last night; she has no prospects now.”

John nodded. “Does that mean I have your blessing?”

Gage just sat there staring at John for a while, tapping his finger against his desk. Then he stood suddenly.

“If she’ll have you, I have no right to stand in her way. But be warned. Husband or no husband, if you hurt her, we’ll come for her,” he said menacingly. Then suddenly he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “And then we’ll come for you.” 

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I'll pop in a tiny excerpt here for you to take a peek.

Hades scowled. “Do you think I am here to please?”

“I think you are here to intimidate me into submission. With your massive presence, y-your menacing look, your thick, white scar.” She waved her hand to indicate his face.

“Does it work?” he asked silkily after a short pause.

“Not on me,” she answered without wasting a beat.

It truly seemed not to have worked on her. Everyone was afraid of him. Everyone. Even Ava. And Eloise was afraid of him, too. He could see that. But she managed to squash her fear just enough to stand up to him.

“Why is that?” He took a lock of her silky hair and caressed it between his fingers.

Eloise raised her eyes to his. She didn’t back down from his touch, did not react. Her frantic breathing and her flared nostrils gave away her distress, but she managed to contain herself. “I do not scare easily,” she said softly.

“Is that so?”

She shrugged. “Besides, I’ve seen more terrifying monsters with far prettier visages. Sometimes a mien is just a mien.”

An Excerpt is taken from Curse of the Wicked Scoundrel, book 3 of The Shadows series.



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