Every Time You're Near

An Excerpt from my award winning Manuscript:

Chapter One / page 4

His eyes chafed a prickly trail over every inch of her. He was as handsome as ever. Sandy haired, rich brown eyes, tall and oozing masculinity. No wonder she’d fallen for him once.

It had been years since she’d been this close to him. The unwelcome reminder manifested in a hard swallow and a racing pulse that heated her skin. He hadn’t changed. And apparently her response to him hadn’t, either.

“Discharge you?” he asked. “When did I employ you? And what the devil for?”

When she opened her mouth to speak, her lips awkwardly stuck to her teeth and her words caught in the parched desert of her throat. “I…” she rasped, the words tangling in the demoralizing confrontation.

“And that’s it? No explanation for this ruse? The great Lady Amelia Covington, whose frivolous life revolves around the endless entertaining utterances of foolish females, has nothing else to say?” He straightened to his full unmanageable height, brought a hand to his chest and mocked, “Surely you have a word for me.”

Her head snapped up, that bit of nonsense untangling one knot, and a chilling glare settled. “My word? Dolt. That’s my word for you, Lord Richfield.” She said this last part with revulsion, giving him a rapid inspection as he’d just done to her.

He responded by reaching out and grabbing the silly gray mobcap from her head, knocking the hair coiled underneath into a mess of burgundy curls. “What’s the game, Amelia?”

The use of first names amongst the ton was a privilege that demanded permission, something she’d given him three years ago. But not today.

“I don’t know, Mitchell. What do you think it is?” she retorted, showing him the same lack of respect.

He worked out the answer in the muscle of his jaw. “A maid? In my house.” He threw the balled up rumpled cap over her head. “My house,” he emphasized louder this time.

“Yes. A maid. In your house. Why else would I be dressed like this?” Her eyes dramatically flared with each inflection, and she popped her apron with her hands, frustrated over what she considered an obvious answer to a needless question.

His gaze darted over her, and he blew out a sigh, struggling with the truth of her presence. “Sit.”

“I have work to do.”

“No, you’re discharged. Now sit.”


Royal  Ascot  Top 10   for  2018

                                                 So excited to get this little flag in my e-mail today!

                                              So excited to get this little flag in my e-mail today!

*** After he promised to forget a drunken kiss, she wanted more, much more. Until scandalous secrets threaten to pull them apart forever. *** (pitch war pick 2017) Every Time You're Near

Copy edits are underway! There is a light at the end of the tunnel and I mean to reach it's end soon. Will "Every Time You're Near " make a debut in 2019 or 2020? Only time will tell, because my mouth is temporarily sealed. :)

In the meantime, I'm busy working on a project close to my heart, and characters who live beyond my writing. Grant and Nicolette will appear in "The Forfeit" sooner than later, I hope. Stay tuned for more updates.

*** Once ardent lovers, now hateful enemies. If ruining her wasn’t enough, a forged birthright and assassinating her uncle didn’t help.*** (pitch war pick 2017) Every Time You're Near

Every Time You're Near

Ruining her had ruined him.

Mitchell Harrison, the seventh Earl of Richfield, is a dangerous man. In the shadows of London's seedier back alleys he exacts payment for crimes untouched by a corrupt system of justice. As a member of the Sub-Rosa order—a secret council that regulates politics through espionage and assassinations—he has made difficult choices and walked a razor’s edge between honor and ruthlessness, but the real threat is to his heart. Three years ago, debutante Lady Amelia Covington beguiled and abandoned him, making a fool of one of London’s most notorious and sought-after rakes. That is, if anyone had known about their tryst. Mitchell’s memories of the happiest time in his life, when lustful desire flooded good sense, are bittersweet, and he can’t escape them. Especially when he discovers Amelia working as a maid in his home. The end of their love affair had not been amiable, and for three years they’ve had no contact. He considers her the enemy, and now she is back in his space and in his head. Ruining her had ruined him, and if unrequited love hasn’t killed him yet, nothing can.

Lady Amelia has spent the three years since her come-out as unwilling marriage bait for her abusive parents. They’re in debt beyond their means and, after embezzling funds from a lucrative opium trade, they disappear, abandoning Amelia to fend for herself and answer for their appalling behavior. When a businessman comes to collect the stolen funds, she's left with no other choice than to run. But she hadn't counted on finding herself as a maid in the home of her gravest enemy, the man who'd stolen her heart and her innocence. To make matters worse, she's unknowingly attracted the attention of the Sub-Rosa Order. The underground, treasonous, spy network has placed her at the top of their hit list, and, unbeknownst to her, Mitchell Harrison, neighbor, ex-lover and now employer, has been assigned to extract information from her at all cost. And killing her isn't out of the question.

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