![]() No matter the unbearable consequences, she did not want the child to possess even a trace of the Earl of Belmont. The mere idea of the child resembling the man she loathed made her gasp for air. She clutched it to her chest and pressed it against her damp nightclothes. And he’ll look just like you and Edgar.”Ĭatherine’s fingers tightened on the small gold locket in her right hand. The child will be a healthy, black-haired babe. Oh, how Catherine needed her strength now.Įleanor leaned over and smoothed a damp lock from Catherine’s forehead. ![]() She saw the tears in her sister’s eyes and tried to offer a smile of reassurance. Eleanor’s fingers were so warm compared to her own, which felt as though she’d just plunged them in a mountain of snow. She must hold fast until she knew.Ĭatherine tried to squeeze her sister’s hand. It stabbed at the thin layer of control separating her from sanity and madness. Let him help you.” The urgency in her sister’s usually calm demeanor filled the room. ![]() Her green eyes misted, filled with pain at the sudden tightening in her belly. The words fell from the woman’s parched, bloodless lips. Enter Francie Jordan, a carefree spirit who runs barefoot, dons men’s breeches, and loves animals and people with innocent abandon and boundless energy. I knew none of Alexander’s story, but then I began to think about what would make a man like this avoid anything that smacks of emotion and what kind of woman could change his mind and heal his heart. When he popped into my head, I didn’t know the details of his painful history, the lowly beginning as a stable boy with an empty belly and grimy hands, the father who beat him, the mother who didn’t love him enough to save herself. Alexander Bishop, in his proper attire and perfectly tied cravat. My mind wandered, the noises quieted, and there he was, Mr. I love creating heroes, the wounded kind that “bleeds hurt and been done wrong”-the kind every woman wants to heal. I did the only thing a writer can do at a moment like this -I closed my eyes and thought of my next book, or more to the point, my next hero. I didn’t even have the calming voice of my husband next to me as he’d been shuttled to the waiting room. Without glasses or contacts, I could see about three inches in front of me, and that’s a generous estimation. ![]() There I was, tucked into an oversized blue-and-white print hospital issue with an IV in one arm, beeps, buzzes, and scuffing footsteps pushing me toward a migraine. Unfortunately, not everyone wishes to see a union between Francie and Alexander, and they will stop at nothing to keep this couple apart.īook One: The Seduction of Sophie Seacrestīook Three: A Touch of Seduction : a novella (February 2014)Īlexander Bishop came to me as I lay on the hospital bed waiting for outpatient surgery. Indeed, they have nothing in common but an undeniable desire for one another they can’t ignore, and an ailing “father” who will employ any means to bring them together. He believes in keeping a safe distance from anything that resembles an emotion. She believes in love, second chances, and happily ever after. He won’t loosen his cravat unless the bedroom door is firmly closed. (Author note: A Taste of Seduction has been re-released, and edits have been made to ensure continuity between the books, including character names.)Ī young woman of noble blood, raised as a peasant girl…Īn orphaned stable boy, now grown and the surrogate son of a powerful earl-the same earl who just so happens to be the young woman’s father…įrancie Jordan and Alexander Bishop have nothing in common-she runs barefoot and talks to animals. Readers fell in love with Francie and Alexander Bishop from The Seduction of Sophie Seacrest, and wanted to know how they came to be Mr. A Taste of Seduction is Book Two of Mary Campisi’s Regency historical series, An Unlikely Husband. ![]()
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