Hey all, I still need to write up the blog on the my Royal Wedding and Royal Ascot, but in the meantime wanted to offer a snippet of an excerpt for Dark, Deadly Love which comes out in print May 3 at Samhain Publishing, Amazon and Barnes and Noble. You can preorder at all these places, too.
“Who are you?” she whispered, then looked at the brass plate at the bottom of the huge portrait.
Alexandra squeaked and turned about, a bolt of fear running through her. Ross stood there in his shirtsleeves and breeches, his smile devilish.
“My goodness, Ross. Was it really necessary to sneak up on me?”
He placed his candleholder on a nearby table. The flame flickered and went out, leaving her oil lamp to illuminate the area. His smile kicked up her pulse and her breathing. She wondered if all her life he would have this effect on her of driving her insane with need.
Heaven help me, I want him with me forever.
“I like startling you. I like how it makes your eyes sparkle and your…” His gaze landed on her breasts and held for a moment. “Your heart beats faster.”
A little indignant and thrilled at the carnal appraisal, she said, “You presume far too much, Ross.”
“I think I understand you well. Perhaps more than you know yourself.”
She saw a strange, deep fire in his eyes. It disconcerted her down to her toes. “Then prove it to me. What is it that you know about me? I’m tired of doing this odd dance with you. I want to know the truth once and for all. What do you know about me that I don’t know about myself, Ross Havenwood?”
“That you know I am in hell, and it is all your fault.”
His shocking words, negated somewhat by the smile flirting with his lips, hung in the air.
She saw how it was—the man meant to drive her mad. So when she said her next words, she only half meant them. “How dare you?”
“I dare because I know every tilt of your head.” He moved closer. “I dare because I’ve seen each emotion cross your face either when you were a child or as an adult. I’ve seen unhappiness, spirit, joy, humor, you name the emotion, and it has been on your face for me to see.”
“And this proves what?”
“You cannot see yourself the way I do, Alexandra, because you are so critical of yourself in every way.”
“I’m modest. Or at least I try to be.”
“It is possible to be too modest. While excess pride may be a sin, confidence is not. And I see things in you I’ve never encountered in any other woman. Things that make me admire you above all other women.”
She still wanted him to say he loved her, yet he hadn’t.
Disappointment moved through her, hot and deep. “Admire?”
He drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and she saw the struggle going on within him. “A man who is held in your arms, and has your love and support will never want for another thing in his life as long as you are there.” He added as an afterthought, “He will never endure loneliness.”
His little speech stunned her down to her toes.