Sunday, September 3, 2017

My (very) Elusive Earl!

Isn't he a handsome hunk? I always request the cover artist to concentrate on the male in the story. I just don't believe women buy books with a gorgeous girl as the sole selling point. Travis and Elizbeth have a really rocky road to romance. At times I quite despaired of them. The Earl will be published next month, so this excerpt is a real preview.

"Phillips turned toward the door.

“I think you’re right, miss. I do need spelled a little. I thank you, and I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Elizabeth knew she would be content to sit the rest of the night, watching Travis breathe.

“I’m perfectly fine, Phillips. I can doze in this chair. It’s really very comfortable.”

She flashed him a smile that quelled his doubts. Miss Drayton was such an exceptional lady. He would not mind at all if she could talk the Earl into marriage.

Elizabeth curled up in the chair and let her eyes feast on Travis. Asleep, the pain lines were diminished, and he seemed younger. His prominent cheekbones had always attracted her, showcasing his strength of character. His black hair was irresistibly tousled. In repose, his lips showed the inherent sensuality that his sternness sometimes hid. She thought she’d be content to look at him for as long as Phillips chose to rest. Or longer.

As she watched, Travis began to move a little. He shifted restlessly, then turned on one side. Suddenly one arm threw off his blankets, as he muttered incoherently and rolled on his back.

Elizabeth went to the bedside and tried to reach the blanket to cover him, but it was on the far side. She sat down on the bed carefully so as not to further disturb him, and stretched over him to catch the edge of the blanket.

She had no time for anything but a small gasp, when Travis grabbed her body to his, holding her tightly with both arms.

“Elizabeth,” he mumbled. “Beautiful, beautiful Elizabeth.”

Their faces only a few inches apart, Elizabeth could see that his eyes were not quite focused, but were lit by a fire she’d never seen. She stared at him, knowing that this was but a mirror of the flame deep within her. It seemed so right to her to be held by this man. She knew she should move, or at least say something to get his attention. She didn’t. She felt the warmth that always swirled through her at his touch grow hotter, and she reveled in the mysterious feelings he aroused. If this was wrong, she did not want to set it right.

Travis pulled her face down for a drugging kiss. His  mouth, she thought, she finally had his mouth, and it was everything she had hoped it would be. In fact, the reality so far surpassed her innocent imaginings that she took a deep breath before coming back for more. Travis obliged willingly, and she drowned in the seductive passion that was so new and enticing. His two-day-old beard was rough against her face, but she thought only of his masculine strength, and his scent, a combination of male, Travis and brandy.

He parted her lips with a velvet tongue, and plundered her mouth, tasting her in a manner way she’d never imagined. She was startled at his invasion, but soon tentatively put the tip of her tongue in his mouth, to his seeming delight. He began to murmur to her, soothing and delightful words of admiration. He kissed every inch of her face, caressing her body at the same time, his clever hands moving incessantly over her."  

My Earl will be found at MuseItUp, my publisher, and all the usual sites including Mobi, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, etc.

I love this book, hope you do too....


Tina Donahue said...

What a gorgeous cover, Jean! Loved the excerpt. :)

jean hart stewart said...

Thought I'd answered this, but guess not. Thanks Tina, for this and your contand support.