Sweet Saturday Sample

Good Saturday everyone. I hope you’re all enjoying the weekend and I’d like to thank you all for stopping by and leaving a comment.

This week I thought we’d learn more about the hero, Mr. Gerrard aka William in my WIP, Maid To Be a Lady, so please forgive any errors you find. In this scene we learn a little more about him and he gets his first look at the heroine, Miss Overstreet.

Enjoy.

“Welcome gentlemen, even though for you William that word might not necessarily apply,” Jeff, Susan’s older brother, said shaking the hands of each as they alighted from their conveyances.

“It’s nice to see you still hold a grudge after all these years,” William teased back before making his bows to Susan who gave him a wondering gaze.

“He claims I stole his sweetheart when we were at Eton. Turned out she never liked him, just the blunt he tossed around,” he whispered to the young lady, who scowled first at him then her brother.

“That explains a lot,” she replied in a soft voice but loud enough for Jeff to hear.

William glanced around wondering to himself where the Earl or at least the Countess were, wondering to himself why at least one wasn’t here to greet their guests. His answer came from behind causing him to look over his shoulder.

“Our parents decided we would be meeting our guests since this house party was our idea,” Jeff said to William’s unasked query.

“Again, thank you for the invitation and it couldn’t have, as I mentioned over luncheon, at a more opportune time,” William declared as he and Thomas, following Susan and Jeff into the mansion.

“And how would that be, if you don’t mind repeating your words,” Susan wondered aloud.

“The short version, my father his hounding me to marry.”

“And what’s so interesting is he’s looking for someone similar in attitude to Lady Aleece. As if there, in all of England, could be another,” Thomas announced, knowing full and well there was another woman who would be joining the party on equal par to his.

To maintain propriety Jeff escorted the two gentlemen to their rooms.

“Thomas, don’t get any ideas about sneaking into Lady Aleece’s suite when all have gone to bed. Susan and mother put her and her companion in the opposite wing. If I understand correctly Miss. Overstreet is a very light sleeper, not to mention many of the mamma’s escorting their chits.”

“Thanks for the warning, I think,” he mumbled.

Later, William stood looking out the window of his room which overlooked the forecourt. What interested him wasn’t so much the ducal seal on the traveling carriage door which he noticed Thomas had opened, but the second of the two ladies who he assisted out.

The first he knew to be Lady Aleece, only child of the Duke and Duchess of Carlisle. The second young lady, if he were to hazard a guess, appeared to be much of the same age as the lady.

“This couldn’t possibly be the companion Thomas was talking about. She’s much to young and pretty.”

From the angle he was watching them be greeted by Whitchurch’s offspring it would appear the other woman was known to them as well.

With the skill of an artist he studied her. Slim but not to as the traveling gown gracing her hugged her curves. From under her fashionable bonnet he noticed wisps of blonde hair tossed about by the gentle breeze.

He wondered what colour her eyes; blue, green, hazel or brown. Whatever they were with her lips, so pleasingly full and turned up slightly, sensually at the corners, he wagered passion filled when kissed. Something he wagered he’d be doing before the end of the week.

He watched as she glanced around her surroundings and when he noticed her raise her head to take in the front of the mansion he ducked behind the heavy dark blue curtain. Once done he felt foolish for hiding from a woman, something he’d never done.

Thus, he knew the effect, even from a distance, this goddess had on him.

Be on the look out for my first regency romance to be released soon by Astraea Press. To tempt you here’s the cover and blurb-

If I hear one more debutante declare that they will never marry unless it is for love, well. I shall break my quill! And we all know what happens when I break my quill. Things become very upsetting and it isn’t long before I— Well, that is quite another story. Let this author, this matriarch, this paragon of society guide you with her infinite wisdom. It is apparent that many of you have gotten this silly notion of love in your head, most likely from American influence, and please do not get me started on those savages. The point, young dears, is that love, is silly. Take for example Lady Aleece, poor young dear never stood a chance! Can you imagine being mauled in public? By a commoner no less? Although, rumors have been running rampant that this very delicious commoner is in fact the Marquess of Somerset, I have my doubts. For one thing, a Marquess should be more unfortunate looking which is clearly not the case with Somerset. Let this be a lesson dear readers. If you marry for love, there is a very big chance that you will end up with your heart broken, or in that wretched commoners case—kidnapped (though many believe he should have been killed for even breathing the same air as our fair lady). Dear readers, have I taught you nothing this holiday season?—Mrs. Peabody’s Society Papers.

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