A Warriner to Seduce Her by Virginia Heath - Book Blitz + Giveaway
A Warriner to Seduce Her
A sensible schoolmistress… Awakened by the notorious rake!
In this The Wild Warriners story, schoolmistress Felicity Blunt feels old beyond her years―and desperately dull. Meeting confirmed rake Jacob Warriner brings her gloriously alive, and yet no matter his allure she must remain immune to his obvious charms and unashamed flirtation. But is Jacob merely a mischievous scoundrel? Or is there much more to this Warriner than meets the eye…?
In this The Wild Warriners story, schoolmistress Felicity Blunt feels old beyond her years―and desperately dull. Meeting confirmed rake Jacob Warriner brings her gloriously alive, and yet no matter his allure she must remain immune to his obvious charms and unashamed flirtation. But is Jacob merely a mischievous scoundrel? Or is there much more to this Warriner than meets the eye…?
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Excerpt
A Warriner to
Seduce Her by Virginia Heath
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It was the
perfume which distracted him first. The heady scent reminded Jake of fat summer
roses, fresh air and sunshine. Nothing like the stuffy smell of Almack’s. His
nostrils twitched as they sought the source until his eyes located her.
Now this was more
the kind of woman he would choose to
seduce. Too bad she was not who he
had to meet. He’d even go so far as admitting the tantalising vision that had
just turned the corner would be pure pleasure, for once, rather than business.
Thick honey hair, sultry almond eyes and the lushest pair of lips he’d seen in
a long time. And the sensuous way she moved drew his eyes and imprisoned them.
Her own had a faraway look in them as she hugged the wall, trailing the tips of
her gloved fingers along the plaster as if she had all the time in the world
and was in no hurry to go anywhere. He liked that about her.
Here in
Almack’s, the ladies always had a higher purpose. To be seen. To be noticed. To
make a good impression. To find a husband. This woman preferred the shadows and
had no interest in the nonsense going on outside of the alcove. Just like him.
She still hadn’t
noticed him, despite the fact he was stood barely ten feet away, so Jake
watched her gaze out towards the dancers and sigh. There was a distinctly dreamy
look about her, as if she wished she was somewhere else, something he also
empathised with. If he hadn’t been working, he might have sidled over and
suggested they go elsewhere together. But alas, he was on a mission and needed
to see it through as swiftly as possible not matter how distasteful he found
it. Something which would not happen if he gave in to the overwhelming
temptation to talk to her. Jake watched her scan the room again, this time with
very narrowed eyes which made him wonder exactly what it was she suddenly
disapproved of until she clearly saw something- or someone- she didn’t want to.
She darted behind a pillar and straight into a potted palm.
The clumsy
manoeuvre made him laugh out loud. Her head whipped around in alarm at the
sound.
“Don’t worry. I
shan’t tell whoever it is that you are hiding from them.”
“I am not
hiding.” But she didn’t move from the safety of the pillar. “Oh alright, I am.
Have they gone?”
Jake scanned the
area and nodded. “There’s nobody here but you and me. If it’s any consolation,
I’m hiding too.” Hiding from the inevitable. “What are you hiding from?”
“The gentlemen
my chaperones appear intent on introducing me to. What are you hiding from?”
“Responsibility
and duty.”
Those lush lips
instantly turned up in a smile, and she was prettier for it. “You can’t hide
from those.”
“I can and I
have for the better part of a decade. What’s wrong with the men your chaperones
are foisting upon you?”
“Nothing, I
suppose, other than the fact I they are being foisted upon me. I didn’t come
here to meet gentlemen.” That in itself set her apart from the sea of eager
hopefuls in the ballroom.
“Then what did
you come here for?”
She sighed and
looked miserable. “My mother. Apparently, it was her dearest wish that I visit
Almack’s- amongst other things. Although I fail to see the appeal of the
place.”
“Such enthusiasm.”
“I have no
enthusiasm.” The corners of those plump lips twitched again. There was the
vaguest hint of the north in her accent, more northern than where he came from
in Nottingham. Yorkshire perhaps, or Lancashire? “That is part of the problem.
I got lost half an hour ago and I find myself surprisingly content with being
lost and by default reluctant to be found again just yet.”
Intriguing. Much
more intriguing than the onerous task he was meant to be doing. “What is it
about this quintessential society ritual which has forced you into hiding?”
Her nose
wrinkled endearingly before she spoke. “I find the whole thing pointless and a
little shallow, if I am honest.” Something he had a feeling she always was. A
northern trait. Brutal honesty and the inability to suffer fools or foolishness
gladly.
“I can see how
the attraction soon wears thin. Especially as Almack’s has so many tiresome
rules one has to obey. How many visits to this stifling establishment did it
take for you to become so jaded?”
“Oh- this is my
first. I was presented to the patronesses an hour ago.” She smiled a little
shyly but leaned a little closer than was proper, treating him to more of her
delicious perfume, more alluring now that it was closer to her skin. “I am
being launched into society tonight.
Rather reluctantly as I am sure you can see.”
She looked nothing like he traditional
debutante. For a start, she had at least five years on most of them and lacked
the dewy-eyed innocence prevalent all around them which Jake found so
distasteful. “This is your come-out?”
Laughter threatened at the preposterousness. She had to be well past the age of
majority, but age aside she was too canny a woman. Too comfortable in her own
skin and mind when all around her were awed and awkward girls.
“I can see, sir,
that you are as staggered by it as I am and are wracking your brains for a
polite way to say I am a bit too old to be coming out. Which I patently am.”
Author Bio –
When Virginia Heath was a little girl it took her ages to fall asleep, so she made up stories in her head to help pass the time while she was staring at the ceiling. As she got older, the stories became more complicated, sometimes taking weeks to get to the happy ending. Then one day, she decided to embrace the insomnia and start writing them down. Fortunately, the lovely people at Harlequin Mills & Boon took pity on her and decided to publish her romances, but it still takes her forever to fall asleep.
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