Christmas Delights
by Heather
Hiestand
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BLURB:
Lady
Victoria Allen-Hill never dreamed she’d be a widow at twenty-one--let alone a
virgin. Her father insists that she attend a matchmaking house party in the
snow-covered seaside town of Pevensey in hopes she’ll find a suitable husband.
But for Victoria, it’s an opportunity to indulge in a passionate affair--and
the handsome inventor she meets at the Christmas Eve masquerade ball may be
just the man for the job. . .
Lewis
Noble is the cousin of London’s famed Redcake sisters, so it almost stands to
reason that he’s just as irresistible as one of their sugar-iced pastries.
Lewis catches the eye of every woman at the party--but Victoria is the only one
who catches his. He won’t be tied down in her father’s business, but watching
other men court her amid a flurry of engagements ignites a jealousy he’s never
felt before. A dose of honesty may be just the thing to mend their broken
hearts--for many holidays to come. . .
"Before
I realized it, the unusually strong and well-developed characters of The
Kidnapped Bride had sneaked up on me and captured my full attention. This is
one of the best shorter books I have ever read." --Delle Jacobs, author of
Lady Wicked
"A
delightful, sexy glimpse into Victorian life and loving with two wonderfully
non-traditional lovers." --Jessa Slade, author of Dark Prince's Desire on
His Wicked Smile
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EXCERPT:
Behind
him, a door slammed against the wall. “Eh, guv, there’s no chamber pot in my
room. Where am I supposed to piss?”
Lewis
dropped his hands instantly. “Eddy,” he said in a none-too-steady voice. “Go
back to your room.”
“Can’t,
mate, ’ave to piss. Why aren’t you asleep already? Is there a pot behind the
screen?” The boy stumped forward.
Lady
Allen-Hill gasped and pulled her wrapper around her, hiding her laces. Lewis
turned protectively, trying to block her from the boy’s view.
For
a moment, they all stood in a tableau. Then Lewis remembered the locked door.
He reached behind him and turned the key. The lady stepped forward and he
opened the door, positioning her into
the opening.
“Go,”
he said. “It wasn’t meant to be.”
“Can’t
he sleep somewhere else?” Her eyes were a little unfocused, as if she couldn’t
quite understand what was happening.
Lust
had done that to her. She was normally rather sharp. “Go to sleep, Lady
Allen-Hill. In your room.”
He
shut the door, then sagged against it.
Eddy’s
face broke into a wide grin. “I interrupted a tryst. Aren’t you a lucky one.”
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Heather
Hiestand was born in Illinois, but her family migrated west before she started
school. Since then she has claimed Washington State as home, except for a few
years in California. She wrote her first story at age seven and went on to
major in creative writing at the University of Washington. Her first published
fiction was a mystery short story, but since then it has been all about the
many flavors of romance. Heather’s first published romance short story was set
in the Victorian period, and she continues to return, fascinated by the rapid
changes of the nineteenth century. The author of many novels, novellas, and
short stories, she has achieved best-seller status at Amazon and Barnes and
Noble. With her husband and son, she makes her home in a small town and
supposedly works out of her tiny office, though she mostly writes in her easy chair
in the living room.
For more
information, visit Heather’s website at www.heatherhiestand.com. Heather loves
to hear from readers! Her email is heather@heatherhiestand.com.
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