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romance novel teaser

The coming months are busy ones with American Thanksgiving, then Chanukah, Christmas and New Year.  Like everyone else, we have a lot on the go.

The third book in the trilogy A Cloud of Hawthorne is nearing completion, but then there is the lengthy editing process and the even more lengthy publishing process.  I regret the book will not be out for that fabulous stocking stuffer you had hoped for.  However, for me gift giving happens year round, so make sure you save a little something for the new year.

As promised, here are a couple short romance novel excerpts from the book in progress, teasers to whet your appetites.

Oliver woke immediately and met Henley at his hut, the centre of their community and the primary meeting place.  The wind was fierce and rain was starting to pelt down hard and fast. It was like a sudden typhoon had hit.

“What the hell’s going on?” asked a concerned Brawn as twigs and forest debris blew around his feet.  A large branch came crashing down beside the hut and clipped a shingle off the roof.  Another tree, a tall cedar, crashed to the soft forest floor with a gigantic thud, kicking up a cloud of dirt and leaves in its wake.

“In all my years I’ve never seen anything like it,” said Henley.  “It just came out of nowhere.”

“Not much we can do now,” affirmed Brawn, his voice barely audible in the din.  “It’s blowing in from the north.  Best ride it out and assess the damage in the morrow.  Batten down the hatches.”  Just then a large hawthorne branch fell from the tree they were under.  It hit Oliver square on the left shoulder.

“Jeezus Criminey,” yelled Brawn.  Oliver was lying on the now wet ground.  He was out cold. 

“Hello.  Anybody here?” he called again.  He heard a door creak and Lavinia appeared in the doorway to the main room.  She wore a fitted bodice that exhibited her exquisite full figure and her dark skin gave her an exotic look, like her mother’s.  Slim ankles could be seen from beneath a layered skirt and she had the tiniest feet adorned in embroidered slippers.  Her dark, wavy hair was piled atop her head in a messy, disheveled up-do that Jeremiah thought looked extremely sexy.  He didn’t realize his mouth was hanging open. 

“Hello,” she said.  “Who are you?”  

“Oh, I’m Jeremiah.  Mr. Brawn just hired me on as a worker – handyman if you will.”

“Really? I didn’t know we were looking.”

“And you are the housemaid?”  Lavinia was taken aback but then decided to play along. “Actually, I’m Oliver’s nurse.  I’m in charge of his daily needs and his overall care.”

“Lucky Oliver. Do you bathe him? He must enjoy that very much.”  Lavinia placed her hands on her hips and scrunched up her face in a look of annoyance.

“Pardon me, but that is very impolite of you, nor is it any of your business.” 

“I do apologize, M’lady.  It was rude of me.  I-I just thought you might find some humour in it, being that you’re a servant girl and all.”  Lavinia softened a little to properly play out her role.  She wanted to be authentic in order to keep toying with this handsome young know-it-all.

Oliver grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto the bed.

“Olly, what are you doing?” she laughed.  He reached over and kissed her.  At first it was a small, quick peck but after a moment their lips hung on to each other’s and lingered in a long tasty kiss that both had dreamt of but had never followed through.  Lavinia felt soft flutterings in the pit of her stomach and a warm tingling between her thighs.  Oliver gently pressed his tongue into her mouth and hers opened to let him in, enjoying his texture and taste.  Her tongue ran along his straight white teeth, discovering every delicious detail.  His own tongue twisted around hers playfully yet erotically.  Lips explored, seeking earlobes, chins, noses, then back in mouths again.

You can read the first chapters from book 1 and 2 in this romance novel series: A Cloud of Hawthorne here, and from Where Daffodils Grow Wild here.

Love and gratitude,