Guest blog by Anne Barton, author of Scandalous Summer Nights
With a boldness that was shocking, even for her, she placed her hand on his leg. More precisely, his very hard, muscular thigh. “I haven’t told you everything.”
His gaze flew to her hand and remained there as he said, “I’m not certain we have time for the entire story. We’ve been out here a quarter of an hour and you’re still in 1807.”
James caressed her arm. “I will tell you this: if I must be stranded in a coach in the middle of a storm, there’s no one I’d rather be stranded with.”
She turned her face up to his and slowly blinked her beautiful brown eyes. “Truly?”
Damn it. He was going to kiss her.
It would have been impossible not to.
After their first kiss…
Abruptly, James pulled away and stood. “We shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have.”
A languorous, sated glow lit her face. “I’m glad we did. And do you want to know something else? I can’t wait till we do it again.”
James scratched his chin. “You cannot walk on your ankle.”
“I did earlier.”
“And how did that feel?”
Like a blacksmith had laid her foot on an anvil and lowered his hammer on it. “Fine.”
He arched a brow.
“Yes, you always do,” he said. “But you might try leaning on others once in a while.”
During a sultry summer afternoon by the river…
Olivia dug through her bag for her fan and waved it. Vigorously. “I think you are confused. This is not your dressing room, and I am not your valet.”
He chuckled. “Thank the Lord for that.” He mopped his chest with his wadded shirt and tossed it onto the riverbank.
She fanned herself harder. “What, precisely, are you doing?”
In one easy motion, he pulled off a boot. “Going for a swim.” He took off the other boot and grinned. “You should join me.”
About SCANDALOUS SUMMER NIGHTS
Lady Olivia Sherbourne isn’t shy about speaking her mind, except when it comes to James Averill. For ten long years he has been her brother’s best friend and her heart’s only desire. But when Olivia hears James will soon set sail for an expedition to Egypt, she knows the time has come to make her move. It’s now or never . . .
James has always found Olivia bewitchingly attractive, but what kind of gentleman takes up with his best friend’s sister? Not that he’s thinking particularly gentlemanly thoughts when she appears on his exploratory trip-three hundred miles from home!-and incites a tavern fight. No matter what the devil she’s doing there, it’s his duty to see her safely back to her family. But how safe will she be when every starlitnight brings wicked temptation . . . ?
About Anne Barton
Anne Barton began swiping romance novels off her mom’s bookshelf as a teenager, so when she had the chance to spend a semester in London-home to her favorite heroes-she packed her bags and promptly fell in love with the city, its history, and its pubs. She dreamed of writing romance, but somehow ended up a software analyst instead.
Fortunately, a few years and a few careers later, Anne found her way back to writing the stories she loves and in 2011 won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® for Regency Historical Romance. She lives in Maryland with her husband (who, sadly, is not a peer of the realm-but a great guy nonetheless) and her three children, who try valiantly not to roll their eyes whenever she quotes Jane Austen. Her weaknesses include reality TV, cute-but-impractical shoes, and caffeinated beverages of all kinds.