Second Chance Marquess
by Jessica Jefferson
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When Wilhemina Turner’s
younger sister runs off with a young Lothario, she has no choice but to
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And now for an Excerpt!
“Fine.” He looked away first, turning his attention back to
the items he’d collected upon his desk. “If you want to join me, then you may.”
She squared her shoulders and stood a bit straighter having
won their duel of wills. “Good.”
Without another word or a single glance, Chesterton left the
room.
Not one to be left behind, Wilhelmina hurried after him,
through the study and up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” she asked once they’d reached the top,
breathless from the burst of activity.
He strode down the corridor, seemingly unaffected by the
brisk climb. “To my bedroom.”
She immediately stopped. “Your bedroom? Why ever would we go
in there?”
Chesterton turned back to her, one sardonic eyebrow arched
high. “To change,” he answered. “You didn’t expect me to head out in this, did
you?” He turned and continued toward the room, looking back at her before
entering. “Are you coming?” he asked, voice smooth as warm chocolate.
This wasn’t the first time she’d been lured into George’s
bedroom. He’d been an earl, the courtesy title bestowed upon him at birth, but
more than that, he’d been a gentleman. Apparently, he’d lost that when he’d
inherited the Marquisate. His bedroom was no longer an inviting sanctuary, and
this invitation was not one of love as it had once been, but a lewd
proposition, tenderness replaced by cruelty, as he watched expectantly for her
reaction.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” she stuttered, trying
in vain to remain calm and collected as he started to untie the sash about his
waist holding his robe closed. He let it fall to the ground and the robe
opened, revealing his chest and torso in all its naked glory.
And it was indeed glorious.
She quickly averted her glance, whipping her head around and
staring attentively at the painting on the wall.
“Is something the matter, Mrs. Turner?”
She was not about to play this game. She didn’t have the
time, and he didn’t deserve the enjoyment it would undoubtedly bring him to see
her suffer so. And most importantly, she couldn’t play because she knew good
and well that she had no chance of winning.
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About the Author:
Jessica
Jefferson makes her home in Almost-Chicago with her husband, two young
daughters, French bulldog Lulu, and English bulldog Pete. When she's not busy trying to find
middle-ground between being a modern career woman and Suzy-Homemaker, she loves
to watch "Real Housewives of [insert city here]" and performing
unnecessary improvements to her home and property.
Jessica
writes Regency-era historical romance with a modern twist where she invites her
readers to fall in love with romance again.
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