Here’s the deal!

Posted by Leslie on March 20th, 2007 | No Comments

I’m gonna post more excerpts of SECRET INTENTIONS over the next several days. Then, I’ll post some questions. Those who can answer the questions based on the excerpts will win a choice of bath product or earrings. But one question will NOT be from the excerpts, but from the book itself. That correct answer will win you the perfume “Secret Intention” ~ Created by Jean-Paul Guerlain, this is a year 2000 limited edition fragrance. The fragrance exudes freshness and sparkle, thanks to the light and tangy accents of Calabrian bergamot, lemon, Ceylon tea, cardamom, and coriander, followed by an intense flowery heart note of white jasmine, peony and neroli on a warm layer of sandalwood, Tonka beans and vanilla.

Now, onto another excerpt! Enjoy!

The vehicle set off and dashed Lizzie’s chance to be away from him. Now she was trapped in this small space, trapped with that enticing aroma, those bottomless eyes, those expert lips.

Blast that man. He was always outmaneuvering her, finding some way to be with her alone. What did he want from her?

“To kiss you again. You want to know why I wanted to come along. It was to kiss you again.” He didn’t blink or blush, the wicked rake.

Despite her better sense, her heart trembled. Within seconds, her mouth ran dry, as if preparing itself for his entry. Her breasts tingled, hardening her nipples. The mere mention of his lips on hers sent her body into a chaos of pleasure.

Dear Lord!

Lizzie clenched her teeth, hoping it would put an end to this unraveling of her willpower.

“No, Markham,” she whispered, fixing her gaze out the windows. Anything but to look at him.

“No?” His voice was closer. “I see you. You can’t deny your reactions.”

“Go away.”

“I keep thinking about the other day out on the garden terrace. I remember how you felt under my lips, under my hands.”

Lizzie couldn’t hold back her whimper.

“You want me to do it again.”

He was before her now, nearly on his knees in the swaying carriage. Lizzie closed her eyes but she could feel the heat from his body.

Seduction. The man was a master at it. He’d wormed his way under her skin, infesting her with his smooth words and warm touch. And like the flower or the tree, she’d succumb eventually. Only to be left exposed, vulnerable, weakened.

By the time the London Season ended, no man would want her. Having been ruined by Lord Markham, she would return home alone. Returning home ruined could not be worth this quaking heat in her veins.

She felt him shift closer to her face. “Kiss me,” he murmured.

No. This man had given her no reason to believe he’d do anything but seduce her. Never had he actually earned her kisses.

Lizzie steeled her gaze on him. A shadow of whiskers grew along his cheeks, his breath blew warm on her face. A twitch of his lips spoke of eagerness, anticipation. He really did want to kiss her.

Not today. Not again.

“Move away, Markham.”

His gaze lowered to her lips. “You don’t mean that.”

Lizzie drew in a deep, sustaining breath. “Oh, I do. You’ll not have my kisses.”

He sat back in his seat, but with an eyebrow raised. “Oh, I will. I’ll have that and more.”