This was great fun to write, but also a challenge. I’ve never written a novella before so being used to 90,000 plus words and having to get the whole story down in less than 20,000 instead was difficult at times – especially since this was the sort of story that could easily have been developed into a much longer one. That said, I enjoy the faster pacing that happens as a result of this because it adds a bit of urgency to the characters falling head over heels in love with each other. =)
Thank you so much for stopping by today. Below is a little excerpt from Chapter 4 which I hope you’ll enjoy. Happy Holidays everyone!
“I was wondering - If I call on you tomorrow … will you receive me?” He must have seen the appalled look upon her face, for he quickly added. “Unbelievable as it may seem, I find myself enjoying your company and was hoping to further my acquaintance with you. However, I have no desire to wait in line along with a dozen other men, so if you’d rather I stay away, then I’d be much obliged if you’d say so now.”
Well, as far as forthright went, Lord Redfirn was certainly the very definition of the word. Perhaps he wasn’t as bored as she’d imagined. Warming to the easy tone of his voice, she couldn’t help but say, “A dozen? Will that really be all? Frankly, Lord Redfirn, I rather suspect they’ll be lined up all the way to Hallidan.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Not if your …” He coughed and let the words he might have spoken fade into oblivion.
“Not if my what?”
“You were saying, not if your …” She gave him a pointed stare.
He frowned as if unsure of whether or not it would be wise to tell her what he’d been about to say. Eventually, he shrugged, lowered his head a little toward hers, and whispered, “Not if your dance card is any indication.”
Aha! So he wanted to play that game, did he? Very well then. Without as much as a moment’s hesitation, Leonora misstepped just enough to place one foot on top of his.
She was rewarded by a very loud wince along with a grimace. “You did that on purpose, you little minx.”
“Not at all,” she countered. “If you recall, I’m quite out of practice - my apologies.”
“Then perhaps it would be wise of me to keep a firmer hold on you.” And he pulled her closer - scandalously so.
Leonora had never been one to swoon, but she felt certain that now might be an appropriate time to start. She felt energized and bold, not to mention giddy from the feel of him so close to her, coupled with the scent of sandalwood that floated in the air around him. There was no question about it - he’d ruined dancing for her forever, for no other man would ever measure up.
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