Time for another sample, this time my latest book, The Reluctant Duchess
Book blurb: Having
been the sole provider for her family since she was 16, Lady Annabelle Wyatt
knows an awful lot about responsibility but sadly, very little about love.
Richard
Armstrong is just back from serving in the Army and is having difficulty
filling his deceased father’s shoes, as the new Duke of Hampshire.
Richard
is enamoured from the moment he sets eyes on the hard working Annabelle but she
is far too bound by duty to admit that she reciprocates his feelings.
With
a little meddling from Richard’s mother, love seems to blossom between the
pair, only to be threatened by Annabelle’s vengeful brother. Can Richard and
Annabelle find lasting happiness, or will her brother’s wrath separate them permanently?
Chapter One
As Richard
Armstrong entered Wyatt’s Coffee House, he found it much like any other coffee
house he’d ever been to; perhaps it was a little brighter, a little more cared
for but generally unremarkable. He hung his greatcoat on the hooks by the door,
took a seat at an empty table and as he waited for his friend, he glanced
around. There was a tall, sandy haired man behind the counter, keeping water
boiling over the fire and preparing the coffees. Along the counter sat plates
of sweet treats, cakes and pastries under glass tops. As his eyes were drawn to
the chocolate cake on display, Richard thought what a good idea it was, to
display the cakes rather than just having a list on a chalkboard. Cleaning off
tables and taking orders, was a waif-like woman of perhaps 25.
From the snippets
of conversation that he could hear, it seemed to be occupied mostly by Members
of Parliament. Given that the friend he was meeting was a member of the Whig
party, that wasn’t wholly unexpected.
He dashed a hand
through his dark, dishevelled hair, sweeping the stray strands back from his
forehead. His mother wanted him to get a haircut but whilst he’d had the back
trimmed to collar length, he was loathe to cut the rest just yet.
“A new face; what
can I get for you?”
He looked up into
the most perfect face that he had ever seen. Her blue eyes were framed by black
lashes, which emphasised their light colour. Her heart shaped face was likewise
framed by a halo of black curls, parted in the middle and swept back from her
face, although over each ear, tiny corkscrew curls, too short to be bound,
tempted him to reach out and touch them. Her lips were full and pink, with a
perfect cupid’s bow and he had the overwhelming urge to kiss them.