Sometimes something just doesn’t go as planned but better. Or so you hope.
The Wager was a bit like that. I had no idea until I started writing how much fun I was going to have telling Catherine and Brooke’s story. They are both very determined individuals, and I had a ball listening to them trying to best each other. However until I began to write their story, I had no idea how different it was going to be…well in some ways. Cryptic? You betcha, after all I need to give you some reason to think oooh, I’m going to read that…
The Wager… Blurb
Catherine is in despair. Her brother has lost a wager and the prize is her.
The winner is the one person she dare not be in thrall to. How will she cope?
Brook suggests they wager on the outcome of the previous bet, but he intends to win.
What happens is more than either of them anticipates.
Here’s a wee teaser…
As Brook had deliberately chosen not to bring his valet, his toilet was completed with little delay. A swift bath, and an elegant, but plain set of clothing. His cravat was tied simply and his coat fitted, but not so much that he could not dress himself. At five and thirty, Lord Brook Fredericks was a man who was happy in his own skin and it showed. Well before the appointed hour was over, he stood in the drawing room, and contemplated the Geneva on the side table. She used to enjoy a secret glass with him. Would she still?
He didn’t have long to wait to find out. He had not been waiting more than ten minutes when Catherine appeared. Her appearance took his breath away. Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of burnished silk, the flowers above each ear a pale contrast. The dress he had chosen and left for her in her room was a perfect foil for her dark loveliness. It shimmered in the lamplight and caressed her body like a lover. Brook’s body stiffened, his manhood stood to attention and pressed against his pantaloons. She was every man’s desire.
He bowed, elegance personified. “My love, you are everything a man could wish for.” He spoke the truth. She was everything a man could hope for. “My body aches to taste you, to fill you and to make you mine. Are you ready to eat?”
She stared and then to his amazement, she giggled.
“Eat food? Oh yes my lord, I am famished. Shall we?” Catherine blushed as she held her arm out to him.
So is she saying she wants nothing else? Or she may eat other things, as in me? He was not sure he dared ask. Instead he escorted her into the dining room and seated her at a table set for two. The lights were low, the atmosphere intimate. Brook knew with certainty, how he wanted the night to end. With him buried deep inside her, hearing her murmurs of surrender, and her cries of completion. If only.
“As am I. But do we both yearn for the same food?”
Catherine heard his riposte and her body responded with a surge of heat that made her nipples harden. There was no way she could let him know how she reacted to him. For many years now she had schooled herself to deny her reaction to his presence. Now, it was nigh on impossible to show those feelings. Especially as her mama had schooled her that no lady would ever be foolish enough to express her emotions in public, or to a man. So here she was all these years later, with the man she had loved so much that she had denied him as her husband rather than subject him to the shame her father had heaped on them.
“I do not know, my lord,” she said, hoping her composure was enough to carry her answer. “Perhaps we will see…later.”
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
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