Blurb:
Katharine Cavanaugh, the Countess of Stirling, has always
lived according to the expectations of her heritage. American mercenary Matthew Thatcher has spent
his life running away from every expectation he has for himself. But when their latest mission from the
British War Office goes wrong, trapping them behind enemy lines, they must
decide if they dare to realize the greatest expectation of all: the expectation
of love.
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Excerpt:
Spies Kate Cavanaugh and Matthew Thatcher have just escaped
a prison in Naples and are looking for a way out of the city and away from
their pursuers.
Naples, Italy
April 1815
Kate
pressed against his back, her heart beating a tattoo into the muscles
there. He felt a corresponding ripple in
other parts of his body and swallowed to focus on the task at hand. They needed to get away from the prison and
the authorities that had brought them there.
They needed to find a place to hide until they could regain their
composure and perhaps find some suitable clothes for Kate, even if she did make
a fetching bar wench.
“Get in the cart.”
Thatcher
looked quickly to his right at the cart that had just passed them as if the
voice had come from the olives themselves.
But knowing that could not be right, he looked up to the bench. A small, squat man, thick through the middle
and thin at the limbs hovered like a forgotten presence on the worn bench of
the rickety cart. Surely, it was him who
had spoken the words, for in the bustle around them, no other person was close
enough to utter such words with such clarity for Thatcher to hear.
And
the man had spoken in English.
Thatcher
turned long enough to scoop Kate into his arms, and together, he launched them
into the back of the cart, landing precariously between the rows of olive
crates. The cart lurched forward before
his body settled onto the boards of the cart, and Kate’s unbelievable warmth came to rest against the full
length of his body. He let out a rush of
air that had nothing to do with escape and possible pursuit. It was a rush of pure male lust that exited
his lungs and with it, his last hope of keeping his hands off of the woman who
now lay sprawled across his body.
She
struggled against him, likely trying to gain purchase and find a space for
herself where there was none in the cart.
Thatcher stilled her with his hands a little too far down on her hips,
the tattered skirts of her costume having ridden up to her knees, trapping her
legs between his. Her head came up, and
he stared into hazel eyes, murky with a mystery he could not wait to solve.
“Better relax, my
friend. I think we’re going for a ride,” he said, letting his
hands slip just a little more down her hips.
And
that was when he saw it. The flash of
responding desire in those hazel depths that brought a corresponding flicker
from his own awareness.
She
wanted him.
She
may not know that she wanted him, but there, pressed against each other between
crates of olives in a cart that was likely to collapse before safely rescuing
them away from their captors, driven by a man they did not know and could
possibly have nefarious connections, Matthew Thatcher knew that a lusty bar
wench wanted him. And not just any lusty
bar wench.
Katharine
Cavanaugh, the Countess of Stirling.
And for the first time in days, he smiled.
Author Bio:
In the second grade, Jessie began a story about a duck and a
lost ring. Two harrowing pages of wide
ruled notebook paper later, the ring was found.
And Jessie has been writing ever since.
Armed with the firm belief that women in the Regency era
could be truly awesome heroines, Jessie began telling their stories in her Spy
Series, a thrilling ride in historical espionage that showcases human faults
and triumphs and most importantly, love.
Jessie makes her home in the great state of New Hampshire
where she lives with her husband and a very opinionated Basset Hound. For more, visit jessieclever.com.
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Thanks Jessie for sharing,
Anita