New Release: To Save a Viscount: Book Four of the Spy Series
Blurb:
When an assassin
threatens England's spy network, Lady Margaret Folton must find the killer
before it's too late. But when Commodore John Lynwood is accidentally
granted a title meant to be used as bait to lure the assassin into the War
Office's trap, Margaret must face the tragedy of her past and decide which is
more important: the assignment or love?
Excerpt:
London
August 1815
He had grown so
accustomed to the sound of gunfire that he did not hear the shot that was meant
to kill him.
This would have
worried Richard Black, the Duke of Lofton, if he had had time to think on it.
But as the situation inherently required immediate action, prolonged and
abstract thinking on the subject was neither prudent nor wise. So he refrained.
Instead, he wondered who it was that smashed into him at incredible speed,
sending him tumbling backwards off the walk along the Thames and into the
bitter, black water below.
He had been
meeting his contact there along the water at an unholy hour, and darkness had
lain all about him. The exchange had gone as planned, and he now held the
knowledge that he knew would prove key to his current assignment with the War
Office. But as the inky water of the Thames closed over his head, he wondered
if he would ever get that information to the necessary people.
And then as the
last of the light disappeared, he thought of Jane, his wife. His Jane. He did
not think of her in specific instances or certain memories that lay in his
mind. He thought of her in pieces. Her smell. Her laugh. The sound her hair
made as she brushed it at night. The way she always laid her hand on top of his
whenever they should find themselves sitting next to one another. Her amazing
talents with chestnut roasters.
He would have
laughed if such an action would not speed up the inevitable drowning that
suddenly became all too real, flushing thoughts of Jane from his mind. His arms
began to push against the water as his feet began to pulse, driving him toward
the surface. Only he did not move. Whoever it was that had slammed into him
still held him about the waist, dragging him deeper into the water. He began to
struggle, the need for air and life and Jane surging through his veins in a way
he had never felt before.
And then a hand
brushed against his cheek, and slender fingers came to rest across his mouth.
He wanted to open his eyes, but he knew it would do no good in the black water.
But he let the feeling of his attacker’s hand brush against his skin, the shape
of it press into his face, the narrowness of limb and the delicate arch of
bone.
It was a woman who
held him beneath the water.
And he stopped
struggling.
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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 two very opinionated Basset Hounds.
