Welcome to the Week of the Wedded Women Quartet... I love the way that sounds. Four W's in one sentence? That's hard to do! But I digress. To kick off the WWWQ, I have the winner of the Valentine's Day Prize Pack, an Amazon promotional giveaway to announce, and an excerpt to share with you all! Very exciting. But first things first.
The winner of the four historical romances & $10 Amazon gift card is... (dun dun DUN)
PEARL ROBINSON!
Congrats! Now all you need to do to claim your prize is send me your mailing address (JAeaton@mail.com) and I'll ship your books right out in time for Valentine's Day.
I am happy to announce that for the entire week A Brooding Beauty, the first novella in the Wedded Women Quartet, will be FREE on Amazon. So if you haven't started the Quartet, no more excuses! I mean, you can't beat free. And remember, you don't need a kindle to download e-books from Amazon! You can download free reading apps for your computer, smartphone, and/or tablet directly from Amazon just be clicking HERE. I've downloaded the one for my PC ('cause I would never recommend anything to you guys that I haven't tried myself first!) and it is super easy, fast, and basically creates a kindle on your computer/phone/ipad/etc. How cool is that?
Excerpt from Chapter 3 of A Brooding Beauty
“I
will grant you your damned divorce, but you will do something for me first,” he
gritted out.
“Anything,”
said Catherine immediately. Her heart slammed against her rib cage as a wave of
elated euphoria swept over her. Finally... Finally she was but one favor
away from being free of her husband forever.
Stretching
out his long arms Marcus braced his hands against the wooden mantle and leaned
into the flames, letting them bath his face in flickering light. Once again he
took his time gathering his thoughts, as if he wanted to weigh and measure each
word before it was said aloud.
“I
do not wish to marry again,” he began at last. “I have found I have neither the
patience nor the time a wife requires, and a mistress will suit my needs just
as well. But a mistress cannot give me a male heir, at least not a legitimate
one, and with no other siblings the responsibility of ensuring the Kensington
title stays with the Windfair’s rests on my shoulders alone. Grant me a son and
I shall grant you a divorce. A fair arrangement, do you not agree?”
Poor
Catherine was so stunned her lips parted half a dozen times before sound
finally emerged. “I… you… no, Marcus. No! I will not. Do not ask this of
me.”
He
sighed and cast her a pitying glance over his shoulder before crossing the room
to pour a new glass of scotch. Raising it to his lips he drank deeply and finished
half of it in one hard swallow. “Then we shall continue as we have been. You in
the city, myself in the country. It really is an ideal arrangement, my dear
darling wife. I do not understand why it burdens you so.”
Her
mind whirling, Catherine bit down on her bottom lip and worried it between her
teeth. A child… She and Marcus had tried to conceive after their wedding, but
had been unable. She was afraid she was barren, but had never shared her secret
fear with her husband. Was the use of her body too high a price to pay for her
freedom?
“I
am waiting, Catherine.”
“Fine!”
she snapped out, glaring at him with eyes that shot blue fire. “I will do as
you ask, but on one condition.”
His
glass of scotch paused halfway to his lips. “You will?”
“Yes,”
she hissed, tossing her head back. “I will. If this is the only way I can be
free of you than I shall do it, but I will take no pleasure from the act.”
“That is fine. I shall take enough for the both of
us,” he said crudely.
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