COMPROMISING MISS TISDALE
By
Jessica Jefferson
BLURB:
Ambrosia
Tisdale is the very picture of propriety and the epitome of what a respectable
young lady should be. Haunted by a memory and compelled by her family, she
pursues perfection to a fault.
The
Earl of Bristol, Duncan Maddox, has returned to London after years of familial
imposed exile. As the second son, he has led a life filled with frivolity,
leisure, and a healthy dose of debauchery. Now his older brother has died,
leaving the family’s flailing legacy in Duncan’s unwilling arms.
At
the behest of his uncle, Duncan is advised to do the one thing that could
provide instant fortune and respectability – he must marry. But there is only
one prospect who meets the unique requirements to solve all the Earl’s problems
– the lovely Miss Ambrosia Tisdale. But securing the prudent daughter of a
Viscount’s hand proves to be more challenging than this scandal ridden second
son of an Earl has bargained for.
With
scandal, extortion, treachery, and even love itself threatening to keep him
from his goal, will Duncan succeed in compromising Miss Tisdale?
She
had stumbled upon the library. A fire in
the hearth threw a faint glow over leather lined volumes that filled floor to
ceiling book shelves. Lavishly
upholstered plush arm chairs sat upon Aubusson rugs scattered throughout the
room. A settee was positioned across
from a giant stone faced fireplace where a shirtless man sat warming his hands.
Shirtless man?
Ambrosia
blinked.
Certainly, her eyes were playing tricks on
her.
Then
the shirtless man turned his head, his eyes meeting hers.
It
wasn’t a hallucination-he was real. She
hadn’t been expecting to find a partially dressed man, and he obviously wasn’t
expecting to be found. It was but a
moment before the man’s expression began to soften and a wicked smile slowly
crept across his lips.
A smile that stole the breath right from out
of her.
Every gently bred fiber in her body screamed
to turn around and run straight out the door.
Hundreds of years of proper English rearing had produced a base instinct
to flee when in the presence of an unknown male (especially one with so little
clothing). But then he stood up, cautiously,
the way one does as if not to startle a deer.
Standing, he was clad in nothing but buckskin breeches, the dim light
from the flames playing over the sculpted muscles and sinew of his shoulders
and chest.
Breeding
be damned, her feet simply refused to budge.
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Jessica
Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it –
almost Chicago. Jessica originally
attended college in hopes of achieving an English degree and writing the next
great American novel. Ten years later
she was working as a registered nurse and reading historical romance when she
decided to give writing another go-round.
Jessica
writes likes she speaks, which has a tendency to be fast paced and
humorous. Jessica is heavily inspired by
sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional
elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy to transport the
reader into a story they miss long after the last page is read. She invites you to visit her at
jessicajefferson.com and read her random romance musings.
Follow me at https//twitter.com/authorJessicaJ
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I love the cover of this book. Gotta love a shirtless man too!
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