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Miss Tamsin Tisdale believes herself to be completely unsuitable for London life. After a myriad of social mishaps, and the potential ruination of her family name, she’s shipped away to her cousin’s northern estate. Only after she comes to her senses will she be welcomed home.
Marcus Winston, the Duke of Grayson, has a lackluster reputation. The last in a dying line, he’s endured a protected life—rank with privilege, encumbered by isolation. After a brief encounter with rebellion, he learns the devastating consequences of his carelessness and willingly accepts living life from inside his gilded cage.
However, a chance meeting with the brazen Miss Tisdale gives Marc the opportunity to reinvent himself into the man he’s always dreamed of being. When his deception comes to light, and ghosts from both their pasts threaten to unravel the intimacy they’ve come to cherish, will either of them set their fears aside long enough to embrace love? Or will Miss Tisdale’s stubbornness divide them?
Marc watched the faint outline come across the dense morning fog, becoming more discernible as it approached. The tall, thin figure was riding along at a perilous speed, given the morning’s lack of visibility. He thought perhaps it was some gangly young man misguided in the fog. It wouldn’t be the first time someone accidentally stumbled upon the vast property that made up his family’s immodest estate.
Then the fog parted in an almost biblical manner, revealing his gross inaccuracy.
Were those ... breasts?
Marc closed his eyes and thought for a moment. Typically, women didn’t ride alone at such an hour and they certainly didn’t wander unexpectedly across his property. It’d been quite a while, his last birthday to be exact, since his last intimate encounter with a woman—a gift, compliments of St. Regis—so there was always the possibility that perhaps his half-drunk, sex-starved mind had conjured up the sensual image.
He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked back again toward the horizon.
Yes, those were most certainly breasts.
And she was most definitely not a young man. The woman’s riding habit pulled taut against her body as she raced toward him. Her hair was blowing behind her—various hues of auburn and gold, like wild flames curling about in the wind. Then a decidedly feminine voice burst through the morning’s silence, interrupting his self-doubt.
“Oh, thank goodness I found you!”
This was no mirage. She was indeed very real.
And very loud.
And now a word from Jessica:
And now a word from Jessica:
Why do I write historical?
I write historical romance because that’s what I read. I’ve tried other genres, and still I return to historicals when I’m looking for a sure thing. I find comfort in the predictability. I know in the end, my hero and heroine will end up together and live happily ever after. If they don’t – then I at least I know there’ll be a sequel.
Someone asked me once – why do you write that stuff? All those books are the same, he said. In a way, he was right…but he was wrong too. When I think about it-what makes my life different from anyone else’s? I went to school, like everyone else. I got a job, got married, had kids…just the same as most of the other women living in my subdivision. It’s the same with regency romance novels. The foundations are all similar, but what each author builds atop that foundation is what makes all the difference. It’s the subtle differences that make each historical romance unlike any other. No two heroes or heroines that are exactly the same. There are commonalities in each of the books. Regencies will always have the ton, Vikings will always have fighting-and all roads lead to love. Though the destination may be predictable, the journey is what brings me the most enjoyment. I like to think of it as being unpredictably predicable.
I write historical romance because I feel as if I have something to add to the genre. There are common threads that may run through each of my novels, but ultimately the final design is what makes it different.
Jessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it—almost Chicago. She is heavily inspired by classic sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy. She invites you to visit her at jessicajefferson.com and read more of her random romance musings.
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