MFRW Author Jessica Cale hosts today's
#Thursday 13 and reveals to us her latest release
Virtue's Lady
Jessica Cale is a historical romance author
and journalist based in North Carolina. Originally from Minnesota, she lived in
Wales for several years where she earned a BA in History and an MFA in Creative
Writing while climbing castles and photographing mines for history magazines.
She kidnapped (“married”) her very own British prince (close enough) and is
enjoying her happily ever after with him in a place where no one understands
his accent.
Publisher Liquid Silver Books
Genre Historical, Comedy
Blurb
Lady Jane Ramsey is young, beautiful, and
ruined.
Rescued from kidnapping by a handsome
highwayman, she returns home to find her prospects drastically reduced. Her
father expects her to marry, but Jane has other plans. She is determined to
find her highwayman again.
After years of robbing coaches and surviving
on his wits, Mark Virtue knows it’s time to hang up his pistol. As a carpenter
struggling to find work in the aftermath of The Fire, Jane is unfathomably far
beyond his reach, and there’s no use wishing for the impossible.
When Jane turns up in Southwark, Mark is
furious. In spite of his feelings for her, Southwark is no place for a lady.
Jane must set aside her lessons to learn a new set of rules if she is to
survive the crime-ridden slum and prove to Mark—and to herself—that there’s
more to her than meets the eye.
Buy Link Amazon.comShe shares 13 sentences from her book:
He shook his head, his eyes settling on her
lips. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he confessed.
She resisted the urge to lean into him with
some difficulty. “I’ve done fine this far.”
“Have you?” He took her hand, turning her
palm upwards to examine the damage: pinpricks, swollen fingertips, the ghosts
of calluses forming where she grasped the shears.
She tugged her hand away from him but he
didn’t let go. He held her gaze, his eyes searching hers, and she was struck
again by their extraordinary color. Deep blue, green, and grey, shifted across
his irises in restless, churning waves, the color of a storm on the river. They
darkened as he raised her hand to his mouth and kissed the palm, the touch of
his lips like a balm on her sore skin.
Jane held her breath, waiting to drown.
He smiled his crooked smile, a touch of
condescension in the corners. “If all you wanted was another night, you didn’t
have to go to such trouble.”
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