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for Guest Blog Post:
Heart's
Desire blurb:
During the
three years Gareth Havelock was away in France fighting the crusade, his only
thought was of the bride he left behind. When the turrets of Waverly appear
from the mists, heralding his homecoming, he no longer has to live with only
the memories of her. But when her warm welcome suddenly turns cold, Gareth
can't help but jump to conclusions.
Katherine
Havelock can hardly believe her eyes when her husband returns home after all
this time away at war, but love and loss threaten the happiness she feels. Can
she find a way to tell him the truth of what happened in his absence, and if
so, is their love strong enough to endure all they've suffered?
Excerpt
for Heart's Desire:
Rising to her feet,
Katherine poured the water the fire had warmed into the basin at her husband's
side. She dipped her cloth in the water, then gently cleansed the nasty gash
atop his thigh. It appeared as if he had worked with it himself, but the injury
was a far cry from healed. With the blood rinsed away, she set to the binding
of it.
“You have been quiet,”
Gareth said softly. Reaching out, he cupped his hand around hers, bringing it
to his mouth.
The feather-light kiss did
dangerous things to her, causing her to yearn for that which could not be.
“Pray tell why that is,” he
beseeched.
Katherine looked
up, finding herself ensnared by the heat of Gareth’s slate green eyes. Her
breath hitched, and quickly she looked away, afraid of what would become of her
strength of will if she fell prey to his hypnotic depths.
Gareth’s hand
enveloped hers, so much larger than her own. The heat of his breath fanned the
back of her hand as he brushed his lips across her skin, awakening a flush of
color that rushed across her entire body, warming her to distracting heights.
“I—” Katherine
stammered, not entirely sure what he’d even just asked. She was too mesmerized
by the way her husband’s mouth moved over her skin.
Lowering their
joined hands, he pressed her palm against his chest, where she felt the steady
beat of his heart.
He took the wet
cloth from her other hand, dropping it back in the basin before taking that
hand and joining it with the other.
Nerves fluttered
in her chest like butterfly wings. She glanced down at his injury, grasping for
excuses. “I fear you need a salve. I will call for a physician,” she said.
“Are you
anxious, love?” he asked. “I admit, it has been awhile, and in all that time,
you have been the one thought keeping me going. You have haunted my every
dream. Now that I am returned, here before you, I find my imagination is
lacking.”
Katherine’s
lashes fell over her cheeks, a rush of crimson burning her face. “No. 'Tis not
nerves,” she replied softly, her eyes still averted. “I have missed you
overmuch.”
Gareth gently
brushed the hair back from her forehead, then his touch dropped to trace the
line of her jaw with one finger. Running the pad of his thumb across the curve
of her lower lip, he stared, transfixed at her mouth.
“And I you,” he
murmured. “I’ve missed the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, the
taste of you…”
The sweet pull
of desire lulled her, reminded her of all they once had, while veiling all they
could not.
The pallet moved
beneath her as Gareth shifted, throwing her off balance enough to slide into
his embrace. He was all heat and hard lines, giving her a sense of protection
she’d missed so dearly. With the palms of his hands, he made languid, swirling
strokes up and down her back. For a moment she abandoned herself to the whirl
of sensations the gentle motion created, closing her eyes to fully enjoy the
sensation of Gareth touching her, holding her, saying such intimate things.
She’d waited so long for this.
“You are a
vision Katherine Havelock.” His voice turned to a raspy burr. Everything about
him in that moment seemed to change.
Katherine’s
lashes fluttered up, and she was immediately aware of what that change was. Her
back stiffened, but he tightened his hold. She knew all too well where this was
headed, and what he wanted of her. But she wasn’t ready—they weren’t
ready.
She lay her
hands against his chest—a gesture meant to stop him—and felt the way his
muscles rippled under her touch.
“We can’t—”
“My dear wife,
you did an exceptional job of wrapping my wound,” he replied, voice deep and
sinfully rich. “So if that be your only worry, you need not concern yourself.”
He leaned toward
her, and she felt the breath of his kiss against her lips.
“It’s not that,”
she argued on a sigh. “We—”
But then his
lips were against hers, firm and persuasive, and just like that, the last of her
resolve was shattered.
About
the Author:
Lindsey Edwards has been penning stories since a
very young age. She can't remember a time when she wasn't working through the
stories in her head. Whether they've appeared to her in dreams, or appeared
like an epiphany, she's been hard at work telling the stories of these
characters who have long came to her to see their stories told. In fact, when
Lindsey was thirteen, she self published a YA. Since then, she's moved on to
romance and hasn't looked back. Ask her and she'll tell you, romance is home.
Lindsey Edwards lives with her
husband and son. She is a full-time mother and author. An avid reader and
collector of words, she can often be found in sweats with some kind
of caffeinated beverage in hand.
Where
you can find Lindsey:
Her website: www.LindseyEdwards.vpweb.com
Blog: www.LindseyAEdwards.blogspot.com
Facebook Author Page:
www.FB.com/AuthorLindseyEdwards
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Thank you so much for having me, Yvette. Your blog looks great. :)
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