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Shadow of the Swan
-- EXCERPT: Robert turned to Constance but said nothing. After a moment, she met his gaze. “Why do you stare at me?” He grinned. “On the morrow, I want to show you something.” “What?” “You’ll see.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why won’t you tell me?” “’Tis a surprise.” “I don’t like surprises.” “Neither do I, on the whole. But you’ll like this one.” He reached toward his belt. She stepped back. “What are you doing?” “Undressing.” He set his belt on the table. Her stomach dropped. “Why?” “Aren’t you the suspicious one?” He pulled off his boots. “’Tis customary to doff one’s clothes at bedtime.” She whirled around, turning her back on him. “I slept fully clothed at the nunnery.” She stared hard at the stone wall. “I hate to state the obvious, but this isn’t a nunnery.” “Well, how do you sleep?” “Naked, of course.” Heat flooded her cheeks and forehead. “Is that necessary?” “I could wear my breeches.” She sighed. Whew! “On one condition.” His tone was loaded with meaning beyond her grasp. What condition? What does he want from me? She turned to face him. Apart from his calf-length breeches, he was nude. Her gaze locked onto his chest. Sculpted by combat. Scarred by war. Covered with black hair. “Any objection?” His voice was soft, deep. She forced her gaze to his eyes. They looked darker now. Was it a trick of the light? He’s waiting for an answer. Say something! “No.” “Good.” “How did you undress so fast?” “The battlefield teaches one to do everything fast.” His eyes sparkled. “Well, not everything.” Did her heart still beat? She couldn’t tell. His tone was so suggestive. “You blush, my lady.” Her hands flew to her cheeks. “And whose fault is that?” He gave her a rueful smile. “Mine. But if we’re to be friends, I have to speak honestly.” “About sexual matters?” “About all matters. Can you live with that?” She hesitated, then gave him a nod. “I can. And in that vein, what is the condition you proposed?” “Right. If I’m to smother myself with added linen—” “Breeches, Sir Robert. They’re just breeches.” He cocked an eyebrow. “So say you. But if I do that, you must sleep in your chemise only.” Her jaw dropped. Then she frowned. “Why?” “For the sake of comfort.” “I’m comfortable clad.” He looked down, and his fingers seized the tie to his breeches. “Fine. If you’d rather I drop my—” “Stop!” She grumbled. “Very well. I’ll sleep in my chemise.” He smiled. “I’ll go lie in bed and shut my eyes, if you’d like.” “I would like.” “Do you prefer one side of the bed to the other?” She shrugged. “It matters not.” “Then I lay claim to the left.” As soon as the bed creaked beneath his weight, she removed her headdress. Then she disrobed as quickly as she could and scurried to the bed. “Why such haste?” he asked as she slid beneath the covers. “My feet are cold.” “Mine are warm. You’re welcome to—” “No, Sir Robert. I’ll warm up soon enough.” 
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6/7/2018 02:23:13 am
I always have this believe in the writing capacity of Judith Sterling. She has always been a great writer. Her books were all a hit simply because she has her own genre. She knows her strength and knows how to make use of it. I will always be a fan of authors who know their strength. On the other hand, I also admire those authors who are brave enough to go out of their comfort zone. They are not afraid of the what will possibly happen towards them. Leave a Reply. |
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