Fly (Wild Love Book 2)
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“Yes, I’d like—oh! But I don’t have anything to wear.”
He spun back toward her. It hadn’t been a good idea, for there she was, beautiful creature, bedecked with the sun, looking even more radiant than just moments before. Her cheeks took on the heat of spring’s cherry blossoms, and he wanted nothing more than to touch her visage.
Mrs. Jacobs opened a bureau. Silks of varying colors and woman’s linens were stacked or neatly hung.
Lady Ferguson blinked at the dresses. “Are those mine?”
Mrs. Jacobs nodded. “I would think so, my lady. My lord doesn’t wear this kind of finery.”
The lady giggled and drew delicate fingertips to her chest.
From the feminine chuckle to the toga, images floated behind Will’s eyes, making him feel too hot. His solar plexus exploded with aching pleasure. Lord, he was already infatuated. That was so like him to be attracted to a woman, a glorious one at that, who more than likely would never look at him as he did at her. She was divine. He was an old army hand, scarred in so many ways. At only thirty-four, he felt his age well beyond his years. Not necessarily from warring, but because love had never been kind to him.
It was this thought that gave him fortitude. He could finally turn from the vixen and trudge his way to the door. There, he said, “At your leisure, my lady. We will have breakfast whenever it suits you. Take your time.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, but found a nearby book and placed it on the inside of her door. With the weight of the novel wedged against the broken wood, the door hinged as shut as it ever would be. In the hallway he glanced at the maid before him, the one he didn’t recognize.
He tried to brush past but could have sworn he’d heard her say, “The lady is quite fetching, eh?”
“Pardon?” he asked incensed.
“The curdled cream, would you like me to fetch it for breakfast?”
He sighed and nodded. “Thank you.”
The maid left with a wide grin, and he could have sworn he’d smelled lavenders in her wake. Mediterranean lavenders.
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Also by Red L Jameson
The Wild Love Series
Shine, Book 1
The Glimpse Time Travel Series
Enemy of Mine, Book 1
Highlander of Mine, Book 2
Cowboy of Mine, Book 3
Duchess of Mine, Book 4
With These Wings Series
Wing These Wings, Book 1
Anthology
Finder of Lost Loves
Titles by Red L. Jameson written as L. B. Joramo
The Immortal American Series
The Immortal American
The Bones of War
Acknowledgments
Thank you to Obsidian Dawn and Deviant Art!
All things Apple®
All things Jeep®
Ennis, Montana
Yellowstone National Park
Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlett Letter
“American Woman” by The Guess Who
Taco Bell®
McDonald’s®
All things Disney®
A special thank you to Lana Williams, Jennifer Oliver, Carol Anne Eastman, Elaine Bedigian, Jennifer Brady, Jamie Reynolds, and my supportive friends and family!
About the Author
Red L. Jameson is an award-winning and multi-published author. She writes in many genres. Her pen name, L. B. Joramo, includes the odd combination of historical and paranormal for the Immortal American Series. However, it is under her “Red” name, her nickname too, where all her stories are strongly laced with love, including contemporary, historical, time-travel, paranormal, and erotic romance. Red lives in the wilds of Montana with her family and a few too many animals, and is currently working on her next novel that she hopes will make her readers laugh, cry, think, and fall in love.
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