Thursday Threads: Taming Miss Tisdale by Jessica Jefferson
Taming Miss Tisdale
Jessica
Jefferson
Series: 2nd
in the Regency Blooms Series from Soul Mate Publishing
Heat Level: Sensual
A
bit about the book –
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 accepts the type of existence Society dictates
she must follow 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, but 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. But 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?
A
little bit of the book -
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.
A
bit about the author –
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 novel-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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