by Sarah | Mar 19, 2014 | Character Interview, Guest Authors, Thursday Tell All, Writing
Paterson Evening News, July 31, 1913
AN INTERVIEW WITH SARAH BRESSLER
Reporter’s introduction: Sarah Bressler is one of our most distinguished and controversial citizens. As an indefatigable fighter for woman suffrage, child welfare and reproductive freedom Sarah is revered by women and reviled by many men. The Paterson Evening News is delighted Sarah has graciously accepted our request for an interview.
Reporter: Sarah, I would like to start at the beginning. When did you arrive in America?
I was born in 1885 in Lebau, Latvia. I immigrated to Paterson, New Jersey with my parents in 1902. Unlike many immigrants, I was fluent in English. My father was a school teacher and taught me. I had worked with my father and planned to become a teacher to help other immigrants.
Reporter: What happened to make you put off your plan to teach?
I fell in love, married, and my dreams died.
Reporter: How did falling in love destroy your dreams?
My husband, Abraham, was also from Lebau but left at age thirteen to avoid being drafted into the Czar’s army. I was three and barely remembered him except for thinking how tall he was. As I said, my father was a teacher and Abraham was one of his students. When we met again in Paterson of course he was still tall, but he was also very handsome and a charmer. He said he loved me and respected me and we married.
Reporter: That still doesn’t explain how your dream died.
Abraham had told me he felt the same way I did about the new calling of a modern woman. We had our first child right away, and I wanted to go back to teaching after he was born, but he demanded I stay home and take care of his house and his child.
Reporter: Isn’t that what wives are supposed to do?
Sarah frowned and exhaled sharply: Isn’t it interesting that men think that way until their family needs money, then they allow, or should I say demand, their wives go to work in the silk mills. I guess most women would envy me. My husband is a man of means and I didn’t have to work. Anyway, I acceded to his demands for eight years, bearing 4 sons.
Reporter: When did things change for you? How did you get so involved with woman suffrage?
Sarah: By accident. Newly arrived immigrants from Lebau brought news that the Czar’s pogroms against the Jews were getting worse. Abe’s father had passed and my husband decided to go back and bring his mother to the United States. I was really scared about his going, but he was a stubborn man and wouldn’t listen to me.
Reporter: You were scared that he would be killed?
Sarah: Of course.
Reporter: Because your children would grow up without a father?
Sarah: Certainly, but worse. My husband’s business depended solely on him. He did not own a mill. He was a jobber. He bought and sold silk yarn. Without him there was no business. If he were to befall an accident how could I support five children―
Reporter: Didn’t you say you had four children?
Sarah: I was pregnant with my fifth.
Reporter: Oh.
Sarah: As I was saying, how could I support five children on a teacher’s salary―
Reporter: And you would have to give up this big house and return to the tenements.
Sarah: I resent that question. I lived in the tenements before I was married. Many of my friends still live in the tenements.
Reporter: I’m sorry.
Sarah: You’re forgiven. What I was afraid of mostly was that my older children would have to go to work in the mills. You know what happens to children in the mills.
Reporter: Of course.
Sarah: Their hands get mangled in the looms. They get lung illness from the toxic fumes in the dye houses.
Reporter: Is that why you also became active to restrict child labor as well as fighting for woman suffrage?
Sarah: Yes. I wanted the same protection for all children, not just those of wealthy families.
Reporter: Let’s get back to how you began your campaigns.
Sarah: I started when Abe was away. I had a young girl helping me with the housework. I was able to leave the house for an hour or two to go to the market. But I couldn’t leave four rambunctious children with her for long. But one day I saw a sign about a suffrage meeting. I went. I decided right then that I was going to get involved no matter what my husband said. And I did.
Reporter: Weren’t you worried about what your husband would say when he got home?
Sarah: Of course, and to tell you the truth, I didn’t think I could become active in the movement because of him. Like I said, he is very insistent on the proper place for his wife. And now I was also going to have an elderly person in the house to care for.
Reporter: But of course you did become active.
Sarah: As it turned out, his mother was the one who allowed me to immerse myself into Paterson’s suffrage movement.
Reporter: How so?
Sarah: My mother-in-law was not feeble like I thought she would be. She had raised five sons. She knew how to handle rambunctious boys and was a great help tending to her grandchildren. For the first time since I married I felt like a free woman. I was able to attend meetings and I even held strategy meetings in my house. Did I tell you Alice Paul was in town one day and came to my house?
Reporter: Alice Paul! She’s quite the revolutionary. Wasn’t she arrested in England when she was part of Emmeline Pankhurst’s radical suffrage group?
Sarah: Yes she was.
They fell into a strained silence while the reporter wrote on his pad. Looking back at Sarah he asked: And you did all this without your husband getting suspicious?
Sarah: He worked all day. He obviously thought I was home taking care of his mother and the children.
Reporter: His mother said nothing?
Sarah: She thought what I was doing was wonderful.
Reporter: Eventually your husband did discover what you were doing. How?
Sarah: When I was arrested. I thought he was going to explode. Would you like some tea?
Although anxious to hear the rest of her story, the reporter acquiesced to the break: Yes, thank you.
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SILK LEGACY has been called:
“An Epic Family Saga”
“A Tumultuous Love Story”
“A Slice of American History”
Jealousy, infidelity, arrogance, greed—the characters’ titanic struggles will catapult you into the heights of their euphoria and the depths of their despair. Who will triumph and who will be humbled is not certain until the last page.
EXCERPT FROM SILK LEGACY:
Set up: 1904, Abe and Sarah were on their first date. They had been on the chasm bridge marveling at the great waterfall when she said she wanted to see his bar. (Abe owned a bar before getting into the silk business.) Abe was reluctant at first. It wasn’t a place for a proper woman, but Sarah insisted. The following is a piece of the dialogue once they got to the bar.
“Can I see your apartment?” Sarah asked. (Note: His apartment was above the bar)
….
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone I was up there.”
….
As she moved around the living room, she ran her finger tips over the silk upholstery and silk draperies, barely caressing them, as she would a delicate flower whose petals might break off if touched too hard.
….
Sarah stared at the Edison phonograph. “I wish we had one of those.”
“Would you like to hear it?”
“Oh, yes.”
….
“Sounds raspy, doesn’t it?” Abe asked. “Not like real singing.”
“I love it. I love all the new inventions.”
“The world is a thrilling place,” he said.
….
“I want to act in a flicker,” she said.
“You’d radiate off the screen and delight everyone in the audience.”
“You make me blush.”
….
“When you smile your eyes sparkle like the mist from the falls that bursts up into the rays of the morning sun.”
She dropped her eyes and reached out to the wing chair for support.
“Do you want to see the rest of the apartment?”
Raising her eyes to meet his, she said, barely louder than a whisper, “Yes.”
He opened the door to the master bedroom. She looked in and absently said, “Interesting uniforms your bar-maids wear.” She glanced at her chest. “I wonder how I would look in one of them?”
“All the men would want only you to wait on them,” he said.
“You think I have enough to fill it out?”
….
His eyes drifted over the curves of her body. You certainly have enough to fill out any dress, he thought, imagining her bare breasts, round and firm, their rosy nipples taut as he suckled them. He moved his head to her cheek, inhaling her essence, so fresh and clean. He kissed her ever so lightly.
She didn’t jump away, but turned to face him. “Your mustache tickles.”
“You don’t like it?”
“No, I think it’s handsome. It makes you look very distinguished.”
Their lips, slowly, cautiously came together. Abe opened his mouth, drawing her lips apart with his. He touched her tongue with his. She pulled back, but only for a moment before following his lead.
*~*
Richard Brawer writes mystery, suspense and historical fiction novels. When not writing, he spends his time sailing and exploring local history. He has two married daughters and lives in New Jersey with his wife.
Read more about SILK LEGACY and all Richard’s books at his website: www.silklegacy.com
SILK LEGACY is available on Kindle and any e-reader, computer, Apple or Android device that has a Kindle APP, or any tablet that can access Kindle books. (Note: Although not self published the book is no longer available in print as the publisher has gone out of business.)
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by Sarah | Mar 18, 2014 | Books, Holiday, MFRWHooks, Secret Cravings Publishing, Writing
Ready for another Book Hook?
Since you all enjoyed my reunion/Christmas story intro last week, I’m going to stick with it. Remember as you read, Ivy and Alan last saw each other (and slept together) 8 years ago. There is more to this scene, to be shown in the coming weeks…but I’m sure you can guess what conclusions are being leapt to here:
“So you let me be the bad guy all these years when I didn’t even know?” He stepped into her path with a frown. “Real convenient for you.”
“Real presumptuous of you, don’t you think?” Even if she understood the assumption, she didn’t like to think that he, of all people, would think her capable of such a thing. “You’ve known me for years and you just assume I would do that?”
“We haven’t known each other for years. You just said so yourself.”
She bristled and straightened her spine. “Assume whatever you want, you jackass.”
“How could you?”
He really thought she’d keep his own child from him? Really? She slapped him hard. “Get your head out of your ass. I’m not a total bitch. How dare you accuse me of keeping a child from you! Did you not hear her name? Justina. As in Justin—the man I was dating last time we saw each other.”
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Alan Richards returns to Lake Point for the holidays, counting the minutes until he can accomplish the dreaded goal of dealing with his aging parents and get back to the city. Finding his former soul mate living in the town they left together and swore they’d never return to tosses his ordered plans right on their head.
Ivy Nowell has never looked back since she left the city and her ballet career to raise her daughter in Lake Point. Alan’s homecoming dredges up old hurts and the love she never quite let go, but he hasn’t changed, with his relentless commitment to goals that differ completely from hers.
The attraction and instant understanding between them lingers, but neither are who they used to be. Alan wants to give it a chance, but Ivy is worried he’ll change his mind and won’t risk hurting her daughter.
It’ll take Santa and all his magic to keep them from walking away from each other again, maybe for forever this time.
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by Sarah | Mar 17, 2014 | Guest Authors, Top Ten Tuesday, Writing
It’s Spring Break and while the rest of America seems to be on vacation, I seem to be working. I snuck out for one beach day with my kiddos, but the day job has been calling loud and clear this week. But that hasn’t stopped me from daydreaming about holidays recently. And with good reason—all year long, I’m releasing books about finding love on some of the most special days of the year. I call it the “Holiday Hearts” series and I hope you’ll come check it out—the first two novellas, New Year’s Eve and The Cupid Caper, are already out, and a full-length book, Lucky in Love, will be out later this month.
10—Halloween: I haven’t been a big Halloween person for years. I’m just not into all the spooky, scary stuff. But then I had kids. And I love seeing my kids just be kids and enjoy themselves. So Halloween is back on the list because seeing my kids smile makes me smile.
9—New Year’s: I’m not a big resolution maker. But in recent years, I’ve been trying to be more intentional with how I’m living my life and I’ve found that identifying a word or theme for my year has been very useful for me. I do like the idea of drawing a line in the sand and trying to do things different or better. We all need a new start from time to time.
8—Texas Independence Day: I’m a sixth-generation Texan. My great-to-the-something grandfather was the original judge in Anderson County, Texas, and his commission was signed by the one and only Sam Houston. I have a copy of it. Forty-nine other states couldn’t care less about the adoption of the Texas Declaration of Independence on March 2, 1836, but in the Ethridge house, we remember the Alamo. Ha ha!
7—St. Patrick’s Day: I have two redheaded children. Enough said. They look adorable in leprechaun shirts. Besides, who couldn’t use a little of the Luck of the Irish?
6—Valentine’s Day: A day to be in love with love. I think a lot of it is over-the-top and super-cheesy. But there’s nothing wrong with doing something out-of-the-ordinary to show someone that they are special to you. If we all took the time to tell those we love what they mean to us, I think the world would be a better place.
5—Easter: I love Easter for what it represents as a religious holiday, but I also love it because hands down, it has the best candy. From bunnies to marshmallow eggs, Easter candy is worth stocking up on. Just not Peeps. I don’t do Peeps.
4—Birthdays: Everyone loves the chance to have their own special day. I’ve celebrated my birthday at my favorite restaurant every year since I was 15. (Which is to say…10 years. Ha.) I eat the same thing and get the same dessert—chocolate mousse. But it’s my special day, so it’s ok that I make it my own personal version of Groundhog Day.
3—Independence Day: There’s something about fireworks. I’m lucky to live near one of the best fireworks displays in the nation, so my family goes to see it every year. (And then we wait in the car for two hours to get home, but that’s beside the point!) Our little community also puts on a great local show with games and carnival-style food for the family, plus a concert.
2—Thanksgiving: I’m something of a foodie. In fact, I love to post my favorite real food recipes on my website (www.kristenethridge.com) and share others from my blogger friends on my Facebook page (www.facebook.com/kristenethridgebooks) so this holiday is right up my alley. My favorite thing to eat at Thanksgiving—cajun fried turkey. I haven’t had an oven-baked turkey in years!
1—Christmas: Christmas brings out the kid in me. I love driving around to look at lights. I love getting new ornaments for the tree. Parties, families, special meals and desserts, and peppermint hot chocolate. It’s a time to celebrate with long-standing traditions like church services on Christmas Eve, to create new traditions with your kids, and to brighten someone else’s day with a donation to those less fortunate.
What’s your favorite holiday? Do you live somewhere other than the United States and get to celebrate a fun holiday unique to your own country? I’d love to hear about it!
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Blurb
Sometimes you’ve got to take Cupid’s bow and arrow into your own hands.
Amanda Marsh is in love with love. As a high school English teacher, she is surrounded by poetry and classic literature, including the love stories written by her favorite author, Shakespeare. She knows she’ll never find anything as romantic as the stories that have stood the test of time, so she’s settled on having a crush on chemistry teacher Luke Baker from a far.
Luke Baker left his career as a research chemist behind to share a love of science with students. And he’s about to make his pet project a reality as the curriculum lead for the district’s new specialized science and technology academy. When a poem shows up on his desk drawing him into The Cupid Caper, the Valentine’s Day-themed dance and fundraiser for Skyview High School’s Student Council, Luke dismisses the whole thing as a silly game. But when he realizes that winning the grand prize in The Cupid Caper is the one way he can help a star student attend the new STEM Academy, he decides to play along.
Paired together, the English teacher and the chemistry teacher both realize The Cupid Caper is more than a game, but neither can tell the other their feelings are no joke. When an education in happily ever after is on the line, will a man whose life has been ruled by the scientific method and a woman who quotes sonnets miss the mark, or will Cupid’s arrow finally ring true?
The Holiday Hearts Series: Heartwarming Stories of Finding Love on the Most Special Days of the Year
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About Kristen Ethridge:
The writing bug bit Kristen Ethridge around the time she first held a pencil. A 2012 Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award Finalist, Kristen was discovered by Harlequin through their 2012 So You Think You Can Write contest.
She writes contemporary inspirational romance for Harlequin’s Love Inspired line, as well as sweet contemporary romance. Her favorite stories are filled with love, laughter, and happily ever after–and her favorite happily ever after is the story of God’s love. Although she has fun creating characters, Kristen’s favorite people are her family. She lives in Texas with her husband, children and a self-important poodle. Visit her online at www.kristenethridge.com.
by Sarah | Mar 16, 2014 | Books, Changing Tracks, Tuesday Tales, Writing
Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! This weeks prompt is Nudge.
Oops. I had every single intention of continuing Natural Selection for you folks, but I sort of unintentionally wrote the prompt somewhere else first. Rather than interrupt my forward progress on what will be a (lowcost/freebie) story starter, I figured I’d roll with it.
So this is part of Kat’s as-yet untitled story. Kat is a character from my Dominion Falls series with an interesting back story of her own. This section is the beginning of Part 2 of her story. Part was was titled “Runaway” – Part 2 is titled “Awakening. In this part, Katherine ran away three years ago, but after her runaway did nothing intentionally to draw attention to herself. She went from one life of propriety into another. Fear and guilt kept her initial rebellion quelled.
Until her eighteenth birthday, where the fire inside is reawakened when she’s forced by contract to find her own way. She begins to plot a way to find her own way, and who to use to do just that:
Katherine leaned on her hand and sighed. Rather than run the numbers she’d been handed, she stared at the door as if it would make something happen.
“Psst.” Melanie nudged Katherine in the side. “There he is again. Like clockwork.”
Katherine straightened in her seat as the gentleman Melanie pointed at removed his hat and scanned the bay of windows. The particular bank Katherine worked in employed all women to handle the everyday transactions, while the men handled the larger business of the bank.
All rumor indicated that Mr. Patrick Warner came to this bank religiously for that reason alone. Rumor also said he’d wooed, corrupted, and then broke the heart of every woman that dared to catch his eye.
Katherine didn’t pull her gaze away when he glanced her direction, as she had for the past two weeks. “Perhaps he’ll visit my window today. I heard tell he’s left Marjorie bereft, so he’ll be looking for a new woman.”
“Katherine Marie, you can’t be serious.” Melanie gasped and set about rearranging the stamps on her desk. “He’s broken the heart of every woman he’s approached.”
“That’s because they were hoping for love and marriage to be taken away from this so-called horrible life as a worker. I, however, have no designs for the life of a wife.” Granted, Katherine had yet to achieve the freedom she’d left Dominion Falls to find three years ago. While Cole’s guidance had taken her to a home and a steady job, for which she was grateful, she’d yet to really find the freedom she’d sought. She’d never been left wanting for food or shelter, but she wanted more. Travel, excitement, and maybe even men.
Just a month ago she’d turned eighteen and, as per her agreement with the woman that had taken her in, Katherine had needed to find a job of her own and living arrangements. She’d managed to find room in a woman’s boarding house and the job at this bank.
Still, she was doing everything she was supposed to, as she was supposed to. With her coming of age, she wanted more. Before she turned spinster, she was curious as to what lay beyond propriety, and she hungered for life beyond her job and the city of Chicago. If she had to start anywhere, why not with learning about sex with a man skilled enough to corrupt numerous proper young ladies as Mr. Warner had?
“Katherine.” Melanie set her hand on Katherine’s arm. “He’s a rake.”
“I know full well what he is.” Kat smiled at the man whose eye she planned to catch, as he spoke with one of the men in the lobby. “Perhaps if he knows what I’m after, we can come to an agreement. After all, the only thing I wish is what he’s rumored to be quite skilled at.”
Deep red hues flooded Melanie’s features, and she shook her head. “It isn’t decent.”
“I’ve been decent for too long.” Katherine had kept her head down and done what she should out of fear her parents would locate her and drag her home if she drew too much attention. At eighteen, the fear was subsiding and the burning need for more that had first flamed to light in Dominion Falls now burned bright again.
Before Melanie could protest further, Patrick approached Katherine’s window. His smile broadened with every step closer he took.
Katherine brushed an unruly curl back into place and returned his smile. “Good afternoon, Mr. Warner.”
“Good afternoon. I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, and I don’t know yours.” He slid his transaction across the desk.
“I’m Katherine.” She didn’t bother with a last name, though it would be the proper thing to do. “And it wasn’t a disadvantage. I believe you enjoy allowing your reputation to precede you, Mr. Warner.”
“I believe you’re right, Kat.”
She smiled at the nickname, one no one had dared to call her before. Once his transaction was complete, she quirked at brow at his continued presence at her window. “Was there anything else, Mr. Warner?”
“You’re new here.”
“I’ve been employed here for three weeks. Long enough.”
“Long enough for what?”
Katherine shrugged. “To have learned some things.”
“Perhaps we could discuss those things outside of the bank?” He leaned on the counter and flashed a charming smile. “Over supper?”
“No, supper won’t do.” She grinned when he straightened in surprise. “I wouldn’t mind a walk. I have a proposition for you, and it is best discussed discreetly.”
His surprise melted into a wicked grin. “I’m intrigued. For that alone, I’ll take you up on the offer. When shall we have this stroll?”
“Are you free this evening?”
“I can be for one so bold.”
“Then at five, right outside.”
“I look forward to it, Kat.”
“Me too, Mr. Warner.”
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by Sarah | Mar 15, 2014 | Books, Holiday, WeWriWa, Writing
Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors!
This week we switch to Tag’s point of view. After all, we already know Michaela is lusting after the former jail-bait-turned-21 year old. What does he think about Michaela?
Here he is with his aunt Myrtle, who runs The Diner. He’s just told her he turned in his application at The Midway. Myrtle speaks first:
“What did Mikey have to say?”
“Ugh. I hate that nickname.” He wrinkled his nose and sat at the counter. “She looks nothing like someone named Mikey. She’s sure not a tomboy; she’s all elegant and womanly.”
“That so?” Her brow arched and her lips twitched. “Are you crushing on an older woman?”
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Michaela O’Keefe is in over her head with her restaurant, The Midway. Her ad for an assistant manager brings Owen “Tag” Montague to her doorstep. With an impeccable resume and dozens of letters of recommendation, she has little choice but to give him a chance. Ten years her junior, Tag sets her long-dead libido humming, but she gave up on love and her instincts on men years ago.
Tag has had a crush on his new boss since his youth, but he’s determined to prove he can do the job. Still, he can’t resist the urge to make her blush down to her toes as often as possible. He knows her rough past in life and love makes it hard to trust, and he’s wary of crossing the line he so desperately wants to.
Just when they manage to figure out how to work and play together, Michaela’s ex does all he can to destroy their budding love. When push comes to shove Michaela’s inability to give Tag the benefit of the doubt might destroy everything.
Learning to trust herself again is the hardest lesson Michaela will ever have to learn – and by the time she does, it may be too late for love.
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by Sarah | Mar 14, 2014 | Book Spotlight, Guest Authors, Saturday Spotlight, Writing
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Blurb:
Katharine Cavanaugh, the Countess of Stirling, has always lived according to the expectations of her heritage. American mercenary Matthew Thatcher has spent his life running away from every expectation he has for himself. But when their latest mission from the British War Office goes wrong, trapping them behind enemy lines, they must decide if they dare to realize the greatest expectation of all: the expectation of love.
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Excerpt:
Naples, Italy
April 1815
Sunlight struck him full in the face as he emerged from the grated door of their prison and into the bustling streets of a port city on the Mediterranean Sea. As soon as his feet hit the cobblestone, he dodged to the left, tucking Kate behind him as a cart laden with crates of olives passed just in front of the toes of his boots.
Kate pressed against his back, her heart beating a tattoo into the muscles there. He felt a corresponding ripple in other parts of his body and swallowed to focus on the task at hand. They needed to get away from the prison and the authorities that had brought them there. They needed to find a place to hide until they could regain their composure and perhaps find some suitable clothes for Kate, even if she did make a fetching bar wench.
“Get in the cart.”
Thatcher looked quickly to his right at the cart that had just passed them as if the voice had come from the olives themselves. But knowing that could not be right, he looked up to the bench. A small, squat man, thick through the middle and thin at the limbs hovered like a forgotten presence on the worn bench of the rickety cart. Surely, it was him who had spoken the words, for in the bustle around them, no other person was close enough to utter such words with such clarity for Thatcher to hear.
And the man had spoken in English.
Thatcher turned long enough to scoop Kate into his arms, and together, he launched them into the back of the cart, landing precariously between the rows of olive crates. The cart lurched forward before his body settled onto the boards of the cart, and Kate’s unbelievable warmth came to rest against the full length of his body. He let out a rush of air that had nothing to do with escape and possible pursuit. It was a rush of pure male lust that exited his lungs and with it, his last hope of keeping his hands off of the woman who now lay sprawled across his body.
She struggled against him, likely trying to gain purchase and find a space for herself where there was none in the cart. Thatcher stilled her with his hands a little too far down on her hips, the tattered skirts of her costume having ridden up to her knees, trapping her legs between his. Her head came up, and he stared into hazel eyes, murky with a mystery he could not wait to solve.
“Better relax, my friend. I think we’re going for a ride,” he said, letting his hands slip just a little more down her hips.
And that was when he saw it. The flash of responding desire in those hazel depths that brought a corresponding flicker from his own awareness.
She wanted him.
She may not know that she wanted him, but there, pressed against each other between crates of olives in a cart that was likely to collapse before safely rescuing them away from their captors, driven by a man they did not know and could possibly have nefarious connections, Matthew Thatcher knew that a lusty bar wench wanted him. And not just any lusty bar wench.
Katharine Cavanaugh, the Countess of Stirling.
And for the first time in days, he smiled.
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Bio:
In the second grade, Jessie began a story about a duck and a lost ring. Two harrowing pages of wide ruled notebook paper later, the ring was found. And Jessie has been writing ever since.
Armed with the firm belief that women in the Regency era could be truly awesome heroines, Jessie began telling their stories in her Spy Series, a thrilling ride in historical espionage that showcases human faults and triumphs and most importantly, love.
Jessie makes her home in the great state of New Hampshire where she lives with her husband and a very opinionated Basset Hound. For more, visit jessieclever.com.
Reporter: I’m sorry.
Reporter: Let’s get back to how you began your campaigns.
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