Pursuing Priscilla
Emily Hendrickson

Excerpt

A Proper Proposal

“Will you marry me?”

Priscilla stared at him in amazement and vexation. Never in her dreams had she anticipated an offer from an earl.

He moved to take Priscilla’s hand, drawing her to her feet. “This is sudden, you may say.”

“True, it is, my lord.”

“Your father seemed to think you might welcome my advance.”

“That is also true. I cannot think of any young woman who would not be pleased to have the attentions from so handsome and polished a gentlemen.” Her voice was soft and low, intimately husky.

“Priscilla, I care not for what other young women might like. I want to know what you want.” At the confusion he saw in her eyes, he instinctively drew her close and placed a kiss he intended to be chaste and brief on her lips. Only the kiss did not go as planned. Her innocent response aroused his senses. He deepened the kiss, his ardor unconsciously released.

Marrying to make his family respectable suddenly became enormously appealing.