The Indifferent Earl
Blair Bancroft

Excerpt

A moment of seclusion…

Jared laid the tips of his fingers under her chin, gently raised her face to his. His heart clenched, for her eyes brimmed with tears. He longed to declare himself. To say, “Stay with me, Abby. Marry me, bear my children,” but the timing was impossibly wrong. Jonathan Blaisdell, long years dead, loomed between them as solid as the granite on which they were sitting.

When planning this drive, Jared had thought to snatch a kiss. Truthfully…a bit more than a kiss. Not that he had intended a seduction in this sheltered glen, but surely he could not be faulted for dreaming of something more than a few short seconds of a chaste embrace. Could he? After all, his Abby was no longer the young girl Blaisdell had known. She was a woman will all a woman could offer. All a woman could want. Somehow, some way she would be his. Yet for the moment he must hold his piece.

Only for a moment…