It’s such a thrill to have my dear friend and fellow Regency author, Ella Quinn, visiting The Blue Rose Writing Room today. She’s sharing about her new release, Desiring Lady Caro
Caro started to wash and stopped. If Nugent didn’t bathe her . . . “Oh no! Who did?”
“I’ve already told you—his lordship.”
“His lordship?”
Nugent turned and gave her the same stern look she’d given Caro since she was three. “That’s what I said.”
Heat rose in her face and chest, and her heart thudded uncomfortably. “How could you have allowed him to—to bathe me?”
Nugent shook out something in a shimmering pale blue and laid it across a chair. “Maybe you’d like to tell me how I was to stop him. I couldn’t lift you, and we had to get your fever down.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “He also helped me undress you after you decided to drink too much.”
Caro wanted to submerge herself under the water and never come up. She wished she could forget he’d seen her inebriated. Tenting her fingers over her forehead, she sank further down into the tub. Nugent was right. She couldn’t have done it herself. But why would he… “I think you’d better tell me everything.”
“I’ve already told you, my lady. His lordship nursed you the whole time you were ill. He would only allow me to help him.” Nugent’s voice softened. “He never left your side. I’m amazed he didn’t take ill himself.”
Caro had helped tend her younger brothers and sisters when they were sick, and the enormity of what Huntley had done amazed her. “But I do not understand why he would take on such a burden.”
“That,” Nugent said with her usual briskness, “is something you’ll have to ask his lordship, and before you do, try to remember he is your husband. Now finish washing. It’s not good to keep a man from his food.”
Caro took the towel from the stool and held it to her as she stepped out of the tub. Once dried, she held her hand out for her nightclothes and received another silk gown. She flushed with embarrassment. “Where are my other ones?”
“Drying. Takes a while when it’s so cold.”
Slipping it on over her head and reaching for the wrapper, she frowned. “I don’t remember buying this.”
“You didn’t. Lady Horatia bought them for you.”
Caro was tired of asking why, and she was even more tired of not having any answers that made sense. Huntley did not want their marriage any more than she did. What would make him care for her? Oh, he said it was because she was his wife, yet was that really the reason? And just because she liked having Huntley around and being held by him, didn’t mean she’d allow him to have marital relations with her more than once.
Caro pressed her hands to her eyes. He’d said it may take more than once. She shook her head. I can’t. I just cannot. Caro shoved the thought away. When—if—the time came, she’d deal with it then. For now, she should concentrate on getting well.
Author Biography
She is married to her wonderful husband of twenty-nine years. They have a son and granddaughter, Great Dane and a Chartreux. After living in the South Pacific, Central America, North Africa, England and Europe, she and her husband decided to make St. Thomas, VI home.
Ella is a member of the Romance Writers of American, The Beau Monde and Hearts Through History. She is represented by Elizabeth Pomada of Larsen-Pomada Literary Agency, and published by Kensington.
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