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Beginning today and continuing every Sunday until the December 3, 2014 of Triumph and Treasure (Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series) you’ll get to enjoy an excerpt from the book!
In this scene, our hero is at a ball and eagerly awaiting the company of a young lady. No, she’s not our heroine!
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Where was she?
Dozens of bejeweled and elegantly gowned ladies swirled by, but none were the charming damsel he sought. He’d met the delectable Miss Lydia Farnsworth three weeks ago and had made a point to appear at every function she was rumored to attend from that evening onward.
Avoiding the eager hawk-like gazes of plotting mamas and the hungry expressions of their husband-hunting daughters, he sent a questioning look to the Duke of Harcourt lounging against the ballroom’s entrance.
Blast the man. He’d sworn his Scottish cousin would be in attendance tonight. Should Flynn make his excuses and try to find Miss Farnsworth at another gathering? Which one? He’d received at least a dozen haut ton invitations for this evening.
Flynn feared he was fast becoming a besotted fool. He grinned. He rather liked the idea. In fact, he intended to call on Harcourt tomorrow and state his intentions regarding the duke’s cousin. How long should Flynn wait to propose to the refreshingly intelligent and witty Miss Farnsworth? Not long, perhaps even tomorrow after he’d spoken to Harcourt.
She reminded him of his free-spirited cousins. He found her enchanting. He was confident she returned his admiration and would accept his proposal. Yes, when next he ventured into the social fray, he would be betrothed.
A delightful laugh echoed behind him. Turning slowly—it wouldn’t do to appear too eager—he spied the raven-haired beauty in a stunning pink and white gown. As usual, she was surrounded by a bevy of calf-eyed beaus. Little did they know by this time tomorrow, she would be unavailable to the drooling milksops.
He took a leisurely sip of champagne, trying to decide on the best strategy to steal Miss Farnsworth away for the next waltz. And the supper dance, of course. Perhaps she’d agree to stroll the gardens with him, and he could finally sample her sweet lips.
In his mind, he’d already claimed her as his countess.
Copyright © 2014 Collette Cameron
