This week, the Thursday Threads spotlight shines on Jessica Jefferson, the author of COMPROMISING MISS TISDALE, a sensual historical romance set in the Regency Era.
Here's the blurb:
Ambrosia
Tisdale is the very picture of propriety and the epitome of what a respectable
young lady should be. Haunted by a
memory and compelled by her family, she pursues perfection to a fault.
The
Earl of Bristol, Duncan Maddox, has returned to London after years of familial
imposed exile. As the second son, he has
led a life filled with frivolity, leisure, and a healthy dose of
debauchery. Now his older brother has
died, leaving the family’s flailing legacy in Duncan’s unwilling arms.
At
the behest of his uncle, Duncan is advised to do the one thing that could
provide instant fortune and respectability—he must marry. But there is only one prospect who meets the
unique requirements to solve all the Earl’s problems—the lovely Miss Ambrosia
Tisdale. But securing the prudent
daughter of a Viscount’s hand proves to be more challenging than this
scandal-ridden second son of an Earl has bargained for.
With
scandal, extortion, treachery, and even love itself threatening to keep him
from his goal, will Duncan succeed or find himself compromised by Miss Tisdale?
She
had stumbled upon the library. A fire in
the hearth threw a faint glow over leather lined volumes that filled floor to
ceiling book shelves. Lavishly
upholstered plush arm chairs sat upon Aubusson rugs scattered throughout the
room. A settee was positioned across
from a giant stone faced fireplace where a shirtless man sat warming his hands.
Shirtless man?
Ambrosia
blinked.
Certainly, her eyes were playing tricks on
her.
Then
the shirtless man turned his head, his eyes meeting hers.
It
wasn’t a hallucination-he was real. She
hadn’t been expecting to find a partially dressed man, and he obviously wasn’t
expecting to be found. It was but a
moment before the man’s expression began to soften and a wicked smile slowly
crept across his lips.
A smile that stole the breath right from out
of her.
Every gently bred fiber in her body screamed
to turn around and run straight out the door.
Hundreds of years of proper English rearing had produced a base instinct
to flee when in the presence of an unknown male (especially one with so little
clothing). But then he stood up,
cautiously, the way one does as if not to startle a deer. Standing, he was clad in nothing but buckskin
breeches, the dim light from the flames playing over the sculpted muscles and
sinew of his shoulders and chest.
Breeding
be damned, her feet simply refused to budge.
Here are Jessica's bio and links:
Jessica
Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it –
almost Chicago. Jess is heavily inspired by classic sweeping, historical
romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a
fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy.
She invites you to visit her at jessicajefferson.com and read more of
her random romance musings.
Fall
in love with romance again . . .
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