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Saturday, June 7, 2014

~Snippet Saturday~ Deception

It’s Saturday and you know what that means. It’s time for another snippet from one of my works.  

I’ve chosen Deception this time, a scene that makes me chuckle every time I read it. I hope you enjoy it, even though my lovely Derringer is a this excerpt. LOL 

Taken from the beginning of Chapter Eight...

As Raven left, the Duke of Derringer arrived.

The actress nodded pleasantly to the tall peer, not even hesitating in her trek to the park gates. Derringer didn’t spare her more than a cursory glance from atop his horse as they passed each other.

He was well aware of her identity. Indeed, what kind of underhanded rogue would he be if he was unaware of the best actress since Sarah Siddons? Everyone knew of her.

Apparently, Aurora was cultivating an association with the woman with little regard for her own reputation. Smirking, Derringer acknowledged that he’d already gone a long way in ruining that anyway.

The duke was cynical enough to realize Raven’s interest in Aurora Glendenning could not be entirely innocent. If his spies were to be believed—and Derringer trusted them as much as he trusted any low-class street ruffian paid to spy on his betters—Miss Raven Emerson was not as sane as she portrayed herself. Rumor said she’d taken her dismissal very ill indeed.

He’d keep an eye on the hauntingly lovely Raven Emerson. One never knew what a woman scorned was capable of.

Reining in next to Aurora’s perch on a park bench, he offered a mocking smile. Instead of scowling or simply walking away, Aurora smiled back. Derringer found himself a trifle startled.

The Duke of Derringer was never startled.

“Your grace,” she murmured, her very expression revealing how uncomfortable she knew she’d made him.

“How are you enjoying this lovely weather?”

He slid from Satan’s back. Dropping the reins, he told the horse to go away.

“Did you just tell your mount to go away?”

Derringer shrugged and lowered his lanky form onto the bench beside her. “He is not being very cooperative today. He needs some time to himself.”

“Oh, of course,” she said, her tone so disbelieving that Derringer felt actual mirth.

“How are you faring since Almack’s?”

“I am faring quite well, my lord. I am surprised you care to inquire, considering any discomforts I experience were caused by you.”

He shrugged. “You broke the rules, Rory.”

“What rules?”

He turned to meet her gaze, marveling at the color of her eyes, wondering how he was going to broach the subject he needed to without finding himself on the other end of Levi’s dueling pistol.

Unknowingly adopting the same attitude Aurora had just minutes before with Raven, he opted for blunt truth.

“You realize I know far more than just his name, do you not?”

I hope you enjoyed that little taste. Additional excerpts can be found on another blog of mine, and you can find the blurb and a little more info about this book on my website (including purchasing links). Thank you for stopping by!

♥Happy reading, writing, and blogging!!♥

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