COMPROMISING MISS TISDALE
By
Jessica Jefferson
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 in
compromising Miss
Tisdale?
Excerpt:
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.
Jessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as
she likes to think of it – almost Chicago. Jessica originally attended college in hopes of achieving an
English degree and writing the next great American novel. Ten years later she was working as a
registered nurse and reading historical romance when she decided to give
writing another go-round.
Jessica writes likes she speaks, which has a tendency to be fast paced and humorous. Jessica is heavily inspired by sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy to transport the reader into a story they miss long after the last page is read. She invites you to visit her at jessicajefferson.com and read her random romance musings.
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1. Who is the last person you hugged?
My toddler. She’s a snuggler, that one.
2. What is the story of your first kiss?
It was with my friend down the street. It took me a couple years to tell
anyone, but he did manage to snag a kiss and cop a bit of a feel. I found the whole thing utterly
horrific and I remember as soon as it was over, I changed the subject and went
on like nothing had happened.
3. Do you like kissing in public?
Absolutely not.
In fact, I’m quite against most PDA. It’s crazy because of my personality, most people take me
for a hugger. I’m always getting
hugged – ugh. Fortunately, my
husband is quite similar in regards to PDA. In fact, my mother wonders just how it is we’ve created two
children since she’s yet to see us touch in the thirteen years we’ve been
married.
4. What is the sweetest thing someone has done for you?
When I was dating my husband he used to leave tokens of
affection on my car window. A CD
with our song, a note. It was
always unexpected. Recently he
showed up to my work wearing an “I love Jessica” shirt. Sweet as those gestures were, I can
still remember something from when I was much younger. It was for my Junior Prom. I had dated this guy whose father had
“forbid” us from seeing each other.
Of course, we did anyways.
What fun is puppy love if it’s not forbidden, right? So, I had to go to prom with some other
guy, just an acquaintance. But
before I went to real prom, I met my boyfriend at the local Dairy Queen where
we had our own little mini-prom.
It was so Jack and Diane of us.
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