He owns three
shipping companies, a diamond mine, and his own castle.
He knows Portuguese, Hindu, Mandarin and Morse code.
His assets net thirteen million.
He knows Portuguese, Hindu, Mandarin and Morse code.
His assets net thirteen million.
Lord Preston
wants the one thing money can’t buy…
Andrew Tilmore, Lord Preston, the financial prodigy dubbed “The King of Threadneedle Street” wants the one prize out of reach: his childhood sweetheart. The papers can waste a sea of ink scandalizing over his lavender-eyed Alysia; so what if she is the daughter of his father’s mistress?
Alysia Villier learned the craft of the courtesan from her infamous mother―by osmosis apparently. A gifted artist who almost won the Prix de Rome, Alysia is not interested in following in her mother’s footsteps, since Andrew ruined her for any other man. But with her legal guardian—Andrew’s father―in control of her inheritance, she has little choice in the matter.
Keeping Alysia out of trouble and away from eager suitors becomes a cross-continental quest for Andrew. Not his old-fashioned family, the disapproval of the ton, nor even Alysia’s dedication to duty and propriety will stop him. Playing newspapers and investors like pawns, tumbling world markets, inciting riots… has he gone too far?
Andrew Tilmore, Lord Preston, the financial prodigy dubbed “The King of Threadneedle Street” wants the one prize out of reach: his childhood sweetheart. The papers can waste a sea of ink scandalizing over his lavender-eyed Alysia; so what if she is the daughter of his father’s mistress?
Alysia Villier learned the craft of the courtesan from her infamous mother―by osmosis apparently. A gifted artist who almost won the Prix de Rome, Alysia is not interested in following in her mother’s footsteps, since Andrew ruined her for any other man. But with her legal guardian—Andrew’s father―in control of her inheritance, she has little choice in the matter.
Keeping Alysia out of trouble and away from eager suitors becomes a cross-continental quest for Andrew. Not his old-fashioned family, the disapproval of the ton, nor even Alysia’s dedication to duty and propriety will stop him. Playing newspapers and investors like pawns, tumbling world markets, inciting riots… has he gone too far?
EXCERPT:
Making
Alysia a semi-famous Expressionist painter was a joy. I took art lessons the
year I wrote this manuscript, which helped me write from the perspective of an
artist who sees light, color, and shape as possibilities instead of facts.
There’s a scene wherein Alysia claims not to be affected by “heroic nudity” in
art, and Andrew calls her bluff. You’d better believe that was fun to write!
Andrew held out a finger to trace the lines of her drawing, but
withdrew. “The Dying Gaul?”
He turned his discerning gaze on her.
“One of my favorites. He reminds me of you,” she confessed. The heat
of his stare was too intense; she diverted her eyes to the case of pastels in
her hand.
“But I have no moustache.” Playful, but she knew he was trying to draw
her out.
“The resemblance is in his form and his masculine expression.”
“But he is dying.”
“But not in despair. He is brave. He meets his fate proudly.”
His eyes gleamed with mischief. “He is naked. Surely you don’t
imagine me that way.”
“As an admirer of great art I am quite unaffected by heroic nudity in
the erotic sense.”
His eyebrows raised into his tumbled hair.
She took her book back and looked again at the drawings he found so
disturbing. Admittedly, from the perspective of an objective viewer, there
was indeed a great deal of emphasis on suffering.
Alysia noticed Andrew was removing his clothes. He often shed his
jacket, waistcoat, and necktie in her presence, but he now had his shirt off
and was unfastening his trouser buttons.
“Andrew! What are you doing?”
“You said you wanted to sketch me?” He held his arms out. “I want to
be sketched. No better time than now.”
He shut the door of the salon. The turning lock echoed, a sinister
sound.
“But — I… I had a portrait in mind. A decent one.”
“Oh, it will be better than decent.” He tossed his boots and stockings
into a chair.
“I mean, presentable. To the
public.” She watched with wide eyes as Andrew wadded his trousers and
launched them into the chair as well.
“You said you aren’t averse to heroic nudity.”
“But not yours!” She felt on the verge of panic. “Besides, what is
heroic about this?”
“You are the artist with the vivid imagination. Make something up.”
He tossed his drawers into her lap, and a whimper squeaked from her
throat. She heard him drop onto the settee opposite her.
“Well?”
Alysia reined in the giddy feeling making her lightheaded and opened
the book to a blank page. She selected a pencil then looked up at him.
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Moriah
Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range
bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of
books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing
about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned by the smell of
chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your
friendly neighborhood music teacher. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband
and four children. Published in historical and paranormal romance,
Moriah has a Master’s degree in music, is a 2012 RWA Golden Heart finalist,
2012 National Reader’s Choice Award “Best First Book” finalist, and 2012
National Reader’s Choice Award finalist in historical romance. She loves
hearing from readers!
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ReplyDeleteThis really was a fun excerpt. Sounds like a really great story.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun excerpt. I love the idea of "heroic nudity"!
ReplyDeleteSuch a shame the excerpt ends there. What fun.
ReplyDeleteSuch a shame the excerpt ends there. What fun.
ReplyDeleteThe way this excerpt ended was strategic, wasn't it? Just to entice us to want to read more. :-) I've already bought the book, but haven't been able to read it yet because I was too busy on our vacation to relax. But I'm relaxing now...and will start the book soon. I'm really looking forward to it. jdh2690@gmail.com
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