Here's a first glimpse of IT HAPPENED ONE MIDNIGHT (out in
July!). Jonathan Redmond is out hero, and this is a snippet of
the very first scene—which happens at (you guessed it!) midnight:
A sucked cheroot flared into life, and round the light of it
a man came into focus.
His posture was unmistakable. She’d inadvertently memorized
it this afternoon at her salon, because he’d spent much of
his time simply leaning against the wall opposite her and watching
her through hooded eyes. Smiling very faintly, as though he was
in on a private joke. As though he *knew* her, although they’d
only just met, and never spoke after that first introduction.
Then there was the fact that he was the sort of man no woman with
blood in her veins would ever forget once she’d seen him.
His face, shadowed intriguingly now, rather embossed itself on
one’s memory. So few men actually caused a sharp intake of
breath.
Judging from his reputation, he took full advantage of this.
None of this mattered to Tommy. He hadn’t a title, and he
was a rake, and everyone knew she had rules about these things.
Ironically, however, he’d said the only thing that truly
interested her all afternoon. She’d overheard it.
“Well, if it isn’t the celebrated Miss Thomasina de
Ballesteros. What could possibly bring you to—…”
He peered into the window. “—…a crouching position
outside the window of a powerful married duke?”
His voice was very quiet, very baritone, and intolerably amused.
“It’s not what you think, Mr. Redmond,” she managed
with icy elegance. Or as much elegance as once could muster whilst
whispering. “And one might ask the same of you.”
~end of excerpt~
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