And the jagged scar, the telltale sign, grew silver-white. His eyes narrowed to half-slits, his mouth set in a firm line.
He was on the verge of losing his temper. "Francie," Alexander said through clenched teeth. "Usually, that's necessary at some point if an acquaintance is to develop into a relationship of any substance." Isn't that right, Bernard?"Īll eyes flew to Uncle Bernard. You'll never get to know one another if you can't dispense with the Miss and Mister. For heaven's sake, you'd think she was a two-headed monster. The whole notion is preposterous." Though he needn't be quite so adamant about it. Heat rushed to her cheeks and she blurted out, "Mr. "Miss Jordan and I would never suit." His gaze settled on her. "This is ridiculous." Alexander shot the earl a murderous look. Enter Francie Jordan, a carefree spirit who runs barefoot, dons men's breeches, and loves animals and people with innocent abandon and boundless energy. I knew none of Alexander's story, but then I began to think about what would make a man like this avoid anything that smacks of emotion and what kind of woman could change his mind and heal his heart. When he popped into my head, I didn't know the details of his painful history, the lowly beginning as a stable boy with an empty belly and grimy hands, the father who beat him, the mother who didn't love him enough to save herself. Alexander Bishop, in his proper attire and perfectly tied cravat. My mind wandered, the noises quieted, and there he was, Mr. I love creating heroes, the wounded kind that "bleeds hurt and been done wrong"-the kind every woman wants to heal. I did the only thing a writer can do at a moment like this -I closed my eyes and thought of my next book, or more to the point, my next hero. I didn't even have the calming voice of my husband next to me as he'd been shuttled to the waiting room. Without glasses or contacts, I could see about three inches in front of me, and that's a generous estimation. There I was, tucked into an oversized blue-and-white print hospital issue with an IV in one arm, beeps, buzzes, and scuffing footsteps pushing me toward a migraine. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.Īlexander Bishop came to me as I lay on the hospital bed waiting for outpatient surgery. (Author note: A Taste of Seduction has been re-released, and edits have been made to ensure continuity between the books, including character names.)īook One: The Seduction of Sophie Seacrest (Sophie & Holt's story)īook Two: A Taste of Seduction (Francie & Alexander's story)īook Three: A Touch of Seduction: a novella (Ariana & Jason's story)īook Four: A Scent of Seduction (Julia & Jon's story)
Unfortunately, not everyone wishes to see a union between Francie and Alexander, and they will stop at nothing to keep this couple apart. Indeed, they have nothing in common but an undeniable desire for one another they can't ignore, and an ailing "father" who will employ any means to bring them together. He believes in keeping a safe distance from anything that resembles an emotion. She believes in love, second chances, and happily ever after. He won't loosen his cravat unless the bedroom door is firmly closed. A Taste of Seduction is their story.Ī young woman of noble blood, raised as a peasant girl.Īn orphaned stable boy, now grown and the surrogate son of a powerful earl-the same earl who just so happens to be the young woman's father.įrancie Jordan and Alexander Bishop have nothing in common-she runs barefoot and talks to animals. Readers fell in love with Francie and Alexander Bishop from The Seduction of Sophie Seacrest, and wanted to know how they came to be Mr. A Taste of Seduction is Book Two of Mary Campisi's Regency historical series, An Unlikely Husband.
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