One Week Away!

THE TROUBLE WITH INVENTING A VISCOUNT hits shelves next week! And I can’t wait to share Honoria and Oscar’s story with you!

So, with that said, I’m sharing a snippet with you. Enjoy!

Excerpt from THE TROUBLE WITH INVENTING A VISCOUNT:

He hopped down from the stage and turned for Honoria. Without thought, he set his hands on her waist to help her down. She opened her mouth as if to argue—after all, they both knew he wasn’t the chivalrous sort—but then relented and placed her hands on his shoulders instead.

They stood eye to eye, her face framed by the stars just winking into existence through the indigo of twilight. “I remember a night sky similar to this in Paris.”

“I’m surprised you recall it at all.”

“Such a peevish tone, Signore. Is this about that make-believe kiss again?” At the mention, he could swear he saw the first curls of steam coming out of her ears. “Apparently, this is a rather sore point. Very well. If it will make you feel better, I will let you refresh my memory.”

He slid her forward, taking his time to lower her feet to the ground. And she surprised him by staying close, lightly tracing the edge of his jaw with her fingertips and sending a shower of tingles over his skin.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” she purred, looking at him through heavy lashes in a way that made his blood thicken.

His grip tightened on her narrow waist. “Have you?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed. And when she sank her top teeth into the plump flesh of her bottom lip, he nearly groaned.

He wanted that lip. Wanted to take it between his teeth, then take her mouth in a slow, thorough kiss. That would be the perfect ending to this surprising day. He was even willing to lose this round to her, to be the first one to concede.

But it seemed like he wouldn’t have to, after all. Because she rose up on her toes and laid her finger against his lips, brushing softly back and forth. “And I think that you’re right.”

“I am?” His reply was hoarse and barely audible, his throat going dry when her hand slid to his nape. A warm shiver darted down his spine, pooling low. Every single part of him was focused on one thing—wanting her mouth beneath his.

“That kiss,” she whispered, her sweet breath teasing the surface of his skin, making him ache with hunger, “never happened. Just. Like. This. One.”

Abruptly, she lowered to her heels. Then she left him there, tongue-tied and more aroused than he remembered ever being. And all from a kiss that never happened.

Bloody hell.

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