Happy Sunday, lovelies!
November is here, Nanowrimo is here and I'm back! I apologize for being a bit absent these past few weeks (both posting and visiting) but my evil day job had me running around a bit.
Anyhow, today I'm here and I'm continuing with where I left off from A Tempest of Passion. In the last snippet I shared from this WIP (which I'm trying to finish for Nano), a certain Mr. Dalton made Emily and her maid feel faint. You can read it here.
Editing has taken place in today's snippet.
I hope you enjoy!
*creative editing to keep to the guidelines has probably taken place*
#SexySnippets and #8Sunday Sentences
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William Dalton was by no means the most handsome man she had ever set eyes on but there was something about him that unnerved her.
“Thank you, Gertrude, close the door.” she said, finding her voice at last.
“But Ms. Bunsbury--”
Emily resisted the urge to roll her eyes. When would they learn that she was past her prime?
“All right, Gertrude. Thank you.”
With a curt nod and a sheepish smile toward Mr. Dalton, Gertrude walked out, leaving the door ajar. As soon as she was out of sight, Emily’s attention riveted to the other person in the room.