Blurbs & Excerpts!
Here is a glimpse of the Hero I am currently writing in my latest #darkromance Victorian.
Corinne gasped as the man turned his attention to her.The impact of his gaze felt like a physical hand squeezing the breath from her body. His eyes! His eyes bore into her. Shining black as polished onyx. Their expression filled with the dark promise of destiny.
A tall, imposing man, he was at least two heads taller than the cardinal. Impossibly broad shoulders were cloaked in an expertly tailored black frock coat. An intricately tied cravat at his throat tapered to a deep purple brocade waistcoat, emphasizing his narrow hips and long legs. As she followed Mother Superior up the aisle, his features came into focus. Thick, ink black hair swept back from a widow’s peak framed a handsome yet rigid face. Lowered brow, aristocratic nose, angular jaw. The only softness, his lips, which showed just the hint of a knowing smile.
Stunned, Corinne tripped over the white marble step leading up the alter.
Large, warm hands spanned her ribcage. Saving her from a fall. Lifting her high till the toes of her slippers skimmed the smooth floor. The man placed her before him. Craning her neck back, Corinne dared a glance at his eyes. Frightened of being pulled into their black depths, she quickly averted her own. Desperately she tried to pull air into her body but the feel of his hands, the warmth radiating through the thin silk, prevented anything but a feeble gasp. His touch. The sensation of it. Her limited experience did not give her words to describe, could not prepare her, for such a soul bearing emotion.
“Lord Talon, may I present Corinne,” intoned Mother Superior with reverence.
Lord Lucian Talon, Duke of Ebonhurst. A wealthy peer with extensive landholdings throughout the British Isles in Northumberland, Devon, Somerset and Cumbria. His ancestral home was in the harsh, unforgiving lands of Cornwall. The ruthless rocky terrain and brackish winds forging a commanding lineage of powerful, influential men who never quite shook off the primal impulses of their conquering ancestors. Like his father before him and his father’s father, Lord Lucian took what he wanted without apology, did what he wanted without hesitation and demanded complete subservience without penitence.