“Being completely gentlemanly is overrated at times,” she said.
He draped her arm around his and pressed her hand against his forearm.
“Perhaps it is,” he said as they began to walk.
With her free hand, she fussed with her skirt, using the excuse to keep
their pace slow. Not only was she in no hurry to get back, she didn’t want him
overexerting himself. All too soon, they were picking their way through the
muddy patches that dotted the pathways between tents. Candlelight glowed from
within a few of the tents already. Thankfully, the paths were empty of people
for the most part. Cliste pushed her nose through the canvas door of their tent
and dashed inside, leaving them alone.
Arm withdrawing from hers, Sean took a step back. Before they lost
contact altogether, he caught up one of her hands, raised it to his lips, and
kissed the back of it. The heady sensation of a man’s lips—this man’s lips in
particular—upon the bare flesh of her hand was entirely new. Men had kissed her
hand before, but always with a glove upon it. A thrill vibrated all the way
down to her core. Her eyes shot open and she gasped at the pleasure of it. From
beneath his dark brown locks, he gazed up at her from where he bent over her
hand. Muscles low in her abdomen clenched, widening her eyes even farther.
“Guess I’m not a complete gentleman after all,” he whispered.
The husky tone of his voice touched things inside her that she longed
for his skin to. Her face was afire with the scandal of her thoughts, and she
couldn’t care less.
“Like I said, overrated,” she said in a breathy voice.
BLURB:
Risking
it all for love and valor . . .
When
Corporal Sean MacBranian awakens after being injured in battle, he is sure the
luck o’ the Irish has run out on him. Or that he’s died and gone to Heaven.
There can be no other explanation for the blond-haired, blue-eyed angel
standing before him. But his “angel” is a truehearted lass named Ashlinn, and
she wears a nurse’s uniform. Her tender ministrations have brought him back
from the brink of death—and have given him a new reason for living.
Ashlinn
knows their parting is inevitable; her handsome hero must return to the 69th
infantry of the Union army, and there are no guarantees of his safe return.
With most of her family already destroyed by the war ravaging America, she is
sure she cannot survive another loss. Yet she feels powerless against the draw
of Sean’s strong and steady heart. Neither time nor distance nor the danger of
battle seems to lessen their bond. But when their secret letters are
intercepted, the devoted nurse’s love will face the ultimate test . . .
Buy links:
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/9781516102860
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Heather McCorkle is an
award-winning author of paranormal, steampunk, and historical fiction. When she
is not writing, editing, or designing book covers and websites, she can be
found on the slopes, the hiking trails, or on horseback. As a native Oregonian,
she enjoy the outdoors nearly as much as the worlds she creates on the pages.
No need to travel to the Great Northwest though; connect to her instead on her
blog and her many social networking sites. You can also find her the first
Monday night of every month at 6:00 pm Pacific Time on the #WritersRoad chat on
Twitter, which she co-created and moderates. Entertaining readers and
uncovering stories and points of view that haven't been covered are two of her
greatest passions.
Author Links:
Website: http://www.heathermccorkle.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/HeatherMcCorkle
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