Happy Halloween to those of you who celebrate! Since it's my birthday today, I decided to give you all a small gift - a snippet from the first chapter of (there's) nothing in between, a sequel to line without a hook.
But first, some news:
12 chapters out of 17 are already written
The story has 118k words so far
I'm working on chapter 13 and HOPEFULLY, i can finish it this week
Finishing (and editing) this story will be my NanoWriMo project. I have everything outlined and I hope I can finish it soon (I want to finish writing and editing it before posting!)
The ideal date for posting should be December 6th, but if I'm not finished by then, the first chapter will be posted on Christmas Eve at the latest.
Thank you everyone for reading my stories and waiting for the sequel. I promise you, I'm working hard on it!
Now that we get all the boring stuff out of the way, let's see what our favourite duo is up to, shall we?
A scene from chapter one "i don't really care about the way you touch me when we're alone"
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“Miss Sharma.” His voice was quiet as he took a step closer. “How are you this evening?”
Her shoulders tensed and her heart skipped a beat, a shiver going down her spine. She admonished herself for reacting that way. Vexing man, always insisting on staying in her thoughts when she wished to forget his gentle smile and his sincere apology which had caused her heart to stutter and her mouth to go dry. The flowers that had made her heart beat faster and the vague message that had left her wanting more.
Irritation, she decided. That was the feeling she should focus on in his presence.
“You should not be here, my lord. It is my place of refuge.”
“The balcony that anyone has access to?” He sounded baffled.
Kate took a deep breath, looking at the garden below gleaming in the moonlight. The gentle breeze did nothing to calm her racing heart as Lord Bridgerton took a step closer to her and she could feel his body heat at her back.
“You didn’t answer my question, Madam.” His voice was coy.
“What do you think, my lord?” she snapped.
“I hear you have been busy,” he observed.
Hearing this one remark, anger stirred within her. She stiffened as her mind raced to decode his meaning. Was he talking about the suitors she had no choice but to entertain?
She brushed her tears away before straightening her spine and turning around to face him. His brows furrowed, eyes shining with concern as he catalogued every inch of her face, and she cursed herself for being drawn to the depth of his eyes.
“And what is that supposed to mean, Lord Bridgerton?” she challenged, irritation glowing in her eyes. A Rake like him had no right to judge her.
“Nothing, I only meant-”
“I do not particularly care what you meant, my lord. As always, your intentions do not match the effect you have on people,” Kate answered, staring at him unblinkingly. She hoped he would leave her alone.
Of course, he did the opposite.
He stepped closer.
“And what effect do I have on you?” Anthony Bridgerton whispered, eyebrows raising, the corners of his lips lifting.
Kate scowled. “You irritate me.”
She was lying, of course, but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he affected her so. She was barely able to catch her breath with his close proximity to her, his musky scent invading her senses.
“Oh, do I?” His voice was deep and husky, and he stepped even closer, far beyond the line of propriety. “Is that why your breath is ragged, Miss Sharma? Why your eyes are burning? Chest heaving?”
Kate's heart stopped. There was no way he knew? She narrowed her eyes. “I beg your pardon?”
“Oh, I could make you beg”, he murmured, unabashedly, his lips hovering over her ear, the way she’d wished they’d done when he handed her the reins for Nectar and whispered the words that played over and over in Kate's mind throughout her sleepless nights: There is no one else I would trust but you.
Currently thinking about Anthony openly saying to Kate's face he dreaded the moment he'd lose his honor and end up giving in to her if he were to marry Edwina
