I’m so excited about Master of Sin, which releases on March 27–so excited I forgot it was my turn to blog today, LOL. I have little lists everywhere to keep me on track for the release, but apparently not enough. So, I’m just going to tease you with a few paragraphs and hope you’ll want to read more of Andrew and Gemma in a few weeks. For a chance to win a hardcover copy of Master of Sin, you can enter my website contest right here.
Is it love at first sight? Definitely not! Here’s poor Andrew, who finds himself cast adrift in the Sea of the Hebrides with a cranky child and a plain little governess.
He would give his soul for a brandy. Well, he probably had no soul to give. Donal Stewart had taken it long ago. But surely there must be spirits somewhere in this house. On this island. They were in Scotland, after all. He could walk back through the muck and the wet to the village. He’d not seen a pub through the gloom, but there had been a tiny stone church. He’d make do with communion wine if absolutely necessary.
Andrew sat down at his desk, lay his head down and closed his eyes. His arm ached like the very devil. He was in a hell entirely of his own making. What had possessed him to trust Christie with these arrangements? He would have been better off going to America and rubbing elbows with wild Indians. Instead he was perched on top of a windy ridge, trapped with a sick child, two unintelligible servants and a wicked little shrew.
Now that there was a substantial fire in the kitchen, the shrew had removed a few layers of her make-shift covering to reveal a scrawny little body worthy of a twelve-year-old boy. Her dress—brown , of course—was the ugliest thing he’d ever seen on a woman. The only thing worse, he thought, would be to remove it and catch sight of what little there was underneath.
Do you believe in love at first sight?