JUST PERFECT
BY
JoMarie DeGioia
BLURB:
William
Chesterton, the Earl of Chester, might be the perfect gentleman, but his
feelings for Constance Bridgewater are anything but gentlemanly.
Constance
Bridgewater, the daughter of the late Earl of Bridgewater, might be the perfect
lady, but her feelings for the Earl of Chester are anything but ladylike.
They
both know that if they were together, everything would be just perfect.
So
what is keeping them apart?
Excerpt
Two:
“You can’t deny the party last night was delightful, Constance.”
Constance read the extreme interest in her cousin Sarah’s
countenance. Her eyes were almost wild.
“I believe I told you it was so,” Constance said.
“And what of the gentlemen there?” Sarah persisted. “Do you
deny that you enjoyed dancing with them?”
Constance took a measured breath, keeping her pique from her
own features. “Why ever would I deny that? I enjoyed myself immensely and
fancied each gentleman who took my hand in his. There, are you satisfied?”
Sarah blew out a breath and leaned back. “You’re always
satisfied.”
Diane Plymouth, their close friend, let out a sigh. “I’m
not.”
Constance studied Diane, certain she had heard her
incorrectly. “What do you mean, Diane?”
She waved a hand. “I’m unable to settle on a gentleman, I’m
afraid. I want to marry and settle down, like our other friends have.”
Constance quelled her feelings. She so wanted that as well,
but it wouldn’t do to appear as desperate as these two. It wasn’t in keeping
with her image of the cool and perfect young society miss. This morning she was
immensely chafed by that mantel.
“It’s a pity so many eligible men have been snatched from
the marriage market.” Sarah sighed, then suddenly brightened. “There are still
several left for the taking, Diane. Don’t give up hope.”
“True, but I don’t know where to set my cap,” Diane said. “I
have a few men in mind, but I just can’t decide.”
Constance didn’t want to ask, she truly didn’t. Burning
interest in the social swirl of the season was expected, however.
“Which gentlemen are you considering?” she asked Diane.
“Well, there are several,” Diane said, her eyes bright as
she warmed to her topic. “Take Lord Kanewood’s circle.”
Sarah snorted. “Two down, two to go.”
Diane nodded. “I chose that particular group of gentlemen to
demonstrate my sad state.”
“Really?” Constance said, curious despite herself. “Why
those particular men?”
Sarah nodded, leaning forward. “They are such diverse
gentlemen, in looks and temperament.”
“Exactly,” Diane said. “Take Lord Kanewood.”
“Yes, please,” Sarah put in.
Constance laughed. “He’s married, Sarah. And quite happily.”
Sarah grinned and nodded. “Yes, yes. Go on, Diane.”
“He’s the leader of their circle, commanding and very
handsome. Yet he was caught.”
“And gone from the market.” Sarah sighed.
“Now, take Lord Leed,” Diane went on.
“Yes, please,” Sarah said again.
“Sarah,” Constance said with another laugh.
“Lord Leed,” Diane went on, her face dreamy now. “Dark and
brooding and so . . .” She sighed.
“Yes,” Constance said. “Another gentleman happily married.”
“Oh, but Lord Roberts!” Diane gushed now. “He’s still
available. And so charming and attentive toward me.”
“As he is toward most every lady.” Sarah pouted. “A girl
can’t count on his charm to land on her alone.”
“But I’ve seen his sparkling gray eyes in my dreams,” Diane
said.
Constance silently allowed that there wasn’t a more charming
man of their acquaintance than Lord Roberts, not that she’d seen his particular
eyes in her dreams. No. It was one particular pair of warm, brown eyes that
made her body ache, in and out of her dreams. Not to mention his thick, blond
hair. It looked so soft . . . she shook herself back to her boring, wakeful existence.
“Lord Roberts has gone to the country, Diane,” she said.
“And will no doubt remain there for some time.”
“Yes, his father has reportedly taken ill,” Sarah said.
“Pity that, though it might lead to an elevation in his station from viscount
to earl.”
“Sarah!” Constance said. “How can you wish such sadness on
Lord Roberts?”
“Oh, I don’t, not really,” Sarah said. “I just wish he was
in town this season. He’s one of the few unattached gentlemen who draws my
attention.”
“Your attention is drawn to every handsome face with a title
and fortune,” Diane said. “I daresay I would take Lord Roberts with neither.”
Sarah snorted in obvious disbelief. “Be that as it may, he’s
well and gone from London and we’ll have to set our caps for different
gentlemen if we have any hope of marrying before this new season ends.”
The two other girls grew quiet, which unsettled Constance
more than their chatter had. It was inevitable, the new course their
conversation would take. She braced herself for the realization to strike the
two of them.
“There is at least one who is available and quite
attractive,” Diane said.
Constance’s hands fluttered in her lap and she fought to
keep them still. “Which gentleman?” she asked, as if she didn’t know.
“Hmm, yes,” Sarah mused aloud. “There is always Lord
Chester.”
And there it was. The mention of the very man Constance
couldn’t get out of her mind. “L-Lord Chester?”
“Oh, yes, Lord Chester!” Diane cried. “He’s quite handsome
and most pleasant. Though I can’t quite sketch a true picture of his
character.”
Constance knew what she meant, for he was always so perfect
in every social situation. Saying the right thing, dressed the right way,
acting in the right manner. Aside from those blessed moments he’d held her in
his arms at Leed Manor, that is.
“He has done work for Lord Kanewood. That is certain,” Sarah
said. “During that business with the earl’s brother, at least.”
Diane shivered. “Horrid, that. Stealing funds and attempted
murder?”
Sarah nodded, her eyes bright. “It’s rumored that Lord
Chester has worked with the government, but no one can say in what capacity.
He’s well-respected and his opinions count in Parliament. He’s affable and most
pleasant, I’ll allow. Well-connected and wealthy, and welcome wherever he
goes.”
“A perfect gentleman,” Diane concluded.
Constance could practically see the interest sparking in the
girl’s mind. She wouldn’t let it smolder into flames of desire, however. Lord
Chester wasn’t for Diane, or even Sarah for that matter. He was for her.
She alone had seen the dark glint of intent in those deep
brown eyes of his as he stole glances at her from across the ballroom. She
alone had encountered the tenseness of his firmly muscled body as he held her
sedately during the dance. She alone had felt the impact of his intriguing
smile, curved with heat instead of politeness as he’d nearly kissed her.
Yes, she knew there was far more to the Earl of Chester than
the well-connected perfect gentleman. Far more.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JoMarie DeGioia has been making up stories for
as long as she can remember, and has spent years giving voice to the characters
in her head. She’s known Mickey Mouse from the “inside,” has been a copyeditor
for her town’s newspaper, and a bookseller. She writes Historical and
Contemporary Romances, along with Young and New Adult Fantasy stories. She
divides her time between Central Florida and New England. You can contact her
at JoMarie@JoMarieDeGioia.com
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ReplyDeleteThanks so much for hosting today’s Book Blast Blurb Tour! I had so much fun writing Just Perfect, a story readers kept asking for. It’s Lord Chester and Constance’s tale, and if you read it please tell me what you think of Constance’s cousin, Sarah. She’s a new favorite of mine, and I’m planning a series based on her and her scandalous (!) family. I’m at Romance Writers of America’s Annual Conference in Atlanta, and will try to drop by again later. Thanks again!
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Can't wait to read Sarah's story!
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