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Today I’m going to share a bit about Lennox Taskill, the hero from THE LIBERTINE. Lennox is one of my favourite male characters ever, and I’m hoping that you’ll enjoy him too. Here’s a snippet from the book, when the heroine, Chloris, first meets him:
1715, St Andrews, Scotland.
Now that she was here, the stories she’d heard about witches over the years came to mind and made her uneasy. Chloris didn’t want to be afraid. She coughed aloud and took several paces forward, closing on the fireplace. Peering into the gloom, she tried to discern features of the person sitting in the armchair. “Good evening,” she said, her voice faltering.
The figure moved in response, long booted legs stretching across the floor toward her.
Chloris peered in disbelief. It was a man. How could this be?
She had expected a mature woman who could aid her with her problem. Either that or at least speak with knowledge about women and the problems of their sex. Instead it was a man who sat before her, languid—yet poised as a nobleman.
She struggled to maintain her composure, but her heart beat erratically. This was so far from what she had expected, and she had thought on it at length. Chloris was practical by nature, and whilst she had her doubts about how much their forbidden craft could achieve, she’d felt sure an older woman would have some sage words about fertility.
“Good evening.” His voice was deep and resonant.
It sent a shiver through her, because she could not see his features clearly. In his hand she saw that he nursed a crystal glass half full with dark wine.
“Please take a seat and speak with me about your concerns.” The man leaned forward in his chair.
Chloris inhaled sharply. The firelight cast his face in stark relief. There was a wild look to him for he had harsh, angular features and dark winged eyebrows that barely shaded the brilliance of his strange blue eyes. The firm outline of his mouth and the rakish look in his eye were evidence of a sensual nature. That left her in no doubt the rumors she’d heard about the carnal nature of those who practiced witchcraft were indeed true. On a woman she might have been able to ignore any blatant signs of their wanton ways, not so this man. She was scarcely able to look away though, despite the fact that she felt the urge to run. “Forgive me, Sire. I have made a mistake in coming here.”
Frowning, he rose from his chair. “Why so?”
Chloris stepped back into the shadows.
Poor dear Chloris, she’s about to be reeled in by a force of nature. :o) You can read the rest of chapter one here.
Here’s the cover copy:
His powers could save her from ruin, or guide her swiftly to it…
Lennox Taskill is a dissolute rogue, a powerful witch who some say even trades his enchantments for profit when it pleases him. His only loyalty is to his coven, his disdain for humanity sealed by the searing memory of his mother burning at the stake. So when the wife of a wealthy landlord comes seeking his help, the beguiling Chloris Keavey unwittingly presents Lennox with his greatest opportunity for distraction…and retribution.
By failing to produce an heir, Chloris faces a terrible threat: being turned out by her heartless husband. Now, she vows to get with child, even if it means surrendering her body—and soul—to Lennox’s seductive magic. But with a witch hunt brewing, Lennox and Chloris are soon risking everything for their forbidden nights of ecstasy…and to protect the secret that could cost them their lives
“Walker deftly spins a captivating tale that will have readers holding their collective breath until the last page is turned.” ~ Publishers Weekly.
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