It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from The Financier and the Sweetheart, Campo Royale #4, releasing in February 2023.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
He smiled so sinfully it was hard to breath. “This is a gift from me to you. I made a vow and I plan to stick to it.”
“Such a gallant man you’ve grown to be,” I said which got me a deep, regal bow from Nate. “I think a few days away from Clarice will do me good. I’d love to go to the Cotswolds with you.”
His smile put the new sun to shame. “Excellent! I’ll pull my old Austin Healey out from under its dust cover, get Mrs. Filcher to pack us a little nosh as she likes to call it, and see you in an hour? Can you throw together an overnight bag and shower in less than sixty minutes?”
I nodded, rose to my toes to kiss his scruffy cheek, and then dashed to the shower, slippers slapping, Nathan laughing like a loon behind me. I had no clue what an Austin Healey was.
Lord please do not let it be a motorcycle with one of those sidecar things. Amen.
Nor did I know what exactly the Cotswolds were or why they made Nate’s eyes sparkle when he spoke of them. Whatever they were and however we got there didn’t matter. All that mattered was how light I felt when he looked at me. I’d fallen for him all over again. Stalling out just inside the bathroom I placed my hand to my chest. My heart was thundering. Despite how I’d tried to keep him at a distance he’d won me over once more.
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