You always remember the first time you saw the man or woman you love. It’s something that remains etched in your memory, to be taken out and shared on special occasions, or when you just want validation for why someone found you attractive or interesting enough to want to be with you.
So in honor of that feeling, and with Valentine’s Day fast approaching, why not post a snippet of your choice of the first time your hero and heroine meet.
Here is mine, from my newly entitled “The Duke’s Desire,”
She looked up and found herself staring into the face of the most handsome man she had ever seen. His beautiful light green eyes were clouded with concern, and his tousled black hair fell forward as he leaned toward her. His nose was bold and straight, offset by high, elegant cheekbones. His mouth, dear Lord, made her think all manner of indecent thoughts she never had before.
Still dumbstruck, Victoria leaned toward the man. He smelled of lemons, horse, brandy, and some indefinable fragrance that she sensed was his alone.
She inhaled sharply; her senses heightened. The blades of grass were cool between her fingertips, the ground lumpy underneath her dress. Although the rays of the afternoon sun were warm along her back, his presence made her shiver.
Amanda’s voice brought her back to reality. What was she thinking-she didn’t even know who this man was. She shook her head as if to clear away the cobwebs in her brain, and drew in a deep breath.
“I am fine, Sir. Thank you for your inquiry, but my friends are here and they will be able to assist me to my carriage. I appreciate your heroics in saving that little boy. I quite fear that I would have failed at my efforts to lead him out of danger .”
“I would be remiss as a gentleman if I kept you sitting on the ground. Please, may I assist you to your feet, Miss?” he asked. “I must commend you on your stunning show of bravery. I don’t believe I know of another young woman who would risk injury to her person to save a stranger.”
“I couldn’t let a child be crushed, sir. Anyone with a heart would do the same, if they had but seen him as I did. But I thank you very much for your concern and help.” Victoria gave the handsome as sin stranger a slight smile as she extended her gloved hand to him for assistance.
Merry and Lissy looked at Tristan and swept into deep curtseys. “Good afternoon, Your Grace,”
Victoria’s head snapped around. “Y-Your Grace?”
“Have you never met?” Merry asked. “Lady Victoria Aldridge, Lady Amanda Seacroft, may I present His Grace, the Duke of Avery.”