Viscount Camden Beckinworth had lived the life of a devil-may-care rake until his parents’ untimely death. He cast aside his personal life, returned home to save the crumbling family business and decided to re-enter Society five years later. By then, the pesky little sister of his two best childhood friends had grown into a lovely woman.
After two disastrous London seasons, Susanna Lorican accepted a marriage proposal from a neighborhood friend and, while she had adored him since childhood, she never expected the man of her dreams to reciprocate her feelings. She planned the perfect Christmas Eve wedding but she didn’t expect a snowstorm to barrel through the English countryside on the morning of.
Does social peril and uncontrollable weather keep the lovebirds from the altar or do they find their happily ever after in the midst of a disastrous wedding day?
Susanna trembled as sobs clogged her throat. Camden rushed to her side and wrapped his arms around her. His lips brushed across her forehead. His touch was too intimate but she didn’t have the strength or desire to pull away.
“Breathe,” he instructed. “There’s more than one man of the cloth in Derby, in your family’s parish. Another will be fetched.”
Susanna shook her head and then fisted her hands in his frilled shirt and striped waistcoat, crying as if the world had tumbled down on top of her. He held her close for several minutes, murmuring sweet words in her ear. She finally glanced up, her eyes red and puffy, and swallowed hard to find her voice. “Reverend Chauncey’s horse slipped on ice, so I doubt the road is travelable. I don’t want anyone else injured on our account.”
He nodded. “I love you, Susanna Lorican. Nothing will change that.” He clasped her tear-stained cheek in his palm. “Stay strong for me. We will get through this.”
Guilt overwhelmed her. Susanna squeezed her eyes shut and pried herself from his arms. She needed space and time to think. As he tried to hold her hand, she shifted from his grasp and scooted as far back on the sofa as possible. Tears leaked from her eyelids. “It’s all my fault.” She stared up at Camden as another sob clogged her throat. She felt so unworthy. Foolish. She clutched her hands in her skirts and forced down the sob. “I’m sorry. What was I thinking? A winter wedding? I must be insane.”
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Interesting. Does she or doesn’t she want to marry him?
Great teaser – brought me back and made me reflect. Living in the southern USA, my own winter wedding (December) was barely heavy jacket weather.
It’s too bad, yet predictable, that she’s getting cold feet about her winter wedding. 😉
Nice excerpt! Winter weddings are just too tempting.
Poor Susanna, you can feel that she is overwhelmed.
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Enjoyed your excerpt. Does she want to marry him or not. A winter wedding can be beautiful. Thanks for sharing!
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