TO GAMBLE ON AN EARL – Release Blitz

Lady Phoebe Collins backed into the alcove, stopping when she bumped against the floral wallpaper. She was safely hidden in the shadows, away from the ballroom and its dancing couples. She took the note from her reticule and her heart skipped a beat as she read the words written in a strong hand, �Meet me in the sitting room, two doors beyond the stairs, at half past eleven. �Fox.�

Putting the note back into her reticule, she smiled at the familiar form of address in the signature and moved down the hall to the specified room. Why did Foxington want to meet her? Was he having regrets about what had happened when they�d been snowed in on Christmas Eve? Or was he planning to continue what they�d started on that magical night? His nickname, �The Fox� implied an intimate relationship, and her pulse fluttered again at the thought. She walked down the hall, her mind going over every detail of the night they were trapped together by a snowstorm one year earlier.

Foxington approached offering to escort her home after a dinner party where Ravenstone had surprised everyone by asking Lady Lettice Durham, Foxington�s sister to marry him. The trip home had gone terribly wrong, an unexpected storm piling so much snow on the road that they�d had to unhitch the horses and finish the journey to Elkhorn Hall on horseback.

Foxington had taken her up behind him, and the intimacy of the situation had encompassed them, lingering after they�d arrived and been cared for by the intrepid housekeeper, Mrs. Brown. Food and dry clothing had been provided for everyone, including Foxington�s aunt, who had also been in the carriage as chaperone.

After Foxington�s aunt departed the room, Phoebe walked around the space, picking up pillows from the sofa and fluffing them, only to put one down before picking up another.

�I would say this evening was a success in regards to Lady Lettice and Lord Ravenstone. You accomplished what you set out to do. Your sister is now betrothed, and to a fine gentleman.� Phoebe looked up at Foxington with a smile.

The earl moved swiftly toward Phoebe, reached for the pillow she was holding to her chest, and threw it back onto the sofa before placing one arm around her waist. He cupped her cheek, bent down, and kissed her.

The urgency in his kiss surprised them both, and for a moment she didn�t react. Then, as if giving in to some inner debate her body relaxed against his, she returned the pressure of his lips, and her legs moved against the confines of her gown to arch slightly against him.

He paused slightly, then kissed her once more, gently. He set her back from him with his arms stiff and his breathing ragged.

�Phoebe?� he asked softly, his deep voice thick. With concern, she�d thought.

She stared at him, realizing he was just as shocked as she at their encounter.

�You�you kissed me,� she whispered.

�I certainly did.� A devilish grin quirked at his lips. �And by all accounts you kissed me back. Care for another one?�