Tuesday’s spotlight shines on the historical romance, Chasing the Other Tisdale by Jessica Jefferson.
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Jessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it—almost Chicago. She is heavily inspired by classic sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy. She invites you to visit her website and read more of her random romance musings.
Here’s a little bit about Chasing the Other Tisdale:
She’s the other sister…
Overshadowed by the beauty of her older sister, Lillian is better known as the other Tisdale; unremarkable and unsure how she will ever deliver on the promise of her family's name.
He’s a rake in need of reforming…
Will Colton leads a frivolous existence, embracing notoriety instead of managing his family’s fortune. Determined to forget his financial burden and his father’s growing resentment, he maintains a lifestyle dedicated to pleasure and self-indulgence. When Will is invited to the Tisdale estate for an extended holiday, he never expects to become friends with the forgettable Lillian. But when a family secret comes to light, he must choose between leaving London and protecting the honor of one woman or staying and risking the reputation of another.
Upon his return, Will finds the girl he left behind has come out of the shadows and into her own. Lillian’s finally the center of attention, and not all of it good. With his own reputation in tatters, can a reformed rake lure her out of the hands of London's bachelors and back into his own arms? Can he escape his past and reclaim her heart, or has he lost her forever?
This is an exclusive excerpt from Chasing the Other Tisdale:
Mr. Colton proceeded to slip on his jacket over his naked torso. He then placed one arm under her knees and another around her shoulders, and effortlessly scooped her up in his arms. Lilly knew it was futile to resist, so she did her best to assist, tucking her head neatly into his shoulder and trying to contain all her extremities to keep them from flailing about. She’d never been terribly confident about her appearance, never having been one to let a plate of biscuits go undisturbed, but she supposed there was nothing she could do about that now.
“Relax,” he instructed. “You’re only going to make your arm hurt worse if you tense up like that.”
“Given my current situation, I’m afraid that’s quite impossible to do.” He’d tried his best to preserve some dignity by putting on his jacket, but there was still the undeniable fact that her body was touching his naked chest. Her bare arm was brushing against the soft thatch of light blond hair at the center of his chest, the heat of his skin practically burning her. He held her close to him, so close she could feel the beat of his heart, her own drumming along with it.
“How’s the pain?” he asked, concern clearly written across his face. She could tell he was being cautious, his steps steady.
“Tolerable.” It still hurt something fierce, but not nearly as bad as it would if left hanging loose from her shoulder.
“Is the sling working then?”
“Better than I expected, actually,” she answered honestly. “Thank you.”
He smiled broadly, obviously quite pleased with the appraisal of his craftsmanship. “Perhaps I’ll consider changing course and going into the field of medicine.”
“What are you studying now?”
“Absolutely nothing.” Mr. Colton answered, jostling her a bit to get her resituated in his arms.
Lilly tried to smile, but found herself too exhausted to muster the energy for even that. “You could have just left me there while you went and found help yourself. I’m sure it would have been easier than having to lug me around with you.”
He wrinkled his nose slightly. “No, I couldn’t do that. I’ll admit, I can be an utter cad sometimes, but I’m not so awful as to desert a woman in trouble.”
She smiled, the swaying of her body in his arms, coupled with his warmth, lulling her to sleep.
“Go ahead and close your eyes,” he reassured softly. “We’ll be there in just a few minutes.”
Lilly felt her heavy eyelids falling, his gentle tone and touch coaxing her to sleep. Too weak to fight it, she let herself ease into a painless oblivion, her head clearing of all its thoughts, save for one.
She was quite certain that she’d fallen in love with Mr. William Colton.
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