Finding Emmaline. A Blackwood Series Novel

It’s Thirsty Thursday!

Time for an Excerpt!

Check out the newest book excerpt from

Finding Emmaline

A Blackwood Series Novel

amazon.com/dp/B09BGF92ZZ

The Coming of The Storm.

I spent a restless night tossing and turning.

I tried reading, but I couldn’t concentrate on a single word. I read the same page over and over, then for the life of me couldn’t remember what I’d just read. It was very frustrating.

Finally, I just gave up and decided to at last try and sleep. I reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness, but it quickly filled with light from the bright blue moon outside my window.

The wind had picked up, causing leaves to softly tap against the panes of my balcony doors, and as I settled my head on my pillow, I looked over at the painting leaning against the wall.

The moonlight cast his sparkling green eyes in a silvery glow, enhancing his devilish smile, and I felt a strange stirring in the pit of my belly.

William. Who was he? What had he been like? From the manner of his clothes, he was obviously wealthy. Maybe he was a noble. He certainly had the bearing of one.

And who was Emmaline? I thought back to the inscription on the back of the painting.

She must have been someone who had cared for William. Her words proved as much.

Was she a family member? Perhaps his wife? Whoever she was, she was a skilled artist and had painted him with exquisite care.

I laid there for over an hour, staring into his enchanting eyes, until mine felt heavy and gritty.

Around two a.m. I heard the first roll of thunder. A storm was coming.

.…..his strong arms wrapped around me, his lips warm as they caressed mine.

 “William,” I whispered. Sliding my hands around to his back, I stroked the hard muscles bunching there as he moved on top of me. “Please,” I begged. His face was in shadow, the silhouette of his firm jaw and high cheekbones the only thing visible in the dim light coming through the bedroom window. “I need to touch you.”

I reached up a hand, but he grabbed it before my palm could touch his face. “No love.”

I felt his eyes bore into mine as he took my wrists, bringing them above my head and holding them there with one of his as he moved between my thighs. With his other hand, he took my jaw in his palm, bringing my lips to his. His kiss was rough, demanding. He let loose a low moan as his hips pushed harder into mine. His hot breath stirred the wisps of damp hair at my temple, and although I could not see his eyes, I could feel the intensity of his gaze as he stared down at me.

“Why can’t I see you?” I whispered breathlessly, as I lost myself in the sensations he so skillfully evoked within me. 

“Because you’re noh ready,” he rasped gruffly, and I knew he was close as well. “Noh nearly ready.” His voice sounded far away, just an echo in my head. But how could that be? He was right here with me. I could feel him. Feel his breath on my skin as he moved above me.

His chest heaving, he quickened his pace, thrusting into me again and again, and I felt the trembling begin, deep in my core, as I rose up to meet his hips with mine.

A low growl erupted from the back of his throat, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze.

But all I could see was the glittering light of his dark green eyes as he looked down at me. “Now come for me love. Come for me….”

I sat straight up in bed. Shaking, out of breath, my face and body were covered in a fine mist of perspiration. The sleep shorts and tank top I wore to bed clung to my belly and thighs, and my hair was damp around the edges of my face.  

I closed my eyes and tried to calm my pounding heart, and as I sat there, my ears picked up the soft patter of rain outside the balcony doors.

Reaching over, I turned on the bedside lamp, shivering as I ran a hand over the goosebumps that beaded on my chilled thighs. Throwing back the covers, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, then stood and made my way to the window overlooking my backyard.

Opening the curtains, I put my forehead against the cold pane, my gaze following the tiny rivers of rain form on the glass. The rain was beginning to ease, and with a gentle roll of thunder, the dark, puffy clouds began to move across the bright blue of the full moon.

Suddenly, the sky lit up with a wicked flash of lightning, and from the corner of my bedroom, Willima’s portrait reflected back at me in the glass of the window.

Gazing into his beautiful green eyes, I let out a heavy sigh. Who was this man that fascinated me so? And why did I continue to have such vivid dreams about him?

As I stood there, suddenly I was filled with an incredible sense of joy, an unbearable elation that left me numb, shaken to the point of feeling faint as a buzzing began in my head, filling my ears.

Dizzy with the sensation, I raised my hand to the glass to steady myself. My eyes filled with tears, although for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why I was crying.

Was I going crazy?

Check out

Finding Emmaline

A Blackwood Series Novel

Available on Amazon

amazon.com/dp/B09BGF92ZZ