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The Viscount's Journey

The Viscount's Journey by McCraw JoAnne
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In this inspirational Regency, the Viscount must undergo a journey of the soul before he can accept love.
Awe-Struck Publishing; March 2001
106 pages; ISBN 9781587490125
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Title: The Viscount's Journey
Author: McCraw JoAnne
She wanted to ask where he had been all week, but she didn't want to disturb the quiet that settled between them. Besides, she couldn't allow herself to show an interest in him least he form the wrong opinion of her. It was really rather pleasant just to be near him and listen to the twigs crack below their feet.

After a few minutes, Miriah could not contain herself. "My lord-"

Lord Rashley grabbed her arm and turned her quickly to face him as his mouth descended on hers. She didn't have time to react. No longer did she wonder what it felt like to be kissed, especially by him. His lips were warm against hers. Then the kiss ended. He stared at her for a moment, dropped the Thoroughbred's reins and put an arm about her waist and drew her to him. "Francis is not about, is he?"

"No," she whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers in a slow, deliberate motion. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders. His tender lips on hers felt foreign and wonderful at the same time. Utter elation ignited within her.

Finally, he held her at arm's length and smiled down at her.

"I do believe I had better return you to the house. I fear it would be dangerous indeed, if we were to remain alone much longer." Dropping his arms from hers, he turned and took Dante's reins in both his hands and looked back at her. "I should not have taken advantage of you while you walked alone on your father's property. It was an ungentlemanly thing to do. However, I cannot say I am sorry I did it."

She couldn't control the warmth that stole into her cheeks and looked down at the ground to hide her flushed face. Not one retort could she offer him in a set down or otherwise. His kiss had indeed rendered her speechless.

"Would you rather that I leave you to your privacy and ride on ahead to the house?"

"No." Her voice sounded high to her own ear. She stepped beside him and led the way back down the hill in silence. Never before had she been in company without uttering one word for so long. Perhaps if she spoke once more, he would be inclined to kiss her again. Yet, she didn't want him to form the wrong impression of her. For she certainly held a regard for him and his kiss only deepened that regard.