Juli D. Revezzo is here to tell us about Letters to Ellie, The Lost Slipper Society book 2, a sweet (1 flame) historical romance.
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Sweet (1 Flame) Historical Romance
The Lost Slipper Society - Book Two
Called “adorable” and “So cute and clever” by beta readers.
Blurb:
London debutant Eloise
fell in love with a foreign baron who returned to Luxembourg far too soon.
Unfortunately, her heart is broken when their correspondence suddenly breaks
off.
After a lowly maid,
Ellie, begins receiving love letters from the Luxembourg baron, she doesn’t
know what to think. She is so distracted by the possibilities she can’t see a
dear neighbor’s heartfelt devotion.
When the baron returns, and the misdirected letters are
discovered at long last, will either Ellie or Eloise find happiness—or has fate
dealt them both a cruel blow?
Excerpt:
(From Chapter Nine, wherein Eloise, Stephen, and her brother are playing a game of table tennis…)
Eloise readied her paddle. “Yes.”
“All right, then.”
Eloise’s heart flipped when Stephen gave her a
wicked smile and said,
“Do your worst.”
The ball sped over the net; Stephen brought his
paddle around and knocked the ball their way. It flew above her head. She
jumped and smacked at it as hard as she could. Her hand slipped on the handle.
Her paddle flew out of her hand and sailed back in Stephen’s direction.
He should have heeded his own words. Eloise clapped
her hands to her mouth, horrified, as the edge of her paddle smacked him above
his right eye.
Her brother cursed, laughing, and attended to his
partner. Eloise gasped and rounded the table.
She stopped short of crashing into Stephen, but
stood close enough to see the damage. A welt already presented itself.
“Stephen, I’m sorry!” Her hand shook as she reached out for him. “Are you
hurt?”
A stupid question that. The mark on his forehead
grew angrier, despite the fact that he rose to his feet. “This is nothing more
than a bump. Let’s finish our game.” He took a step and wobbled.
Jack called out for help. Their father’s valet came
running. Jack surged forward and caught Stephen before he fell.
The two men assisted Stephen into the parlor. Eloise
searched through the house for her mother.
“Mother!” Where is she? Not in the parlor. Perhaps
in the kitchen? She called out again as she ran toward the kitchen. “Mummy?”
Her mother exited the upstairs library and Eloise changed course. “Call the
doctor!”
“What happened?” Her mother approached the stairs.
“Are you hurt, my dear?”
“Not me.”
Her mother’s concern remained constant, but she
moved down the steps. “Jack?”
“No. It’s Lord Bondry.”
Her mother moved past her and into the hallway.
Eloise followed. Mother stopped a maid. “Fetch Dr. Rice. Jack, take him
upstairs and let him lie down in your room.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Eloise entered the kitchen. “We need an ice pack for
Lord Bondry.”
“Right away, miss.” The cook opened the icebox and
retrieved ice for her, placing it in a towel. These Eloise rushed with up the
stairs.
Jack’s bedroom door stood open. He helped Stephen
onto the bed. “What day is it, old man?”
“Monday.”
“That’s good. What’s the date?”
“It’s January fourth.”
Eloise handed over the ice.
“And this morning’s air was a bit colder than I
like.”
Thank goodness he knew the time of year. She hadn’t
affected his brain. Still, she worried. “Are you feeling better already, Lord
Bondry?”
“I am.” He waved away her washcloth. “Please, this
is all too much.”
“But you’re hurt.”
Doctor Rice entered and opened his bag. A shock of
white hair grew from beside either ear. He wore glasses over his dark eyes,
which didn’t slide down his nose, due to a bump in the ridge. “Listen to the
girl, young man. Take the ice.”
Still, Stephen resisted his care. “I’m fine.” He
rose from the bed and wobbled.
Worry spiked in Eloise. “Please, rest.”
“I’m fine, Ellie.”
“Then do it for me.” …
“Accidents happen in games from time to time.”
“It wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t played.” She
patted the pillow next to [Stephen]. “You were too complacent because of my
interference.”
“Ellie, stop worrying.” [Stephen] took her hand.
“I’ll be fine.” He held up the bottle of analgesic the doctor had left on the
bedside table for him and shook it. “See? I’ve already taken medicine, and I
have the ice you’ve brought me.” Though he didn’t relinquish her hand for the
bundle. “I’ll be on my way in an hour, I’m sure. Less even.”
He stood.
“No. Stay. Please.” Eloise placed her hands on his
arms.
Stephen tensed under her touch.
“Eloise.”
His soft voice skimmed over her skin as his fingers
caressed hers.
She licked her lips.
“Do you remember the last time we danced together?”
“At Lady Berryman’s ball?”
He smoothed a loose hair behind her ear. “In Paris.
From where I never should have let you go.”
“Oh!”
She clicked her tongue. “I see I’m right. I did hit you too hard.”
Juli D. Revezzo loves fantasy and Celtic mythology and writing stories with all kinds of fantastical elements. She is the author of the Victorian Romance series The Lost Slipper Society, and The Camden Girls series, the Steampunk romances: The Gears, Cogs, and Puppy Dogs series, and Watchmaker’s Heart, as well as the Gaslamp romance, House of Dark Envy. She also authors the Antique Magic paranormal series and Celtic Stewards Chronicles and Stewards War series and more.
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