I've decided to let Shelby and Ryan take some time off this week, and while they're taking a break, I'm posting from Lord Midnight, my Regency historical romance.
The heroine, Marisa, is traveling with her brother to the country estate of her betrothed, and she's praying for divine intervention to halt the upcoming wedding. The carriage is stopped by a highwayman, and Marisa describes him this way:
His strong jaw and elegant cheekbones denoted noble bloodlines, yet it was unlikely a man of aristocratic lineage would become a knight of the road. Perhaps he had been born on the wrong side of the blanket, and his only opportunity in life was to take up this lawless profession. Still, he wisely wore a strip of leather to conceal his identity, though it did nothing to disguise his appeal.
His long blond locks fluttered, as if the light breeze found them as irresistible as Marisa did. His thigh-high leather boots, and the black cape which swirled around him, made her heart skip more than once. She glanced again at his face, to see amusement sparkling in his blue eyes, right before he tossed her an impudent wink.
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