It felt like a bosom. His body was like ice. And like fire. He throbbed unbearably from his head to his heels. He tried to move.
“Don’t move.” Soft voice. Bossy. Female.
He tried to open his eyes. Pain splintered through him. Nausea.
“Hush now.” Cool fingers pressed him against something warm and soft.
It was definitely a bosom. Whose?
A cool hand cupped his cheek, held him still against the bosom.
“I need to tend to your head wound.” Her voice was soft, gentle. Low.
An excellent thing in a woman, he finished the quote in his head. A spurt of ironic laughter racked him. He bit back on the pain. Fool. He tried again to move. Agony.
Head wound? Was he going to die? If he was, this was the way to go, his face buried in the fragrant depths of a bosom, gentle fingers soothing him, a soft voice murmuring.
This bosom, these fingers, this voice.
Whoever they belonged to.
He felt her shifting. Pain speared through him, nausea, then . . . blackness . . .
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Great excerpt choice!!
It really displays Gracie’s stellar writing-style and makes the reader in me WANT to read again.
I read TAW already, and this particular part in the book is my FAVORITE! Anne Gracie is such a wonder! *sigh*
I am sure everyone will love the book as much as I loved it. <3
Oh, how nice! Thanks so much for that recommendation, Rita.
One of my favorite excerpts from the book as well. 🙂
Thanks Tracy. Glad you liked it. This was the scene that first came to my mind and started the book.