Friday, May 2, 2014

Compromising Miss Tisdale


COMPROMISING MISS TISDALE
By
Jessica Jefferson

BLURB:  
Ambrosia Tisdale is the very picture of propriety and the epitome of what a respectable young lady should be. Haunted by a memory and compelled by her family, she pursues perfection to a fault.

The Earl of Bristol, Duncan Maddox, has returned to London after years of familial imposed exile. As the second son, he has led a life filled with frivolity, leisure, and a healthy dose of debauchery. Now his older brother has died, leaving the family’s flailing legacy in Duncan’s unwilling arms.

At the behest of his uncle, Duncan is advised to do the one thing that could provide instant fortune and respectability – he must marry. But there is only one prospect who meets the unique requirements to solve all the Earl’s problems – the lovely Miss Ambrosia Tisdale. But securing the prudent daughter of a Viscount’s hand proves to be more challenging than this scandal ridden second son of an Earl has bargained for.


With scandal, extortion, treachery, and even love itself threatening to keep him from his goal, will Duncan succeed in compromising Miss Tisdale?


EXCERPT 4:
He stepped forward, a twig snapping under the force of his right boot. 

 She startled and turned.

She had been crying.  Even in the shadows he could see that her eyes were red and face blotchy from the trails of tears.  For once, Miss Tisdale did not look her best, and in that imperfection he found her to be the most enticing she had ever been.

Duncan fell into her eyes, endless pools framed with wet clumps of black lashes that drew him towards her.  And then her lips, already full, now swollen from her sobbing, parted slightly. 
He was lost.  God help him, he was no longer intoxicated by brandy alone, but rather the beauty of one woman. 

Duncan reached up and cupped her face in his hands.  Without any words or pretense, he simply swooped down and kissed her.  It wasn’t a gentle kiss, nor was it rough.  It was certain and decided.  He kissed her ardently, holding her face and savoring the salty taste of her tears still wet on her lips. 

He waited for it to stop, for her to slap him or push him away.  But then she did something totally unexpected.  She grabbed his arms and kissed him back.  The action left him disarmed and completely infatuated.  This was the woman from the library whom he had come to remember.  And her kiss was not tentative as it once was - but now firm and without trepidation.  

WHAT KIND OF WRITER AM I?

            Great, expert, conscientious?  Gifted, talented, impressive? 
            None of those. 
            I’d love to say I spend hours honing my craft, participating in workshops, and developing my technique with the help of studying greater literary works and reading writer development books.   
            But I don’t.  I did major in English for some time, but now I’ve forgotten most everything I might have learned.  Back in my college days I wasn’t much on committing anything to memory.  And I have the grades to prove it.
            So, what kind of writer does that make me? 
            An honest one.  I write from the heart and don’t try to improve my writing by utilizing a standard regimen of literary boosting devices – like alliteration for the sake of using alliteration.  I don’t use the synonym feature on Word to take my small words and make them more pretentious.  I write what I think is funny, and I hope readers find it funny too.
            I don’t try and make the reader work too hard.  I like to think I write a solid story with conversational dialogue that most readers can follow without the use of a thesaurus.  I write about heroes that are fallible. I write about heroines with faults.  I believe these imperfections are the qualities that most readers can relate to.
            I want readers to read my work and be entertained.  My books should be a romantic escape from the everyday, but with roots firmly anchoring certain aspects of my story to reality. 
            So, what can of writer am I?
            Entertaining, diversionary, and frivolous.     
               
            



AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Jessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it – almost Chicago.  Jessica originally attended college in hopes of achieving an English degree and writing the next great American novel.  Ten years later she was working as a registered nurse and reading historical romance when she decided to give writing another go-round.   

Jessica writes likes she speaks, which has a tendency to be fast paced and humorous.  Jessica is heavily inspired by sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy to transport the reader into a story they miss long after the last page is read.  She invites you to visit her at jessicajefferson.com and read her random romance musings.


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4 comments:

Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thank you for hosting

Jessica Jefferson said...

Thank you so much! I always love coming back to your blog.

Karen H in NC said...

I actually read a book like you described...the author used Thesaurus to expand the vocabulary of the story to the point where I almost needed a dictionary handy just to figure out what she was saying. I got fed up with the book and stopped reading about half way through...even though it was a good story. Too bad because I never bought another of her books and wrote a review about why I couldn't finish it.

I read for entertainment. If I want to learn something, I'll buy a textbook....not a historical romance!

Thanks for an interesting post today.

kareninnc at gmail dot com

Elise-Maria Barton said...

Interesting post:entertaining and diversionary are certainly in the plus column when I'm seking a new read. And frivolous? Who doesn't just like to have a little fun? Thanks for sharing.

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