I really working on two different stories right now. One of them I've written before, and I'm just going through to clean it up before publishing it, so I'll probably finish this one before I will finish my time-travel, "Love Lost in Time". So here is a little unedited excerpt from my Victorian Romance, "Worth Fighting For" - the wonderful cover by Sheri McGathy.
Phoebe Alphius, daughter of the governor of Turkey, was told at the tender age of ten that she was the goddess Artemis, reincarnated. In her mind, just because she has the silver-blonde hair of the goddess, and she has the bold personality, hunts and fights better than any of her brothers, doesn’t mean she is Artemis. All of her life people have treated her differently, and she’s tired of it. She wants a normal life. She wants to find love. But just as Artemis, she’s going to die without ever having loved a man. There’s only once choice to make…she must leave Turkey and pretend she’s someone else. Now all she has to do is find a way out.
Captain Barry Winston just received word that his father is dying—which means Barry will become Duke of Lockhart. His trip to Turkey will be his last and he will give up the trading business for good. Sailing back to England, he realizes he has a stowaway. Her beauty is breathtaking, and she makes him laugh more than he’s done before. Yet she is just a servant, so he cannot possibly fall in love with her and take her as his wife. His heart has different plans because forgetting about her would be impossible. Has he finally found the woman worth fighting for?
Thieves came in many different forms.
Captain Barrington Winston stepped to the side of the tent and folded his arms, his gaze zeroing in on the pretty little thief not far from him in the marketplace. In his line of work, he knew the lovely thieves were the most dangerous. The girl was slim, and dressed in the plain brown rags the ruffians wore in Selcuk. Her face held a look of innocence as she watched his shop.
Chuckling to himself, he shook his head. Out of all the thieves he had run across in the five years he’d been in the trading business, not one of them could pull off the innocent act—but this one certainly appeared as if she was wet behind the ears and didn’t know what she was doing. Perhaps that is why she’d caught Barry’s attention so quickly.The evening’s dim light didn’t allow him to see the color of her eyes, but they were wide and curious as they darted from person to person standing at his tent. Her shiny white-blonde hair, almost silver in color, spilled over her shoulders. Strange, but she didn’t cover her hair as well as most of the women in this foreign land. Even her face wasn’t covered, and most of the women he’d seen covered the lower half of their faces with a veil.
She moved away from the steps of the Temple of Artemis and approached his tent—constructed as his shop during their stay in Selcuk. Her stare was fixed on his first mate, Jeffrey Smithers, as he explained to another buyer where they had purchased the Oriental vases and other rugs being sold.
Barry waited for the girl to make her move, anticipating the moment she’d try to be sneaky, yet she still acted as if she were more enthralled with his first mate’s tale than stealing anything.
The girl stepped closer. Not more than three feet away from her was a ten-inch golden statue of Pegasus. If she tried to steal that expensive artifact, he’d tackle her right here in front of everyone. Slowly, he moved away from the crates, nearing the girl just in case she slipped something of value beneath her long skirt.
A few more buyers gathered around Jeffrey, listening to his first mate’s extravagant storytelling. But the thief continued coming closer. Would she indeed steal it, or was it her purpose to knock the statue over and break it?
He wouldn’t let her carry on with this innocent act any longer. His costly statue was at stake. She was within reach, and he wouldn’t allow her to accomplish her goal.
Barry grasped her upper arm and pulled her away from the canvas tent that displayed his artifacts. She gasped and looked up at him. Her head veil slipped down to her neck, displaying her glorious mane of silver-blonde hair. Her eyes were wide, frightened. Up this close, she didn’t resemble a girl any longer, but a beautiful young woman in her prime.