Title: Angelina’s Secret
Author: Diane Merrill Wigginton
Series: Jeweled Dagger Series (Book 1) (The Benjamin Franklin Award Winning Series)
Publisher: Jeweled Dagger Publishing
Release Date: Feb 14 2017
Edition/Format: 2nd
Edition/Formats ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Angelina Stewart is a beautiful, bold,
independent woman hiding a terrible secret. After returning home from a sea
voyage, she is touted as a hero for saving her family’s ship and crew from a
band of ruthless pirates, but Angelina feels like such a fraud. At the same
time, her psychic abilities are becoming more pronounced as she attempts to
unravel the mystery of London’s gruesome murders before she becomes the
killer’s next victim.
Captain Jude Deveraux is leading a double
life as well. He and his band of French privateers steal, rob, and plunder
unsuspecting ships that have the misfortune of wandering into their domain.
Awarded a title by the King of France for bravery during battle, The Duke of
Bayonne, A.K.A. Pirate Captain, Jude Deveraux, takes what he wants from the
world as he and best friend, Honore live each day as if it were their last.
That is until the day Jude discovers that the only thing he truly wants is to
capture the untamed heart of fiery tempered, Angelina for his own.
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Excerpt
4 (PG13) Some Sexual tension building but nothing
explicit
I turned on my heels and headed in the
opposite direction passing our table. I just kept going. I needed some air,
which was funny because the enormous dance floor was outdoors.
The gardens were alight with thousands of
lanterns, and I needed distance. I headed toward the topiaries at the other end
of the royal gardens and as far away from Jude as I could get. Anger mingled
with humiliation fueled my escape. I could hear Jude behind me, but I didn’t
slow down. Breathing hard at this point because I was nearly running and my
tight corset restricted my ability to breathe deeply, I didn’t even know
exactly what it was that I was running from. I just knew I needed space.
When he grabbed my arm, I came to a sudden
stop as I gasped for air. Jude grasped my shoulders, shaking me like a rag
doll. My wig toppled to the ground and pins flew as copper strands tumbled
down, spilling over my shoulders.
“Why didn’t you stop? Didn’t you hear me calling
after you? What is wrong?” Jude’s anger was mixed with frustration as he tried
to make sense of his own feelings.
“Help me, please. I cannot breathe,” My
words came out in short gasps for air before I went limp. Spinning me around
while holding me against his left arm, he proceeded to unlace the top portion
of my gown. Reaching into the pocket of my gown, he retrieved the dagger and
cut the top laces of my corset. The air flooded into my lungs in one giant gasp
as my knees gave out. Placing the dagger between his teeth, he picked me up in
his arms, like one would a hurt child, and carried me toward a bench void of
light. It was probably extinguished by the bench’s previous occupants.
Shadows playing across his face made him
look ruthless and savage. I had to blink twice for I thought my eyes deceived
me. Gently placing me on the bench he kneeled down. Retrieving the sheath from
my pocket, he placed it on the end of the dagger and put it back into my
pocket.
“You can really never tell when these things
will come in handy.” He patted the dagger that lay in my pocket against my leg.
“Good thing you took your brother’s advice.”
“How did you know I had it on me?”
Astonishment showing on my face.
“I felt it when we were dancing,” he
answered offhandedly.
“Is it often you hold a woman so closely
while dancing that you know exactly what she carries in her dress pocket?” I
asked slightly scandalized by his admission.
“You can lose the disapproving tone, if you
please. It isn’t often that I have the need to hold a woman so closely. They
usually press in on me,” he added, feeling rather full of himself.
“Hah . . . you have rather a high opinion
of yourself.” I found his attitude grating on my nerves. Abruptly standing to
leave, I took three steps before remembering my dress was undone
“I heard no protests from you while we were
dancing.”
Whirling around, I fixed him with an angry
scowl. “I couldn’t protest since your arm was cutting off my circulation, you
pompous toad.” I turned around presenting my back to him and indicating my need
by pointing to my dress where it gaped open. “Assistance, please.”
“Toads don’t have thumbs.” Playing the
fool, he held his hands up as if all his digits were stuck together.
I turned on him with hands on my hips. “You
have some nerve, Jude Deveraux, or would Judas be a more appropriate name for
you?” I angrily said through clenched teeth so mad that I would swear steam
escaped from my ears.
“You have so many moods it is difficult to
pick just which one is my favorite.” His arm snaked out ensnaring me tightly
against his taut form. Tipping my head back with his free hand under my chin
his kiss was tender and passionate at the same time. He tasted of red wine and
sensuality and something so familiar.
Then it hit me. Those gloriously full lips
had kissed me before. Opening my eyes and pulling back as my hands furiously
worked to untie his cravat and open his shirt.
“Slow down, my pet, I enjoy enthusiasm but
there are limits to even my self-control,” Jude said in his thick French accent
which I discovered came out when he was amorous.
Reaching my hands beneath the collar of his
crisp white linen shirt, I worked one hand over his chest as my other hand
sought out his left shoulder. Every scar just as I had remembered them, but the
left shoulder would be the tell.
“Ah hah! It was you all along, I knew it!
And you tried to tell me I was mistaken.” I pushed hard against his chest to
free myself from our entanglement. I paced back and forth in front of him, as I
proceeded to berate his good name and parentage in the process. I turned to
face him squarely now with hands on hips and eyes shooting daggers at him.
“You lied to me. You tried to make me think
that I had lost my mind because I said that the pirate captain and Jude
Deveraux, the Duke of Bayonne, was one in the same. And yet here you are, and
much to my surprise you are the very same! Care to explain yourself, Monsieur
Deveraux?” My breathing labored heavily, so filled with anger I struggled to
catch my breath.
“Ma belle Ange, you truly are an angel,”
Jude purred the words. “You now know my secret and the question that lies
between us is what will you do with that knowledge?” He stood silently in front
of me for a moment, then dropped to one knee. “My life is now in your hands, ma
amour.”
My anger suddenly dissipating like water on
a roof of a hot summer day. The very thought of never being with him or
touching him again weighed heavy on my heart. My breathing came in short bursts
now for a different reason.
“No! Don’t you start with your French and
your sincere eyes. How could you?” A small scream mixed with a growl of
frustration omitted from my throat as I clenched and unclenched my hands by my
side, trying desperately to think.
Walking over to him, I placed my hands on
his face, tilting it up to mine. “I have not breathed deeply since the day you
left me on the deck of that ship, and sailed away.” Tears springing to my eyes
as one single tear escaped making a trail down my cheek. “I believed I would
never see you again and my heart broke that day,” I confessed, while tears
spilled from my eyes as I spoke what was truly in my heart. “Then like a dream
you came strolling up one day, unconstrained, giving me a shock only to deny
the truth. My imprisoned heart cannot take any more lies. I implore you take my
heart or lock it away forever, never to be used again.” And with that, Jude
wrapped one arm around my waist as he gently caressed my face.
“You truly are a remarkable woman.”
Our lips touched gently at first, as I
reached up, releasing his hair from its tie and threading my fingers through it
pulling him even closer still. My desire was igniting deep inside of me as a
moan escaped from Jude’s throat. Lifting me in his arms, he began to look
around as I rained kisses on his neck and face.
I could tell we were moving but in what
direction I did not care.
Author Information
Born in Riverside, California in 1963, my
family and I moved to San Diego when I was nearly 8. I had a very rich life
growing up, with my brother, David and best friend Gigi, for company. I was
married to my current husband, David in 1998 and we moved to Herald, California
in 2001. We have a blended family of 6 kids and enjoy the rural life on our 5
1/2 acre ranch, 45 minutes south of Sacramento. I love writing and creating
stories that are different and intriguing. I like to give my readers a little
something unexpected. I have always wanted to be a published author, but the
timing never seemed right. Raising a family and working full time always took
precedence. Shortly after I turned 50 I decided that it would never be the
right time, and determined that I needed to live my truth and follow my dreams.
So I began writing on a whim, and loved everything about it. My first book is
out, and the second one is at the publishers, scheduled to be released, April
4, 2017. I am currently working on book 3 of my series, slated to release the
first week in August, 2017. I am very excited about the future, and thrilled to
be writing. I count my blessings every day because I know how truly lucky I am.
Life is good.
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Twitter @Dianesunny
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Jeweled Dagger Publishing
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