Welcome to Tuesday's Tales
I'm sorry but this is another isolated snippet this week, taken from my Regency wip started back in 2012.
It is 1812 and Consuela remained in London when her affianced, Juan, has returned to the war in Spain. She may not be sure of the stranger who is flirting with her but admits to herself she is charmed by him.
How could someone she didn’t know fascinate and repel at the same time? She turned away to watch their graces dancing together, and hid a smile behind her hand at the outraged whispers around her. Jealous old tabbies, she thought. Just because they were trapped in uncongenial, she liked the new word her grace taught her that morning, uncongenial marriages, they didn’t like to see the Duke dancing with his Duchess not caring who saw how much in love they were still, after nearly three decades.
“Unusual.” The sound of the deep voice penetrated her musings and reluctantly she refocused her attention.
Yes beneath the veneer something dark lurked in the man’s eyes. A tremor of foreboding skittered up her spine. “It is a pity we cannot dance together. Do you like to dance?”
“I’m not a good dancer.” Consuela admitted through clenched teeth and wished for the music to end and their grace to join her once more.
“I find that hard to believe. A beautiful woman like you, I thought all the ladies learned to dance.” He swept an arc in the direction of the floor, crammed with couples.”No?”
“I believe the English teach their daughters the dance at an early age, but I, as I am sure you have realised, am not English.”
While the man inclined his head, Consuela noted his smile failed to reach his eyes.
Thank you for reading this week's offering,
lots more amazing reads at