Lessons with Eggs – An excerpt from Meet the Earl at Midnight by Gina Conkle

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When Lydia looked up, Edward and Mr. Bacon
pushed open the glass door, their breath still huffing small clouds of frosty air until they crossed the threshold. Edward froze, his dark eyes roving over her, catching on her messy skirt but rising to her face. His eyes spread wide, as did Mr. Bacon’s.

Lydia, clutching empty silver spoons at her sides, laughed. What else could she do?

“I’m a fright with my egg-smeared

“You sound like Lydia,” Edward began, and then
his narrowing eyes lit with a low smolder. “But you’re
a different version of the woman I stole from the Blue
Cockerel. Who is this vision?”

Even Mr. Bacon’s bright blue eyes glowed with
male appreciation. “Good afternoon, miss. You’re
looking lovely.” He dipped his head in greeting, but
his stare remained on her.

Lydia took a fraction of a second to register their
responses to her, the subtle differences that went
beyond the beautiful dress. Her hair was swept high off
her face with only a few hot-iron curls falling artfully
in the right places, since time was of the essence with
Simpson. A thin line of kohl had been applied to her
lower eyelid, and a touch of rouge to her lips. Simpson
had plucked her brows into elegant arches, and ear
bobs dangled from her ears, teardrop in shape and
identical in color to the burgundy dress, cheap paste to
be sure, but pretty.

Of course, there was more of her to see: two plump, cream-white
curves rose from her square neckline. Could those few changes make that
much difference in male reaction?

“May I escort you to your seat?” Edward offered his
arm to her in what also looked like a subtle crowding
out of Mr. Bacon. His gaze lingered on her cleavage
then strayed to the spoons. “That is, if you promise
not to slay me with your spoons.”

His lips twitched with humor, and Lydia slipped
her arm into his. She turned her face into his sleeve,
hiding a snicker at his jest. The day, odd and exhilarating,
just got better, because Edward was here and close to her.

Then he leaned his head near to hers, adding to the intimacy.
“I see my mother’s subjecting you to the same
torture she exacted on my sister, lessons in graceful
walking with eggs,” he said low enough for her
ears only.

“My apologies to the Greenwich floors, my lord.”

“You and the eggs improve the place. Never liked
it in here. Everything’s icicle blue, like being on a
Nordic expedition.”

She giggled and leaned into his body warmth as they strolled to the seating area.

“Perfect. Lydia can practice her tea-service
skills,” the countess crowed her pleasure across the room.
Then she dismissed the servants with a quick clap.
“That’ll be all for now, Miss Lumley.”

Edward delivered Lydia to a delicate white chair,
bending deep with her as she took her seat. He dipped
low and close, such that his warm breath fanned the
top of her bosom. Some of her hard-earned
decorum slipped. A rash brigand’s smile crossed his face, visible
to her alone, and the spoons dropped in her lap with
a rattle.

No matter, the voices of the countess and Mr.
Bacon floated in the background, engaging in social
chatter. Edward set a hand on the back of her chair, a
move that was possessive and claiming, and she wanted
to sink into him. His lordship’s sculpted lips twitched,
and he looked pointedly at the sliver of dark space
between her breasts as if he would like very much to
explore what he could and couldn’t see.

“I find that I’d like to continue our discussions
tonight, if that meets with your approval,” he said for
her ears alone.

His voice vibrated over her skin, and her body
turned puttylike by his presence. When she responded,
her voice kept their quiet, intimate thread.

“You mean such as we had last night? Your talking with a woman
for no particular reason over no particular subject?”

One corner of his mouth hitched up at that. “Exactly the kind of discourse I had in mind,” he whispered.


Thanks for stopping by the blog today. I hope you enjoyed Lessons with Eggs an excerpt from Meet the Earl at Midnight, Book 1 in the series Midnight Meetings. If you’re curious about those eggs…

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A writer of Viking and Georgian romance with a softly sensual side, Gina loves history, books and romance…the perfect recipe for historical romance writer. Her passion for castles and old places (the older and moldier the better!) means interesting family vacations. When not visiting fascinating places, she can be found delving into the latest adventures in cooking, gardening, and chauffeuring her sons.

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