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Miss Simpkins' School. Where seduction's the game, and success is the aim. Let your classes commence.
Ex mistress to an Earl, who better than Molly Simpkins to show Flora how to ensure she gets what she needs from her marriage?
Flora's intended has an idea she doesn't agree with. Angus thinks she should be happy to live at their Scottish estate while he spends his time in London. It may be the way of the ton, but it isn't going to be Flora's way. This is her chance to show Angus what he'd miss if he leaves her alone. There's only one thing—she doesn't know how.
Luckily Miss Simpkins does.
Enjoy an excerpt:
Flora Gilchrist bit her lip. Her heart was thumping loud enough to drown out the sound of the clock, and she had the hint of an incipient headache. Had she done the correct thing by turning to Molly Simpkins for help? If it hadn't been for Tilly's assistance she would have been stuck in an impossible situation. As it was, Flora didn't think she'd have any course to follow other than the one set out for her. Nonetheless, she was going to do her best to make sure as much as possible went in her favor.
She glanced at the slender and bright-eyed lady in front of her. It was almost unbelievable that she hadn't been born into the ton. Her dress, even though it was old and had streaks of dust over it, was of the highest quality, and the needlework perfect. Of course, Flora mused, as Molly was formerly a mantua maker, and perhaps still kept her hand in, her clothing would be so.
"Maybe we need to sit down again and you can tell me what you need?" Molly said, and waved toward a brocade-covered chair. "Would you like refreshments? It won't take me a moment. As I said, my staff doesn't arrive until the morrow, hence my grime. I couldn't be inactive when I have so much to do. If I can be of service to you, believe me it will help me as well. I abhor idleness."
Flora could understand that. She was of a like mind. Her decision made, she opened her cloak and threw it over the back of the chair before she sat down. "Wine if you have some, please. I've a feeling this next half hour isn't going to be easy."
Molly nodded but didn't comment as she went to a sideboard and poured two glasses of a deep red wine into goblets. She passed one to Flora, who took a hasty sip.
About the Author: Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)
Why Raven? EASY!
The Raven is the harbinger of change. My Raven was around a lot after I sent Wallflowers Don't Wilt off to Breathless Press. And then, I was offered a contract. Thanks Raven.
I live in Scotland. McAllan is a variation of the name of the BEST single malt in Scotland. What else could I pick?
So O.K. It's a pen name, but one with deep meaning for me. I hope you enjoy reading Raven's books.
Why don't you drop me a note and say Hi?
Looking forward to meeting you.