Too Wicked to Tame
Chapter One
"I'm going to carve out his lying tongue," Lady Portia Derring bit out as she surveyed the stretch of empty road nestled among thick, spiny gorse and rocky hills, desperate to catch a glimpse of her errant driver.
An icy wind pulled at her bonnet. Her fingers, stiff and aching from the cold, clung to the frayed ribbons dangling beneath her chin. Even horribly out of fashion, the straw confection was her best bonnet and she wasn't inclined to lose it.
"Looking out that window again?" Nettie asked.
Falling back against the seat, Portia heaved a sigh and announced, "We're stranded. John's not coming back."
"He'll be back," her maid replied with a decided lack of worry as she stretched her generous curves along the threadbare squabs. "Take a nap."
Portia frowned at Nettie. "And let highwaymen take us unaware? Splendid idea, that."
Nettie yawned widely, offering Portia a view of the tonsils far back in her throat. She closed and opened her mouth several times with a vulgar smacking sound before adding, "What's got your nose out of joint ... read full excerpt from: Too Wicked to Tame ebook
