Romance

To Love an Earl (Mayfair Book 3) by J R Salisbury

Honestly, I just like this story. No particular reason other that it’s a solid one.

To Love an Earl (Mayfair Book 3) by J R Salisbury it’s a Historical Romance releases Tuesday.

One of the worst snow storms in over a decade hits England. What’s the worst that could happen?
Lady Jane Blackmont finds herself stranded at the Earl of Norwood’s estate. Not looking for love of any fashion, she finds herself falling for a neighbor and one of her brother’s friends.
The Earl of Norwood rescues the young woman after her carriage careens off the road. Right in front of his estate. Norwood’s been unlucky in love, but finds himself intrigued with the smart and talented Lady Jane. Does he dare open himself up to love?
Life is about to hand the pair more than most young couples have to deal with in a life time. Lady Jane shows Norwood she’s up to the challenge.

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Jane didn’t think she’d fainted. She looked around. Everything was covered in white snow, but the white was looking black as night. She felt in front of her and thought she felt the skirt of the dress Sara had been wearing.

It was silent. Everything was silent. No sound of the horses or the coachman. They were situated on the side of the carriage, that much she knew. The door was above her. She needed to get out and get out quickly.

She managed to stand, and with fumbling hands, she managed to get the door open. Now how would she get herself out? She heard nothing except the sound of Sara’s breathing.

“Sara! Sara! Are you all right?”

“Yes, my lady. I think I am fine,” came the faint reply.

“Do you think you can help lift me up?”

She heard rustling of fabric as her maid tried to reposition herself. “We’re going to freeze to death if we don’t get out of here,” Sara wailed.

“Which is why I need you to help me up. I’m sure William is chasing the team.”

As Sara began lifting Jane up through the door of the carriage, Jane noticed a large man standing in silhouette. He had dismounted his stallion and was shaking his head.

“What happened, my lady?”

“I’m not sure. The last thing I remember is one of the horses being spooked and the carriage sliding across the road.”

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

“I don’t believe so. My maid is still inside. We need to get her out.”

He shook his head. “You ladies have no business being out alone in weather like this.”

“If you must know, we were on our way to my brother’s estate.”

“Who’s your brother, if I might ask?” he rumbled.

“Henry Blackmont, the Duke of Blackmont.”

“Henry’s your brother? Well, don’t fret. You’re not but a few miles from his estate. Though in this storm, you ladies will be better off coming with me. I’m Norwood. My place is just down this road.”

Jane stood and stared at him in the falling snow. “Norwood. The Earl of Norwood? I remember you.”

“My man and I will help your maid out of the carriage. We’ll get you to Norwood Manor. You can spend the night. My man will try and find your man and team, though in this snow, I doubt they’ll go far.”

Jane pondered her limited options. She knew she had no choice but to go with the earl. “Thank you, my lord,” Jane replied.

“As for the carriage, I’m afraid there’s nothing that can be done until this storm subsides.”

“Can you get word to my brother? I would hate for him to worry needlessly.”

“I’ll see it is done, though it might have to wait until morning.”

She stared at him thoughtfully. It’d been years since she’d seen him. His face was almost unrecognizable. With a hint of a beard, his jaw was chiseled. The beard, she surmised, made him look rugged.

Annoyed and cold, she helped him as he sprung Sara free from the carnage. She remembered why she never cared for him. He was an arrogant arse. Arrogant, condescending, and sanctimonious. That’s what he was. What was it about young men who claimed their titles? They were all the same. Her brother, Norwood. It was enough to make her want to scream.

He brought his stallion around and picked her up effortlessly. He deposited her in front of his saddle.

“Is there anything you need?” he asked.

“My trunks, but I doubt that’s possible right now.”

“Once your team and man have been found, they’ll figure a way to get them to my home.”

She looked down at him in the fading light of the day. Prominent cheekbones, lush lashes, and full lips she hadn’t noticed caught her breath. He was the most handsome, beautiful man she could recall ever meeting.

He mounted the beast, swinging his leg over the saddle. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

About the Author

I’ve always been a creative individual. Writing is just a facet of that creativity…

My careers in public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing,  artist management, modeling and special event planning all elevated my passion for writing, not to mention gave me a treasure trove for story lines.

I write women’s fiction; contemporary romance (as Jamie Salisbury) and historical romance (as JR Salisbury) which is ever evolving. I am fortunate enough that writing (and marketing of said product(s)) is my full-time job, although I always have one or two other projects going at the same time.

I now live in a suburb of Atlanta. Some of my other interests include photography, equestrianism, reading, and of course, travel.

I sincerely hope my writing will entertain, enlighten, and inspire others to pick up the pen and pursue their own dreams. I love to be contacted by readers, writers, and history buffs.

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