Six scenes from What Isabella Desires were uncovered in a long lost tomb — complete with cobwebs, pirate treasure and the scrolls from Alexandria. There were small tears and chunks missing (cough, *narrative*, cough), but the pertinent information remained intact. I decided to post them all in one go (the scenes - not the cobwebs, treasure or scrolls), hence the time lapse from the announcement. Hope you like them! If you haven’t read the book, don’t click the link! Major spoilers within!

News report: Scholars are working to reassemble the rips and missing bits, but the scholarly jury is still out on whether they will be reattached to their rightful places. However, there may be more scenes translated and posted in the future.

1. A madman. Who is after Marcus, and through him Isabella.
2. Pride. Deadly and dangerous.
3. Marcus’ secret. One he never plans to share. One that threatens everything between them.

1. The way she takes care of everyone. The debutantes, the wallflowers, the shy men, the matrons.
2. The way she makes things grow. Her garden, her unending supply of love, her strength.
3. The way she makes him feel. Those feelings locked deep inside…

If only he can keep her as a friend and not convert those feelings into something more…

Three things that Isabella loves about Marcus:

1. The way he plays chess. Dominating, with clever moves and skillful forays.
2. The way he plays the piano. Fingers skimming across keys, emotion brimming from every touch.
3. The way he makes her feel. Warm as a friend. Hot as a woman.

If only she can convert the latter heat into a two way street…

Mystery shoppers with their fresh copies of What Isabella Desires:

“She watched as he moved through the crowd, his tall, languid grace at odds with the look in his golden eyes, alert and predatory.”

“Women whispered that Marcus Stewart, Lord Roth, was a fallen angel. With his dark hair and whiskey eyes, his lush lips and artistic hands, she had never believed otherwise.”

–from What Isabella Desires

“The first thing that most people noticed about Isabella Willoughby was her hair. Thick, lustrous and coal black, it evoked images of harem veils and moonlight bouncing off the dark, wavy sea.”

“To most people it was her one outstanding feature, usually constrained to a bun or upswept in a style that inhibited it from tumbling around her shoulders in the lazy haze it deserved. Marcus had often thought she should allow the riotous mass to have its way.”

–from What Isabella Desires