Important
things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton…cool against the skin and
prevent things sliding around.
What
are you wearing?
Super-soft pajamas, in a midnight
blue.
What
are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Finest Swiss chocolate – a
selection of Sprüngli’s best pralines, and we’re sipping a very fine Dôle des
Valais pinot noir. Cheers!
If
I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Alas now my son is a toddler, the
only toys in easily accessible drawers are those of cuddly or chewable nature.
A square plastic penguin or an abandoned teddy are lying in wait.
Do
you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the
night?
I like to snuggle down under the
blankets, but prefer to have my feet out of the bed, even if it’s cold.
Can
I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Feel free… as long as I can
reciprocate. Always good to share body heat.
What
are we reading?
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Forever Hold His Peace, Book Three
of the Crofton Chronicles. The final installment of my historical series set in
Elizabethan England.
In this excerpt Anthony (the Earl
of Crofton) has some explaining to do to Sebastian (an actor playing the role
of his twin sister, Bronwyn, Lady Crofton) about a certain guest at Crofton
Hall. Anthony hasn’t exactly been open with his past dealing with Lady Florin….
“Do I hear my name being taken in
vain?” Anthony joined them, a goblet of wine in hand.
“No more than usual, Crofton,” said
Lord Ashton. “Wives are prone to make their husbands the devil.”
“Some wives do not need much help
in doing so.” Sebastian glanced at Anthony, who looked a little surprised at
what Sebastian had said.
“Then let this devil lead you to
dinner, my lady.”
Sebastian let Anthony lead him and
the rest of his guests to the dining table. Lady Florin was a few seats away,
and she was engrossed in conversation with Roland Parson, the local sheriff,
and a man who was the son of a local noble. Sebastian made no move to sit
anywhere other than next to Anthony, which caused another troubled look.
Anthony leaned in and asked
quietly, “What is wrong?”
“Why should there be anything
wrong?” he whispered back, taking a sip of wine to cover his words.
“My lady?”
“I understand I have been misled
about the true nature of the seriousness of my husband’s dalliance with a
particular guest.”
Anthony knocked back the remainder
of his wine with one swallow. “I would say that you have been misinformed.
Although, given the way you would act in the face of such a revelation, it
would hardly be surprising if your husband chose to not mention any imaginary
association.”
Sebastian scowled at Anthony, and
if they weren’t surrounded by guests, he’d have thrown his wine over him. “If I be waspish, best beware my sting.”
Anthony’s eye sparkled with
amusement. “I know I’m in trouble when you quote Shakespeare at me, but
remember, Thou and I are too wise to woo
peaceably.”
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Author Bio:
Rebecca
Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left
London behind and now lives with her husband and baby son in Basel,
Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of
Darjeeling in the other.
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