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syb's iconLisa Kleypas Raw and Unedited…
Do keep in mind this is Lisa’s current work-in-progress, so this scene could end up changed, edited or even cut. **WHAT THE SCENE GREW UP TO BE :D**

The book won’t be out until I would *guess* mid to late it comes out Sept 2008. And I think this is a little over a week old. So thanks Lisa for sharing ;).

I personally am so loving this… in fact I warn you to not even click and read this because it is THAT good you will be sad about the wait. uh huh… you are soooo gonna lookieteh purple line of powerLisa Kleypas historical

Dear Friends,

This is an excerpt from Seduce Me At Sunrise, completely raw and unedited. It’s the scene when Win (an invalid a la Elizabeth Barrett Browning) is leaving for a medical clinic to try to improve her health. And Merripen, who is secretly in love with her, doesn’t want her to go.

Extreme Sneak Peek

Seeing his expressionless face, Win thought, Very well, Kev. If this is what you want, I’ll be stoic. We’ll have a pleasant, bloodless goodbye.Later she would suffer alone, in private, knowing it would be an eternity until she saw him again. But that was better than living like this, forever together and yet apart, her illness always between them.”Well,” she said briskly, “I’ll be off soon. And there’s no need to worry, Kev. Dr. Harrow will attend me during the trip to France, and supervise me personally at the clinic. And since my brother will be going too, I’m sure I’ll be…””Leo’s of no use to anyone,” Merripen said harshly. “And Harrow is a stranger. You’re not going. You’ll stay here, where I can…”He bit off the words.But Win had heard a note of something like fury, or anguish, buried in his deep voice.This was getting interesting.Her heart began to thump insistently. “There . . .” She had to pause to catch her breath. “There’s only one thing that could stop me from leaving.”He shot her a wary glance. “What is it?”

It took her a long moment to summon the courage to speak. “Tell me you love me. Tell me, and I’ll stay.”

The black eyes widened. The sound of his indrawn breath cut through the air like the downward arc of an ax-stroke. He was silent, frozen.

A curious mixture of amusement and anguish surged through Win as she waited for his reply.

“I . . . care for everyone in your family . . .”

“No. You know that’s not what I’m asking for.” Win moved toward him, lifted her pale hands to his chest, her palms settling on a surface of tough, unyielding muscle. She felt the shock that jolted through him. “Please,” she said, hating the desperate edge in her own voice, “I wouldn’t care if I died tomorrow, if I could just hear it once.”

“Don’t,” he growled, backing away.

Casting aside all caution, Win followed, reaching out to grasp the loose folds of his shirt. “Tell me. Let’s finally bring the truth out into the open.”

“Hush, you’ll make yourself ill.”

It infuriated Win that he was right. She could feel the familiar weakness, the dizziness that came along with her pounding heart and laboring lungs. She cursed her failing body. “I love you,” she said wretchedly. “And if I were well, no power on earth could keep me away from you. If I were well, I would take you into my bed, and I would show you as much passion as any woman could.”

“No.” His hand lifting to her mouth as if to muffle her, then snatching back as he felt the warmth of her lips.

“If I’m not afraid to admit it, why should you be?” Her pleasure at being near him, touching him, was a kind of madness. Recklessly she molded herself against him. He tried to push her away without hurting her, but she clung stubbornly. “What if this were the last moment you ever had with me? Wouldn’t you have been sorry not to tell me how you felt? Wouldn’t you – ”

Merripen covered her mouth with his, desperate for a way to make her quiet. They both gasped and went still, absorbing the feel of it. Each strike of his breath on her cheek was a jolt of heat. His arms went around her, wrapping her in his vast strength, holding her against the hardness of his body. And then everything ignited, and they were both lost in a furor of need.

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