I hope you enjoy this week's sample from my work-in-progress. Thank you for taking the time to read this post.
In one, swift move, Rupert bent his upper body over the brass tub and dumped the pitcher’s contents over his head. Profound grief surged through every muscle and sucked away those last traces of strength that had carried him to Bath. The white ceramic pitcher slipped from his fingers and shattered against the washroom floor. Rivulets of water ran across his eyes and carried away bitter tears as they trailed down his face and across the firm musculature of his chest. “Would to God I had never met you, Alexandra Dancy!” he cried out and brought his fist hard against the wall.