Whisper of Jasmine
New York Times bestselling author Deanna Raybourn transports readers to a magical New Year’s Eve party in 1914, where two guests will discover the passion of a lifetime in this prequel novella…Notorious socialite Delilah Drummond won’t be deterred by the war. Instead, she decides to throw the event of the year, and she’s handing out invitations with an eye for wanton fun and wild abandon.There is the dashing explorer and archaeologist Gabriel Stark, a man at a crossroads in his life. Brilliant and restless, he’s just committed to a secret enterprise that forces him to play a public role very different from the man he truly is.And then there is the charming if flighty Evangeline Merriweather. Evie has dreamed her whole life of adventure. Little does she know, she’s about to get more than she bargained for. Especially after her vivacious Aunt Dove acts as fairy godmother, if a saucy one, providing a scandalous gown and a whisper of jasmine on her skin….Evie will shake cool Gabriel to his core, but just how far are they willing to take love at first sight?One seductive night will change Evie forever. Watch for her next adventure, in the City of Jasmine.
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New York Times bestselling author Deanna Raybourn transports readers to a magical New Year’s Eve party in 1914, where two guests will discover the passion of a lifetime in this prequel novella…
Notorious socialite Delilah Drummond won’t be deterred by the war. Instead, she decides to throw the event of the year, and she’s handing out invitations with an eye for wanton fun and wild abandon.
There is the dashing explorer and archaeologist Gabriel Stark, a man at a crossroads in his life. Brilliant and restless, he’s just committed to a secret enterprise that forces him to play a public role very different from the man he truly is.
And then there is the charming if flighty Evangeline Merriweather. Evie has dreamed her whole life of adventure. Little does she know, she’s about to get more than she bargained for. Especially after her vivacious Aunt Dove acts as fairy godmother, if a saucy one, providing a scandalous gown and a whisper of jasmine on her skin….
Evie will shake cool Gabriel to his core, but just how far are they willing to take love at first sight?
One seductive night will change Evie forever. Watch for her next adventure, in the City of Jasmine.
Chapter One
Christmas, 1914
London
Delilah stared at the printed words on the sheet of paper and knew that her life had just changed forever. It was thin, that sheet of paper, insubstantial as a ghost and twice as scary.
“So these are your orders,” she said to her husband. Her voice didn’t break, but Johnny knew her too well.
“I told you I was enlisting,” he reminded her gently.
“Yes, but I thought that was just something people say, like ‘the cheque is in the mail’ or ‘my, what a pretty baby you have.’ I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
“I have to, Delilah. My brothers are going, so many of my friends. I couldn’t look myself in the mirror if I didn’t.”
“I know,” she said, offering him a thin smile. “You don’t have to explain it, really. If I were a man and English, I’d beat you to the front lines.”
Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, but she wouldn’t let them fall. She held them back, purely with the force of her will, and Johnny shook his head.
“They’d be better off with you,” he said, his voice light. “You’re a damned sight braver than I am. It takes a lot more courage to stay behind than it does to go along with the crowd. I don’t want to go, Delilah. It’s going to be bloody and brutal and like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I want to stay here with you and write my book and eat your awful cooking and get a dozen babies off of you,” he told her, running his hands around her waist. “But—”
She put a finger to his lips. “I told you you didn’t need to explain it. It’s stupid and tragic, and when this war is over no one will even remember why it started. That’s how wars always go. But you have to live with yourself when it’s done. So,” she added, dropping her finger to toy with the button of his shirt. “You’ll go off to war and I’ll keep the home fires burning. It’s what the little woman is supposed to do, right?”
He dropped his head to her neck, resting his brow in the curve of her shoulder. “Delilah—”
“But we can’t talk about it,” she told him, rearing back to look him in the eye. “I can’t. I’ll put on a brave face even if I have to paint one on with powder and lipstick. I’ll smile and wave you off to war and I’ll mark off every day you’re away on a calendar. I’ll roll bandages and make myself useful and pretend everything’s quite all right, but I can’t talk about it again. Not even with you. If I talk about it, if I think about it, I’ll never be able to let you go.”
He cupped the back of her head with one large hand and kissed her, slowly, sweetly, as if he were courting her again. When he pulled away, he wasn’t surprised to find the tears that had stood unshed in her eyes were gone. He had always said Delilah Drummond was a force of nature. She had swept into his life with all the impact of a hurricane, and he had never entirely recovered from the first time she had looked up into his eyes and given him her slow, inviting smile.
“Very well. We won’t talk about it,” he said seriously. “What shall we do instead?”
She slid her fingers under a button and slipped it free. “First, we’re going to bed for the rest of the day and we’re not getting up until tomorrow. I want to make a thousand new memories of you, Johnny.” She kissed him fervently. “And then you’re going to help me throw a party, the best New Year’s Eve party anyone has ever thrown. We’re going to spend every last penny we have and invite everyone we know and we’ll ring in 1915 in style with champagne and lobster patties and dancing until dawn.”
He grinned. “You realise I’m reporting for duty on the second of January?”
“Good. Then the last memory you’ll have of me is wearing a party frock and knocking back cocktails while I kick old 1914 right in the teeth. Let’s send it off in style.”
