Social Grace
Cover art by Gwen Pfifer
Emmaline seeks a polish for her rough country manners from etiquette expert, Social Grace. She never guessed Social Grace is brawny Highland Gamer, Grayson Bruce
Emmaline Moore gathers her beloved Granny's recipes and wisdom into a potential best seller. Now all she needs is a touch of social grace for her anticipated book tour.
To get it, she commits her first breach of etiquette by dropping in uninvited on manners maven, Mercedes Grayson, her Granny's long-ago BFF. After a cross state journey to the Miss Grayson's home, she discovers she must first get past her stodgy butler.
The butler turns out to be the great lady's nephew and caretaker, Grayson Bruce. Gray is a man of many talents: college professor, bag piper, Highland Gamer, and the secret the true author of his aunt's popular etiquette advice books and blog.
A comedy of manners ensues in Social Grace, a contemporary My Fair Lady romance.
See scenes and character insprirations on my Pinterest board for Social Grace: http://www.pinterest.com/barbarascottink/social-grace/
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Emmaline Moore gathers her beloved Granny's recipes and wisdom into a potential best seller. Now all she needs is a touch of social grace for her anticipated book tour.
To get it, she commits her first breach of etiquette by dropping in uninvited on manners maven, Mercedes Grayson, her Granny's long-ago BFF. After a cross state journey to the Miss Grayson's home, she discovers she must first get past her stodgy butler.
The butler turns out to be the great lady's nephew and caretaker, Grayson Bruce. Gray is a man of many talents: college professor, bag piper, Highland Gamer, and the secret the true author of his aunt's popular etiquette advice books and blog.
A comedy of manners ensues in Social Grace, a contemporary My Fair Lady romance.
See scenes and character insprirations on my Pinterest board for Social Grace: http://www.pinterest.com/barbarascottink/social-grace/
Excerpt below the buy links.
If you enjoy one of my books, please do me the favor of leaving me a review.
Buy links:
http://www.desertbreezepublishing.com/social-grace-epub/
http://www.amazon.com/Social-Grace-ebook/dp/B00F3QNZR6/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1379121479&sr=1-1&keywords=social+grace+barbara+scott
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/social-grace-barbara-svott/1116875350?ean=2940148452096
Also available at Amazon for Kindle, Barnes & Noble for the Nook, Kobo, All Romance eBooks, Apple's iBookstore, and other ebook venues
Excerpt:The stone path led up to the arched front door, but another branch lined with asters led to the left. She followed it to a garden overspread by a maple just coming into color. A breeze whispered through its leaves, and the tree tinkled with music. Squinting up to find the source, wind chimes dancing on a branch, Emmaline did not see the obstacle that blocked her path until she tripped over it.
"Reeeowwrrr!" the cat protested. A gray blur shot past her up the tree, scolding her all the way.
"Sorry, Cat, I didn't mean to -- Are you hurt, Kitty?" The cat held one paw up against her body.
"Come on down. Let me see," Emmaline said in her sweetest, gentlest voice. She didn't like to see any creature in pain. If she was the cause of the cat's injury, she couldn't just let it be.
The cat had other ideas. Her voice, a high-pitched yowl of distress, she climbed up higher into the tree in a three-legged scramble.
Emmaline had no choice but to follow. Hitching up her skirt, she got a good grip on the knotted trunk with the right foot and hoisted herself to the first branch. With a grace born of years of tomboy high spirits, she clambered up the trunk to straddle the second branch.
The cat stopped her own ascent to lick her damaged paw.
From here, Emmaline could almost reach her. "I won't hurt you. Come here, Kitty, Kitty.
"Desire." The voice rumbled up to her through the leaves. She looked down to see the curly, ginger top of the man's head and her own thigh completely exposed.
She made a futile tug at her skirt.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Desire. The cat's name is Desire. After the streetcar. If you're lucky, she may come to that name. If not, she'll come down in her own sweet time."
"I think she's hurt. Her paw. I'm afraid she can't come down on her own."
"Left front paw?"
"Yes."
"It's an act. Sympathy will get her more treats. It's why she's as big as her namesake, the streetcar.
She looked up at Desire who stopped licking her paw long enough to wink at her. Emmaline laughed.
"What about you?" the man asked. "Can you get down on your own?"
"Don't worry. I'm an old hand at this." He did not look away as she adjusted her skirt for her dismount. "I'm afraid I'm not making a very good first impression."
"On the contrary. I'm most impressed."
"Reeeowwrrr!" the cat protested. A gray blur shot past her up the tree, scolding her all the way.
"Sorry, Cat, I didn't mean to -- Are you hurt, Kitty?" The cat held one paw up against her body.
"Come on down. Let me see," Emmaline said in her sweetest, gentlest voice. She didn't like to see any creature in pain. If she was the cause of the cat's injury, she couldn't just let it be.
The cat had other ideas. Her voice, a high-pitched yowl of distress, she climbed up higher into the tree in a three-legged scramble.
Emmaline had no choice but to follow. Hitching up her skirt, she got a good grip on the knotted trunk with the right foot and hoisted herself to the first branch. With a grace born of years of tomboy high spirits, she clambered up the trunk to straddle the second branch.
The cat stopped her own ascent to lick her damaged paw.
From here, Emmaline could almost reach her. "I won't hurt you. Come here, Kitty, Kitty.
"Desire." The voice rumbled up to her through the leaves. She looked down to see the curly, ginger top of the man's head and her own thigh completely exposed.
She made a futile tug at her skirt.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Desire. The cat's name is Desire. After the streetcar. If you're lucky, she may come to that name. If not, she'll come down in her own sweet time."
"I think she's hurt. Her paw. I'm afraid she can't come down on her own."
"Left front paw?"
"Yes."
"It's an act. Sympathy will get her more treats. It's why she's as big as her namesake, the streetcar.
She looked up at Desire who stopped licking her paw long enough to wink at her. Emmaline laughed.
"What about you?" the man asked. "Can you get down on your own?"
"Don't worry. I'm an old hand at this." He did not look away as she adjusted her skirt for her dismount. "I'm afraid I'm not making a very good first impression."
"On the contrary. I'm most impressed."