Introducing… Hannah FieldingHannah Fielding is an incurable romantic. The seeds for her writing career were sown in early childhood, spent in Egypt, when she came to an
agreement with her governess Zula: for each fairy story Zula told, Hannah would invent and relate one of her own. Years later – following a degree in French literature, several years of travelling in Europe, falling in love with an Englishman, the arrival of two beautiful children and a career in property development – Hannah decided after so many years of yearning to write that the time was now. Today, she lives the dream: writing full time at her homes in Kent, England, and the South of France, where she dreams up romances overlooking breath-taking views of the Mediterranean. To date, Hannah has published four passionate, evocative novels: Burning Embers, a ‘romance like Hollywood used to make’, set in Kenya; the award-winning Echoes of Love, ‘an epic love story that is beautifully told’, set in Italy; and books 1 and 2 of the Andalusian Nights trilogy, set in sultry Spain, entitled Indiscretion and Masquerade. She is currently working on her fifth book, Legacy, which will publish this spring.
A glimpse of Indiscretion
Alexandra felt a riot of emotions skittering along the surface of her skin, which was reacting to his touch in a way she couldn’t seem to control. A warm breeze blew a couple of locks of hair that had slipped over her brow. It played caressingly around her neck, and for a split second she found herself fantasising that it was Salvador’s fingers stroking her.
He stopped and looked down at her, still holding her hand tightly. Had he felt her tension? Their eyes locked, as if he knew all about the tumult going on inside her body.
‘Por Dios, by God, if they were jewels, those green eyes of yours would be worth a fortune strung on gold,’ and, bending his head, he leaned closer. Mesmerised by her mouth, he paused a breath away from her, then took her lips in a slow-moving kiss. Her entire body flashed with heat, and all the while his fingers were twining between hers. The heady masculine scent of him filled her head as the smooth texture of his lips finally lifted their pressure, brushing over hers as lightly as a feather.
Quickly, but gently, he pulled away. Alexandra’s cheeks burned, not only because all her senses were crying out for more, but also with the thought that they might have been seen from above. Reading her mind, Salvador shook his dark head reassuringly, but his ardent stare, ocean-deep, remained a few seconds more on her face before they resumed their climb.
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