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Tuesday
Sep222015

Wild Lady, Book 1 in Ann Major’s Men of the West Series

Wild Lady, Book 1 in Ann Major’s Men of the West Series: He was her first love. Now she has a second chance.  



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“No one provides hotter emotional fireworks than the fiery Ann Major.”
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At Her Long Lost Lover’s Mercy

Just when Texas bride, Kit Jackson, has her life all planned out: the perfect wedding, the perfect husband, the perfect future, she’s jilted at the altar. Then Ted Bradley, the man she loved and lost returns…with his small motherless daughter.

Five years ago when Kit loved Ted, she’d been a young, innocent virgin. Daughter of a Texas oilman, Kit had been wealthy while Ted had been poor and ambitious. When Ted betrayed her, he’d broken her heart, and she’d fled.

Although she’s tried to forget him, the minute he reappears in her life, the emotional connection between them is so instantaneous and powerful, she realizes, his memory has always haunted her.

Should she give him a second chance and risk her heart again?

Ted believed she’d run because she’d wanted to marry a richer man. Had he been wrong? Since then he’s made a fortune. Maybe it’s time he claimed what’s his.

 

 

The Fairy Tale Girl

Meant to Be

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Tuesday
Sep012015

Book of the Month: A Noble Masquerade by Kristi Ann Hunter

A NOBLE MASQUERADE 
by Kristi Ann Hunter
 

Bethany House 
9780764214325 

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Lady Miranda Hawthorne acts every inch the lady, but inside she longs to be bold and carefree. Approaching spinsterhood in the eyes of society, she pours her innermost feelings out not in a diary but in letters to her brother's old school friend, the Duke of Marshington. Since she's never actually met the man she has no intention of ever sending the letters and is mortified when her brother's mysterious new valet, Marlow, mistakenly mails one of the letters to the unsuspecting duke.

Shockingly, this breach of etiquette results in a reply from the duke that soon leads to a lively correspondence. Insecurity about her previous lack of suitors soon becomes confusion as Miranda finds herself equally intrigued by Marlow, a man she has come to depend upon but whose behavior grows more suspicious by the day. As the secret goings-on at her family's estate come to light, one thing is certain: Miranda's heart is far from all that's at risk for the Hawthornes and those they love.

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A Noble Masquerade is the first full-length novel in the Hawthorne House series. I simply adored this family when they marched their way into my novella, A Lady of Esteem, and fairly soon after their arrival they were each demanding a story of their own. (Note: Visit your favorite ebook retailer for a free copy of the novella.)

This book follows the oldest sister and next to youngest sibling, Miranda, a young woman with an excess of vibrant emotions and an insufficient amount of self-restraint. Having grown up with her mother’s voice in her ear, constantly telling her all the things a lady should and shouldn’t do, Miranda tries to live by the rules even when they grate against her natural inclinations.

Knowing how much I censor my own actions because of what I think others would expect of me, I have to think it would have been even more difficult to chafe against those expectations two hundred years ago, especially in a society where stepping outside of the accepted behaviors could get one ostracized. It was going to take a very special journey with a man as equally unusual as herself for Miranda to discover the freedom to be herself and live in a hypercritical world.

Ryland has gone out of his way to buck tradition, allowing him to meet Miranda in a most curious fashion by masquerading as the servant Marlow. This gives them a unique chance to get to know each other in a very real way outside of the veneer they present to society. The fact that their lives are in a bit of danger might have a little bit of an impact as well.

One of the most fun things about writing this book was discovering the very interesting people this couple has surrounded themselves with. Exploring the secondary characters was almost as much fun as delving into the relationship and lives of Ryland and Miranda. A few of them are so endearing that I can’t help but bring them back later in the series, perhaps even as a main character with a story of their own.

Miranda’s journey and realizations she makes about herself and the way God sees her were very personal, as I myself worked through similar issues a few years ago. Watching Miranda learn these lessons for the first time encouraged me with how far my own understanding had come since walking that same path.

I hope that while you escape to the beautiful world of Regency England and frolic along the rocky path to love with Ryland and Miranda, you will also find a bit of encouragement along the way.

Happy reading!

Kristi

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Marlow entered the library with a loaded tea service.

“Your tea, my lady,” he said with a bow.

Miranda looked from the valet to the tea service. The comforting aroma of tea spread through her, making her more relaxed with every breath.

She should offer him a cup. It was the middle of the night, with no one around to see them, and if ever the rules of propriety could be bent it was now.

Then again, “A lady is always a lady.

Bother that. She shoved the memory of her mother’s frequent reprimand out of her mind, fighting a grin at the mental image. It would be a few hours yet before anyone else stirred in the house. Besides, there was something addicting about his grey gaze. Almost refreshing in its honest directness.

She moved from the desk to the settee, trying to subtly wipe her hands against her dressing gown. Had they been sweating while she wrote her letter? “Would you care to join me?”

His gaze snapped to hers.

Miranda’s heart gave a strange twist in her chest. They were alone. As alone as she’d ever been with a man, servant or otherwise.

She should recant her offer. The memory of those grey eyes had not accounted for how uneasy they made her feel. They seemed to see more than what was actually before him, as if he could look into her soul and pick apart her inner ponderings and motivations. What a ridiculous thought. Something about this man clearly brought out her fanciful side.

“I would be honored, my lady.” Even after answering in the affirmative, he hesitated before taking a seat across the low table from her.

Miranda began to pour the tea. She fixed his cup according to his stated preferences and then sat back with her own cup. She’d already thrown propriety to the wind; rigid posture might as well join it.

“How did you come to be in Griffith’s employ, Marlow? I wasn’t aware he had set about looking for a new valet, although it was high past time. Herbert must be sixty years old.”

“We happened upon each other in the village. I had, ah, been relieved of my employment. Your brother took a liking to me, however, and here I am.”

“Truly? That sounds so very unlike Griffith,” she murmured. Griffith never did anything without thinking it through and coming up with a good reason or twenty.

“Then I am even more grateful for the position.” Marlow quietly sipped at his tea, apparently waiting for her to guide the conversation, if there was to be any.

Did she want there to be any? Yes. Yes, she did. If for no other reason than to pretend she had control over something. “Did you work as a valet before?”

“Yes, my lady.”

Miranda took a large gulp of tea and tried desperately to think of something, anything, to ask that did not involve work. She really didn’t want to know what it was like dressing a gentleman for a living, and especially not in relation to her brother. Having decided that they were going to have a conversation mere moments before, she wasn’t quite ready to abandon the effort.

Her gaze drifted back to him, as if just looking at him would inspire an appropriate topic. All it did was make her realize that she’d been wrong when she thought no man could fill out a coat like her brothers did. Marlow was either padding his shoulders or his muscles were straining the seams of his tailored jacket. She cleared her throat and looked back to her teacup. Tiny blue flowers on white porcelain were considerably safer to look at. “Have you any family near here?”

“No, my lady. I am afraid it is only me. There may be a scattering of cousins over in Derbyshire, but I’ve lost touch with them over the years.”

“Did you grow up in Derbyshire, then?”

“No, Kent.”

She looked at him in confusion. It wasn’t unheard of for aristocratic families to become scattered, with so many of them traveling to London to marry, but the lower classes? “How in the world did you become so separated? Kent is nowhere near Derbyshire.”

“A small move here, a large move there, and you end up going wherever the work takes you.” He had a faraway look in his eye, and she suspected there was much more behind his statement than the scattering of extended family members. With a sad little smile and a shrug, he went back to sipping at his tea.

“I see,” Miranda said, although she really didn’t. A servant would have to change jobs quite a bit to jump from house to house and travel all the way to Derbyshire from Kent and then on to Hertfordshire—and Marlow couldn’t be much older than Griffith. She cast about for conversational inspiration and then remembered her entrance to the library had interrupted his reading. “What are you reading?”

Marlow glanced at the book open near the stack of boots he had been polishing while reading. “Shakespeare. Twelfth Night.

“Is that the one where the noblewoman pretends to be a servant to the duke?”

He nodded.

“I’ve never understood how that would work. I mean, I can’t even make myself a cup of tea, much less do things for someone else.” She glared at the teapot, as if her ineptitude was entirely its fault. “Aside from the practical aspects, there’s the fact that you’d have to go against everything you had been taught since childhood.”

Marlow cleared his throat. “I believe, my lady, that the idea is that someone will do whatever is needed when the situation calls for it. I think anyone, nobility included, can find hidden talents within themselves when it is required to accomplish their goals.”

After several moments of awkward silence, he placed his cup back on the tea tray. “If you have finished, I will see to the dishes, my lady.”

“Of course.” She quietly placed her cup down and stood. The smile she directed at the servant wasn’t as forced as she expected it to be. The interlude had been far from comfortable, but spending time with him intrigued her more than anything else of late. “Thank you for the tea.”

With a last questioning glance at the valet, she lit her candle and went back to her room. Amazing how such a little bit of light made the pathway so much easier to navigate.

Her nerves had settled and bed didn’t seem such a daunting place anymore. If part of her suspected it had more to do with the tea and conversation than the lateness of the hour, she refused to admit it.

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Monday
Jul202015

Romance Preview featuring AN OBSESSION WITH VENGEANCE by Nancy Haviland

This week's Romance Preview is AN OBSESSION WITH VENGEANCE by Nancy Haviland . Each day this week you'll receive a sneak peek inside this new release if you are subscribed to our newsletter list

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AN OBSESSION WITH VENGEANCE
by Nancy Haviland


Montlake Romance, Seattle
ISBN-13: 9781503944466
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Maksim Kirov is a mobster who craves control in all aspects of his life. When he meets fellow nightclub owner, Sydney Martin, his first instinct is to dominate the standoffish little Aussie. But Sydney is determined to be one of the few who refuses the dangerous Russian's advances. Until an altruistic gesture goes horribly wrong and she has no choice but to turn to Maksim and the Tarasov organization for protection. Could giving in to their intense attraction be what saves them both? Or will their all-consuming passion—and Sydney's shocking secret—ruin everything?

 

Friday
Jan232015

January Book of the Month: HIDDEN AGENDA by Lisa Harris

HIDDEN AGENDA
by Lisa Harris


Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group ISBN: 978-0-8007-2192-3

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Presumed dead by friends and family Michael Hunt is alive and on the run. His only hope is the daughter of the man who wants him dead.

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Tuesday
Jul222014

The Romance Buzz: FOR HER SPY ONLY by Robyn DeHart 

FOR HER SPY ONLY
by Robyn DeHart

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Masquerading Mistresses Novella 2

England, 1814

When Winifred is rescued from her snow-stranded carriage by the notorious and reclusive Alistair, Marquess of Coventry, she is instantly drawn to him. Jilted by her betrothed and socially ruined by untrue rumors, Winifred is tired of paying for crimes she didn’t commit and decides to play the seductress London society claims she is. Thinking a night of passion shouldn’t leave any lasting effects, she instead finds her heart marked forever.   Six years later, Alistair is working for the Regent as a spy. A search for Napoleon’s English supporters leads him to the beguiling Winifred, recently widowed with a young son. He hasn’t forgotten how the unconventional beauty warmed his bed, and the heat between them rekindles immediately. The spymaster is determined to uncover all of plucky Winifred’s secrets. Especially the one regarding her son…

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She eyed her unlikely travel companion. He wasn’t a friendly sort; formidable was more what she’d consider him. He was tall and lean and imposing, but younger than she had expected. She’d heard of the Marquess of Coventry, but had never before seen him. His reputation in London was notorious. He could not be more than thirty. His cane leaned against the bench next to him, and his gloved hand held onto the gold knob on top. An ugly scar slashed across his left cheek, leading up to his eye.
He looked up from his reading as if he sensed her perusal. His eyes were a startling shade of green, like the first bloom of spring after a blistering winter.

“You know I am not afraid of you,” she said. Her mother used to chastise her about her chattiness, but Winifred had a tendency to talk when she was nervous. And the marquess’s silence had her quite addled. “I don’t think it’s very intelligent to believe everything you hear about a person.”

“I see,” he said, not bothering to look up from his book.

“Oh yes, people are quite spiteful with the rumors they spread.”

“What is it that people say about me?”

She studied him for a moment, trying to gauge if he was toying with her. He must know what people said. Even the servants gossiped about him.

He looked up at her and once again she was caught in those unusual eyes. His right brow rose expectedly.

She swallowed. “That you murdered your wife.” Her voice came out weak.

“But you do not believe that,” he said.

“No, I do not.” She shook her head. “You are obviously a responsible and kind gentleman.”

“You do not know me,” he said. He set his book aside. His glove gripped the gold knob on his cane.

“No, but you stopped to assist a stranded lady. That says volumes about your character, my lord,” she said, quite pleased with her logic.


He leaned forward, his eyes narrowed. “How do you know I’m not taking you to my castle to ravish you?

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