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Friday, January 24, 2020

Unwrapping a New Release - A CONVENIENT ENGAGEMENT by Amy Valentini


A CONVENIENT ENGAGEMENT

A Contemporary Romance

Amy Valentini

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New Release!

Available Now in print and ebook at Amazon
Read for Free at Kindle Unlimited
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Sometimes fate has other ideas…

Feeling like her world is falling apart, the last thing Eden Murphy needs is to discover her new neighbor is the only guy in high school she ever had a crush on and who humiliated her.

Starting fresh in a new city, a new job, and discovering a beautiful new neighbor across the hall, Will Trask hopes his future is bright and on track.

When they discover being single seems to be holding them back in their careers, Will comes up with a temporary solution. Pretend to be engaged. At first, Eden rejects the idea but then she sees an added benefit to his scheme—get what she wants at work and maybe exact a bit of revenge on him.


But sometimes the best-laid plans can go awry. Eden gets to know the real Will and things go far beyond a convenient engagement.

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Excerpt:

When the sound of her door buzzer dragged Eden Murphy from her sleep, she cursed the day she had ever thought living in a trendy neighborhood in DC would be fun. Trying to sleep in was difficult enough with the sounds of normal activities in the neighborhood on a late summer Sunday morning here in Georgetown but after a late night working, she was not in the mood for much more.
The buzzer sounded again. With a growl, she threw off her covers and climbed from her bed. No friend of hers would ever dream of showing up at her door unannounced so she could only imagine it was someone selling something or wanting a donation. She neither wanted to buy anything or make a donation so they’d better stop leaning on her buzzer.
“All right, all right,” she muttered as she pulled on a pair of shorts beneath the over-sized T-shirt she preferred to sleep in.
Stumbling barefoot across the small living space of her overpriced apartment, she stubbed her toe on the leg of her coffee table and cursed as she hopped on one foot. When she reached the front door, she leaned against it and rubbed her throbbing toe. The buzzer sounded again with such an urgency she began to worry if the building was on fire.
Peeking through the security keyhole, she saw the back of a head and then suddenly a wide eye as the person on the other side of the door peered back at her through the hole. The buzzer sounded again.
Stepping back from the door, she wasn’t sure if she should open it or not.
“Who’s there?” she called out through the door.
“Will, I’m your new neighbor,” a male voice came through in a loud whisper. “I presume you’re the concerned neighbor who left me this note.”
Suddenly, a piece of paper covered the peephole.
Crap! He didn’t sound happy about my suggestion of what to do with his trash.
She hadn’t met her new neighbor yet but knew someone had finally moved into Greta Charles’s apartment because there had been an ever-growing stack of boxes outside the unit’s door for the past three days. She’d barely been able to get past them when she returned home last night and when she got no response after ringing his doorbell as well as knocking, she left him a note.
She opened the door. She’d only planned to open it enough to ask him what he wanted but the man grabbed the door and pushed his way into her apartment, shutting it behind him.
“Excuse me,” she exclaimed as she took several steps back and looked around for something to use as a weapon. “How dare you? What do you want?”
The man walked to the center of her living area and turned to face her. He was tall, muscularly lean and rather good-looking in a disheveled, slept in his suit kind of unshaven way. His brown hair with tale-tell sun-streaks in it was sticking out around his head as if he’d had a rough night and had just climbed out of bed as well. He also looked somewhat familiar but that was impossible since she’d never seen him before.
“I arrived home this morning to find this,” he said holding out the note she did recognize.
Suddenly, he seemed to perk up, came to his full height which was easily a few inches over six feet and stuck his hand out.
“Hi, I’m Will,” he said with a far too charming smile and twinkle in his blue eyes she’d come to recognize well as belonging to a man on the prowl.
Before she had a chance to respond, the buzzer sounded again. When it did, Will hurried back to look through the peephole then turned to look down at her. “Um…can I use your bathroom?”
“What is going on?” she asked pushing past him and looking through the peephole.
Standing on the other side of the door was a woman. She was glancing around and when she faced the door, Eden recognized the look of a woman in a not very good mood. She sighed and turned to confront her new neighbor but found him gone.
Coward.
Yep, she had pegged him right. Her new neighbor was a player and she wanted nothing to do with him or his drama. She opened the door.
“Oh, hi…I…well, sorry to bother you but I was looking for the guy who lives across the way. I think his name is Bill or Will,” the girl said with a shrug. “I’m looking for the no good son of a bitch. Do you know if he’s been home yet?”
“Um…well,” Eden said then glanced over her shoulder to see the guy in question peeking around the doorframe to her bedroom. “I don’t know the guy but maybe you’d like to come in and leave him a note or something.”
She nearly burst out laughing when he started waving at her and shaking his head.
“Or maybe have a cup of coffee. You could wait for him to get home,” she said with a chuckle.
“Uh…thanks, but no, I…well, I…he stood me up last night,” the girl said with a scowl then suddenly glanced toward the stairs. “Maybe that’s him. What I have to say to him wouldn’t fit into a note.”
The girl glanced behind her and then leaned in toward Eden.
“If you’re smart, you’ll stay clear of him. I don’t know why I thought he’d be any different than any of the other guys around. Besides, it turns out he’s not the kind of guy you want more than one night with…if you know what I mean,” she said in a low voice.
Eden chuckled and nodded.
“Yep…I know what you mean.”
“Thanks,” the girl said then turned and stepping past the pile of boxes proceeded to descend the stairs without even a glance back.
Eden closed the door and even as she tried not to laugh, she couldn’t help it. Resting against the door, she chuckled but when she saw the shock of dismay on her neighbor’s face, she busted out laughing.
“Not funny,” he said as he came into the room.
“Oh yes, it is,” she told him as she walked to the kitchen. “You stood up some girl…probably for another one…and she’s actually glad to have escaped you.”
Still laughing, she opened the refrigerator and grabbed an individual-sized bottle of orange juice. Turning to face him and still chuckling, she snapped open the cap. He did look so familiar. She was sure she’d seen him somewhere before.
“Do I know you?” she asked.
“Ha ha. We just met at the door, remember?” he said with a scowl as he plopped down into a chair facing her. “So what’s for breakfast?”
“Excuse me?”
“I just got in from a business trip so haven’t had a chance to get groceries yet and I just figured if you’re going to eat then perhaps…”
Just then, he cocked his head just so, squeezed one eye shut, and shrugged. It was at that very moment she recognized him.
“Will Trask!”
He came to his feet so fast she thought he was going to attack her so she grabbed a knife from the block on the counter.
“What the hell?” Will held his hands up in front of him as if to ward her off.
“I…I thought you…oh, never mind,” she stammered, looked at the knife in her hand then set it on the counter beside her.
“You know my name? How? Have we…you know?” Will moved his hands back and forth as if to insinuate she and he had played the same game he’d played with the girl who had just escaped him.
“Hell no!”
“Wow…I didn’t think so. I’m sure I would’ve remembered you,” he said rubbing his chin before running his long fingers through his unruly hair. “Wait…then…how do you know my name?”
“Never mind. It’s not important since you’d never remember me anyway,” she said before taking a long swig off the bottle of orange juice and wishing it had some rum in it.
“Oh, no way. If we’ve met, I’d remember you,” Will asked with a lecherous waggle of his dark brows.
“Ha! Since we never actually met, I doubt it,” she said with a laugh. “And it seems you haven’t changed at all.”
Eden rolled her eyes and pulled out a chair from the small table set where she ate her meals alone these days, when she ate at home, and took a seat.
“Did we go to college together?”
“No,” she said shaking her head and wondering why she’d even brought it up. “Like I said—unimportant.”
Will glanced around the space and she wondered if he was looking for a clue of some sort as to her identity. Suddenly, he glanced toward the bedroom.
“You live alone?” he asked.
It was then she realized he’d taken notice of the stack of boxes near the door with Paul’s name on them.
“Yes, he doesn’t live here anymore,” she said picking at the label on the bottle with fingertips in need of a manicure. “I suppose he’s off with someone more exciting. We’re not engaged anymore.”
“Oh, you were engaged? But you’re not anymore?” he replied a little too upbeat but when she narrowed her eyes at him, he continued, “I mean…oh, that’s too bad. His loss.”
“Yes, it is his loss. He’s the one who decided he didn’t want to marry me,” she said with probably a bit too much bitterness in her tone. “It seems he met the love of his life and it isn’t me.”
“Well, he’s an idiot because you’re gorgeous,” Will said taking a seat on the arm of the couch and folding his arms across his chest.
She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. The man just hid from a woman he’d obviously had a one-night stand with but then stood up, most likely for another one he had only arrived home from spending the night with and now he was sitting here chatting her up like they were old pals. Was she cursed or something that the worst player in the world was now living across the hall from her?
“By the way, you know my name—”
“You can just call me neighbor and we’ll leave it at that. By the way, the reason I left you that note is because you can’t leave those boxes out there. Fire hazard and all,” she said pointing in the direction of the hallway on the other side of the door with the hand holding the orange juice bottle.
“Right. I just moved in and I hadn’t had a chance to get them to the trash. I’ve been out of town on business,” Will said with a shrug when she nodded and rolled her eyes. “Right. I’ll take care of it.”
An awkward silence descended on the room making the sounds from outside, the sound of mowers, blowers, and cars suddenly louder and more intrusive. She couldn’t help but wonder when Will planned to leave. She wasn’t the type to be rude and ask him to leave but there was always room for a first time.
“So, how long have you lived here?” Will asked glancing around.
“Um…since January,” she said.
“Oh…so how long since your…um…ex…he lived here too?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,” she said standing and moving to the sink to rinse her bottle.
Staring out the small window over the sink at the brick wall across the way, she wished she had ignored the buzzer. She glanced at the clock on the microwave and saw it was already noon.
“Listen…I’ve got to get a shower and get dressed. I have a lot of work to do today.”
“Work! On a beautiful Sunday? It’s still summertime. I was just going to suggest I take you to lunch. I noticed a quaint little cafĂ© just down the street—”
“No! Look, we might be neighbors but I’m not interested in any kind of friends with benefits thing with you—”
Will came to his feet, his hands in the air. “Whoa! I was just suggesting lunch…you know, to say thanks for saving my butt with what’s her name. Nothing more.”
Feeling bad for jumping to the wrong conclusion, Eden sighed. Would it hurt to have a meal with the guy? After all, she knew she couldn’t hide how she knew him forever and anything sounded more appetizing than just a bowl of cold cereal since she wasn’t going in to the office. Normally, she’d grab a bagel and egg sandwich at the bagel shop on the way so maybe letting him get her some lunch wasn’t a terribly bad idea.
“Of course, if you’re interested in a kind of if you’re lonely and I’m free kind of thing—”
“Get out! Just get out! You are most certainly deserving of whatever hell you catch from your girlfriend,” she exclaimed throwing the plastic bottle at him.
It hit his shoulder and bounced off but he yelped as if it hurt. She was sure it was more out of surprise than pain, but still hoped it hurt a little bit.
“Okay…okay! I was just kidding,” Will exclaimed. “Seriously, we’re going to be neighbors, can’t we be friends?”
“Right now, I’ve got other things on my mind and you’re not one of them. It’s time for you to go. Thank you for the offer of lunch, but not today,” she said as she moved past him to the door and pulled it open. “If you don’t mind…”
She waved her arm in the direction of the open door leading into the hallway. Will dropped his shoulders as if disappointed and dejected causing her to roll her eyes. What a performer. She wondered if that kind of act actually worked on women. Once upon a time, it might have but not since the last time she saw him and never would now.
Will walked slowly to the door and when he reached her, he stopped.
“Thank you for not ratting me out…neighbor…and I do apologize about the trash. I’ll get it cleared out today. You know, I’m kind of new to the city and I don’t really know anyone and since you seem to know me…” He cocked his head in what she recognized as his Will Trask way and spoke in what she assumed he thought was a woe is me tone.
It is kind of endearing…damn him.
“Well, I’m sorry but I don’t know too many people either. I’m simply too busy with my job. I’m working on a new project,” she said glancing at the clock on the bookshelf. “And I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“Okay.” He took a step toward the open door but stopped again.
Turning slightly, he leaned in making her unconsciously step back.
“I’m not that bad.”
“Yeah…well, I’ve seen you at work and your friend, although I doubt she is anymore since you stood her up last night, said you’re not the kind of guy she goes out with twice. That speaks volumes,” Eden said shaking her head. “Now, excuse me but—”
“I don’t think she meant…never mind. Yeah, I’m going. Thanks again,” Will said and stepped through the doorway.
Eden quickly shut the door and locked the deadbolt. Shaking her head as she crossed to her bedroom, she stopped and lifted her hands toward the ceiling, closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Then she opened her mouth and without making much more of a noise than a groan, she screamed. Once done, she dropped her hands and released a heavy sigh.
“Why did it have to be Will Trask, of all people, who moved in next door? Oh, Mrs. Charles…why did you have to go live with your daughter? You were such a nice quiet neighbor.”


Thanks for reading and I hope you’ll finish reading Will and Eden’s story. It’s my favorite one of all. 

Happy Reading Everyone!

Friday, September 6, 2019

Unwrapping a Guest Review by Connie Fischer of NEVER HAVE I EVER WITH A DUKE, a Spitfire Society novel by Darcy Burke

Greetings my darling readers, I know I’ve been remiss in providing you reviews of good reads this past year and I apologize. Life has a hold on me which does not allow me much reading time. I have tried to make up for that in publishing my own good reads for you and I hope you’ve given them a try. So to make up for my neglect, I will be offering up guest reviews for you enjoy. I hope to be back reviewing for you soon but in the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy my dear friend, Connie Fischer’s reviews to guide you to good reads. Enjoy and Happy Reading!

I present to you a guest review of NEVER HAVE I EVER WITH A DUKE, a Spitfire Society novel by Darcy Burke, published August 27, 2019.


Blurb for NEVER HAVE I EVER WITH A DUKE:

Meet the smart, independent women who've decided they don't need Society's rules, their families' expectations, or, most importantly, a husband. But just because they don't need a man doesn't mean they might not want one...

Graham Kinsley is shocked when he inherits a debt-ridden dukedom, and now he has just one month to repay a loan. He needs an heiress—or find a way to recoup the former duke's losses. When he meets the alluring Arabella, he's entranced. Unfortunately, she's as bankrupt as he is, but if they work together they may be able to recover their fortunes. Though if they keep stealing kisses, they may lose their hearts instead.

Arabella Stoke can't afford an attraction to the penniless duke who has vowed to help rescue her family from financial devastation. She needs to find a wealthy husband before her father succumbs to the stress of losing everything. However, as Graham brings them closer to finding the swindler who stole their money, the war between what they want and what they need may ruin them both.

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Connie’s Review:

London - 1819

Arabella Stoke’s father is not well and their family’s financial circumstances have dropped significantly. Her father had made an unwise investment with a man and now finds himself swindled out of all of his money. Her mother spends a lot of time at her husband’s bedside.

When Arabella is out walking her mother’s dog one morning, he gets away from her. Running after him results in her accidentally knocking into a gentleman. She is dressed as a servant so people won’t know that she is reduced to walking her own dog. The gentleman she ran into very kindly helps her look for and find the dog.

Arabella is finding it difficult to be without money. She had loved being part of the Spitfire Society which is a group of young spinster women who prefer to stay single, live in a home of their own and live life as they want. Her two friends, Phoebe Lennox and Jane Pemberton are happy in their lives as young spinster women.

Arabella’s mother is urging her to find a wealthy man and get married right away as the family needs the money. That is certainly easier said than done.

Graham Kinsley, the seventh Duke of Halstead, inherited a pile of debt along with his title. Halstead Manor is not bringing in any money and the mortgage on Brixton Park, just outside London, will soon be foreclosed on. The previous duke had made some very bad investments and after going through the paperwork he left behind, it appears he had been swindled out of his money. Therefore, Graham has no other option but to marry an heiress.

Graham and Arabella meet again at a ball and she confides about her father. He confides that he, too, is poor. No matter, they are attracted to one another. Graham knows that without selling Brixton Park, he won’t have any money with which to fix up and keep Halstead Manor. He wants Arabella to have a good life and knows he cannot offer her much.

Graham has learned that the man who swindled the previous duke and also Arabella’s father, along with countless others is Piers Tibbord. Now, Graham has made it his mission to find this man and make him return the monies that he stole from people. However, he only wishes he had the money to offer for Arabella.

I really liked this story. Both Arabella and Graham are strong people and make a wonderful couple. Boo-Hiss to the man who swindled money from all those people. However, those people were stupid to fall for his get rich quick schemes. I wanted to plant my foot in Arabella’s father’s butt for lying in bed wasting away at his stupidity with his wife and daughter waiting on him. Gah! Get up and be a man! Take charge and get your money back, weakling! I guess my comments prove that the author’s story got my ire up! Well done, Darcy Burke!

Copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.

NEVER HAVE I EVER WITH A DUKE, a Spitfire Society novel by Darcy Burke, indie pub, available now in ebook and print at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Unwrapping a Release Day Spotlight for JUST LOVE by Prescott Lane

JUST LOVE
by
Prescott Lane

Available Now at

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There’s two sides to every love story. The how you fell in love, and the how you fell apart.
This is ours.
The cardinal rule of friendship is you don’t mess with your friend’s sister.
That goes double when she’s his little sister.
It was just supposed to be fun.
She wasn’t supposed to end up being the love of my life.
And I definitely wasn’t supposed to break her heart.
Ainsley is a wedding dress designer. That should’ve been a warning that she’s a hopeless romantic. That should’ve clued me in that she believes love conquers all.
But there are some things that love can’t fix. I’m one of them.
She thinks love is the answer.
But love is the reason I let her go.

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About the Author:

Prescott Lane is the author of First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, and Wrapped in Lace. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.


 

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Unwrapping a Guest Review by Connie Fischer of ONE NIGHT OF SURRENDER, a Wicked Dukes Club novel by Darcy Burke

Greetings my darling readers, I know I’ve been remiss in providing you reviews of good reads this past year and I apologize. Life has a hold on me which does not allow me much reading time. I have tried to make up for that in publishing my own good reads for you and I hope you’ve given them a try. So to make up for my neglect, I will be offering up guest reviews for you enjoy. I hope to be back reviewing for you soon but in the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy my dear friend, Connie Fischer’s reviews to guide you to good reads. Enjoy and Happy Reading!

I present to you a guest review of ONE NIGHT OF SURRENDER, a Wicked Dukes Club novel by Darcy Burke, published April 30, 2019.


Blurb for ONE NIGHT OF SURRENDER:

After one passionate night a decade ago, Valentine Fairfax, Duke of Eastleigh, never forgot Isabelle, the intelligent, witty and forbidden daughter of a head of college at Oxford. However, since suffering a disastrous marriage to an unfaithful wife, the duke has vowed never to succumb to temptation again. Until the day he discovers his friend’s governess is the one woman who still haunts his dreams.

Once penniless, Isabelle Cortland has finally saved enough money to finance a school for impoverished girls. But when a chance encounter rekindles buried desires, Isabelle knows she can’t be a duke’s mistress and a headmistress at the same time. No longer a naĂŻve girl, Isabelle won’t repeat the past. Not even for one night of surrender...

Meet the unforgettable men of London's most notorious tavern, The Wicked Duke. Seductively handsome, with charm and wit to spare, one night with these rakes and rogues will never be enough…

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Connie’s Review:

London - 1817

Mrs. Isabelle Cortland is employed by Lord Barkley and his wife as governess for their daughters Beatrice, 13, and Caroline, 10. Lord Barkley, his daughters, and Isabelle are temporarily staying at the home of Valentine Fairfax, the Duke of Eastleigh, while renovations are being completed on the Barkley home.

Isabelle is hoping that she will not encounter Valentine during their stay. Ten years ago, the two of them spent a night of passion and Isabelle has never forgotten that night. Isabelle is the daughter of an Oxford head and extremely well educated by her father. Her dream is to one day open a school for girls.

However, when Valentine and Isabelle do meet, they both know they are still attracted to one another. Isabelle had been married, but when her husband passed several years ago having gambled away the family funds, she had no choice but to take a position as a governess. Valentine had also been unhappily married and his wife has passed away.

When Isabelle meets Valentine’s sister, Viola, and their crotchety grandmother, she is impressed with Viola’s friendliness and independence. She also says she wants to introduce Isabelle to her friends. She can’t help but be somewhat intimated by their grandmother.

One day, Isabelle learns she is to be replaced by another governess because Lady Barkley is jealous of her and wants her out. Eager to find a new position as soon as possible, she applies as a barmaid called the Wicked Duke owned by Valentine and his friend, the Duke of Colehaven, and is accepted. However, this does not go down well with Valentine and he steps in to make some changes.

Is there a way that these two people can be together? They are so much in love.

I liked this book very much and found it to be yet another delighted historical romance by a talented author.

Copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.

ONE NIGHT OF SURRENDER, a Wicked Dukes Club novel by Darcy Burke, available now ebook and print at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks.

Monday, April 15, 2019

Unwrapping a Guest Review by Connie Fischer of THE SOCIAL TUTOR, a Branches of Love novel by Sally Britton

Greetings my darling readers, I know I’ve been remiss in providing you reviews of good reads this past year and I apologize. Life has a hold on me which does not allow me much reading time. I have tried to make up for that in publishing my own good reads for you and I hope you’ve given them a try. So to make up for my neglect, I will be offering up guest reviews for you enjoy. I hope to be back reviewing for you soon but in the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy my dear friend, Connie Fischer’s reviews to guide you to good reads. Enjoy and Happy Reading!

I present to you a guest review of THE SOCIAL TUTOR, a Branches of Love novel by Sally Britton, published January 30, 2018.

Blurb for THE SOCIAL TUTOR:

A Sweet and Swoony Regency Romance

After years of escaping etiquette lessons in favor of the stables, Christine Devon’s grand debut in London is only weeks away, though her deportment lacks the sophisticated polish she needs to achieve her goals of a lofty marriage. Desperate to take her place in society, she needs someone to instruct her in proper behavior.

Thomas Gilbert, newly returned from Italy, is ready to begin his dream of founding a horse farm. But during his time away, the estate’s finances have dwindled to almost nothing. Unless he can find a way to save his family from ruin, he will be forced to sell his horses and give up his dreams entirely.

A chance meeting between them may solve both their problems. Christine gains a tutor in the finer arts of polite behavior, while Thomas is given access to the finest bloodlines in England. But as time passes, the arrangement is less about business, and more about love. Will they see it in time, or will Christine leave Thomas behind for the splendor of London’s ballrooms?

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Connie’s Review:

November 1811

Christine Devon, age 19, is sitting with her sisters, Julia and Rebecca, awaiting a postal delivery. Their Aunt Jacqueline, the widow of an earl, is to be sending Christine a letter about sponsoring her debut. Her older sister, Julia’s debut 4 years ago had been an "unfortunate affair." But the whole story about what actually happened remains a secret. When her aunt’s letter finally arrives, it confirms that she will soon be off to London. But Julia is quiet about wishing her well other than to say that she hopes Christine can find a titled man that would please their father and his strict standards. Their mother passed away some years ago and their father is a hard, cold man who shows no affection for the girls. He simply issues orders and expects them to be obeyed.

Thomas Gilbert, age 28, has just returned from being abroad in Italy. He has truly missed the quiet English countryside. He learned quite a lot about horse breeding during his 2 years in Italy. Now, he finds the family’s estate monies are in trouble and his father has asked for his help in finding ways to save them all.

Tonight, the family is off to a neighboring family for a dinner party with other neighbors, including the Devon family. While at dinner, Christine is quite outspoken with the vicar questioning him about something that angers the man.

The next day, Christine sees Thomas when they are both out riding. They discuss what happened with the vicar and Thomas tells her that she needs to be more subtle when speaking to people. She is unsure of herself as she had no mother to help guide her, so Christine asks Thomas to tutor her in the ways of society and in exchange, she will give him stud rights to her prize horses.

Now, Christine’s father has given her a list of men with whom she can make a marriage. Anyone other than those on that list are forbidden to her. Should she deviate from his directions, she will be sent home.

By spending so much time together, Christine and Thomas have sparked an attraction that grows. How can there be a chance for them to find happiness with her father’s dictates and the lessened finances of Thomas’s family?

I loved this sweet and clean historical romance. Christine and Thomas are strong characters and both of them share the same interests. What happened with Julia’s “unfortunate debut” is a good story and one that I believe will be revealed in another book by the author. I’m betting this will turn out to be a delighted series.

Copy gifted to me via Amazon in exchange for an honest and fair review.

THE SOCIAL TUTOR, a Branches of Love novel by Sally Britton, available now in ebook, print, and audiobook at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks.

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Unwrapping a Cover Reveal of TO LOVE AND BE LOVED BY HIM, book 4 in the Seekers of the Past series by Amy Valentini w/#excerpt

TO LOVE AND BE LOVED BY HIM
Book 4 of the Seekers of the Past series
Amy Valentini

Releasing April 16, 2019
Available for ebook Pre-Order Now at 
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobobooks 
iBooks | Smashwords
print coming at release time


Continue the Journey to Where the Past Meets the Present
and Love Lives Forever

Emma’s investigation of the past leads her to Emily Embry. But will it lead her and Sam to the origins of the gold? He’s beginning to believe she’s experiencing something amazing while reading the young girl’s journal, but is it real? What might they learn as they continue seeking the past?

Sent to England to marry a man she’s never met, Emily Embry is determined to quit the contract made by her parents. When tragedy strikes her ship along the way, she encounters a handsome captain who captures her heart making her destiny even less desirable, even as she wishes he was the man she was marrying.

Beau Hawkings is a man of the sea and has no desire to settle down on land or with a wife. When he rescues the woman his grandfather contracted him to marry, he finds her desirable but his desire for freedom is greater—until she begins to claim his heart. Now his deception might be the very thing which drives her away. While both protect their hearts, they grow ever closer as fate voyages them home to where they belong—in love and loved.

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Excerpt:

Beau withdrew expecting a rejection but when her only response was to widen her eyes in surprise he took his offer as acceptable. His blood flared hot in his veins when he saw her little pink tongue dart out again to moisten her lips. He took the action and her silence as permission so he tightened his grip on her waist and slid his free hand into her hair to cradle her neck before dipping his head to catch her lips beneath his.
Soft lips fluttered beneath his own as if she wanted to say something but was unable to form the words. He moved his lips on hers and reveled in their warm satiny texture. When he touched his tongue to the crease of her lips, she tensed but then relaxed. A moment later, her lips parted. Stifling a smile, he pushed his tongue between her lips and felt her inhalation. She pressed her hands flat against his chest and started to withdraw. He suspected she had never been kissed like this before but when her warm tongue suddenly stroked against his, he knew she liked it. Smiling, he drew back and gazed down at closed eyes, long dark lashes resting gently on flushed cheekbones. When her dark eyes fluttered open, he smiled at her with an arrogant confidence he was sure was unflattering but could not resist.
“I do not think you really wish to leave,” he whispered as his mouth hovered over hers. “Stay, chĂ©rie, stay.”
He pressed his hips against her so she knew just how much he desired her to do so. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his foot. He released her and she shoved him aside. A sharp throbbing was centered over the top of his booted foot. The little vixen had stomped his foot and had done a good job of it.
“You may think all women are your playthings, Captain Hawkings,” Emily exclaimed, anger curling her lips so her tiny white teeth were bared. “I am not!”
“Please, call me Beau, chĂ©rie. No one calls me Captain Hawkings,” Beau pleaded even as he reached for her. “Even my men call me Captain Hawke. For you, chĂ©rie, I shall make an exception and allow you to call me Beau.”
He smiled down at her even as her brows furrowed as if she had not heard him correctly. His foot throbbed painfully but he kept smiling. He was not about to let her know how her tiny heel had bruised his foot or his ego.
“I think I would prefer to call you Captain Hawkings, thank you very much,” she exclaimed as she planted her fists squarely on her hips and lifted her chin haughtily. “I do not wish to call you anything else, if you do not mind.”
She turned toward the door with a toss of her mahogany curls.
“You may call me whatever you wish, ma chĂ©rie,” he answered with glee as he eyed the lovely view of her backside she was presenting him.
“You mean like arrogant bastard?” Emily threw over her shoulder as she moved further through the door.
“My parents were happily married, milady,” he remarked in teasing.
His response stopped her. She turned and glared at him with narrowed angry eyes.
“Captain Hawkings,” Emily began in a slow cautionary tone. “I do have a name by the way. I would prefer you use it instead of any of those ridiculous foreign intimacies which you prefer.”
Beau was impressed with her spirited nature and was unable to resist a smile. “Ah well, since we have not actually been properly introduced and I do not know your full name, I can only assume you wish me to call you Emily which is by far more intimate than any endearments, but if you prefer—”
“I do not prefer any such thing,” she replied with a haughty tone as she lifted her chin defiantly. “My name is Embry, Emily Embry…and you, sir, may call me Miss Embry.”
The name hung in the air even after she disappeared into the dark passageway. He stood looking at the place where she had just been with the name swirling in the air like an annoying insect. Had she stayed, he was sure she would have inquired why he had suddenly paled. Feeling as if he had just been sucker punched in the gut, he felt a shaking surge of hysterical laughter rise up into his chest.
Beau pushed the door closed but failed to notice it had not closed all the way. He staggered toward his seat behind the desk for between her surname bouncing around in his head and the wine in which he had over-indulged the floor seemed to tilt beneath his feet.
Bloody hell! Was this his punishment for escaping his obligation to his grandfather’s wishes? Of all the women to rescue from a sinking ship, had he truly had the misfortune to rescue the one woman he had hope to avoid meeting in the first place? Perhaps it was mere coincidence. Perhaps there are two women named Emily Embry.
Thinking himself a fool, he knew full well there was only one Emily Embry who would be traveling to London to get married. She must be the same Emily Embry whose name he had been looking at for the past six weeks. The same name he had stared at while he decided what to do about the prospect of marrying against his will. How he wished he had never stopped in Ponta Delgada for then he might have missed the message intercepting him there. However, they had no choice but to stop in the Azores for supplies even if they had not decided to change course and sail to England after he learned of his grandfather’s death.
Beau reached the desk. He pushed aside the dishes and linen cloth, pouring himself another glass of wine before seating himself behind the desk. He downed it quickly then began searching the desk’s drawers for the letter and contract which his grandfather’s solicitor had presented him upon arriving at the man’s London office.
“Why does it have to be you, chĂ©rie? Such a cheeky firebrand as you, far more suited to be a delectable tumble between the sheets than a wife. Why does it have to be you to whom I am promised in marriage? Shaking his head as if in the hope of changing what he knew was the truth, he searched through the desk drawers for the missive he knew was there.
“You may be a tasty sweet morsel, innocent for sure, but are you worth being tied to forever? I think not. No woman is. No matter how sweet, spirited, and beautiful.”

—To Love and Be Loved By Him

I hope you enjoyed a peek at To Love and Be Loved By Him...this is the story that started it all for me and I hope you'll read the rest of the Seekers of the Past series. 
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