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From #1 NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes a hot new standalone second chance romance…

THE HOT ONE!

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A sexy, feel-good romance that makes you feel good all over, THE HOT ONE is a hot, second chance standalone romance and the story of confident, charming and cocky attorney Tyler Nichols who is determined to win back his college sweetheart when he runs into her in NYC eight years later. He’ll do anything to win her heart… including stripping naked for her at her office. Can she move on from the hurt and give love a brand new chance? Find out in this sexy, fun, and sizzling romance full of heart, charm and heat! Told in dual POV, THE HOT ONE is being called over-the-top hot and utterly addictive. Grab your copy of THE HOT ONE and get ready to laugh, swoon, and fan yourself from the heat!
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A sexy new standalone romance from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely…

Ever notice that sometimes a guy will do something really stupid, like let the love of his life slip through his fingers?
Yeah. I'm that guy. But the instant I run into her again I’ve got one goal and one goal only—a second chance. The plan? Go big or go home.
Fine, at first glance, stripping naked at my ex-girlfriend's place of work might not seem like the brightest way to win her heart again. But trust me on this count—she always liked me best without any clothes on. And sometimes you've got to play to your strengths when you're fighting an uphill battle. As a lawyer, I know how to fight, and I'm prepared to fight hard for her. Because sometimes you need a second chance at first love.
He's the one who got away . . .
The nerve of Tyler Nichols to reappear like that at my job, showing off his rock-hard body that drove me wild far too many nights. That man with his knowing grin and mischievous eyes is nothing but a cocky jerk to saunter back into my life. Except, what if he's not . . .? I've tried like hell to forget him, but maybe I'm cursed to remember the guy I fell madly in love with eight years ago. Lord knows I’m not over him, so what's the harm in giving him a week to prove he's changed in the ways that matter?
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She turns her head.
And waves.
And smiles.
That smile makes me feel like I can do this. Like I can win her heart again. Mine pounds faster as I near her, and it’s not just because I happen to think she’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, but because of who she is.
I arrive at her side, and she straightens. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
There’s that awkwardness again, and I want no part of it today. Like the bungee jumper I am, I lean in and dust a quick kiss on her lips. At first, she freezes. That won’t fucking do at all. My tongue darts out, flicking her top lip. A soft breath escapes her, and she gives in. Her sweet lips linger on mine, sending a charge down my spine. My brain leapfrogs ahead, and I picture scooping her up in my arms, carrying her to a quiet little patch of trees, and kissing her till she begs me to take her home.
I want that badly—I want her to beg for it because she’s at her happiest when she’s overcome—but I suspect it’s too soon for her.
Not to mention, screwing in Central Park usually results in a public citation. Public fornicators are never as clandestine as they think they are.
I nibble lightly on her bottom lip for a few seconds, drawing out a throaty murmur from her. Then I somehow find the will to separate.
She blinks. Several times. She sways the slightest bit, like her feet barely touch the ground. Good. I want her to be affected.
She furrows her brow. “I’m sorry, but do we kiss now when we see each other in the park?”
“Evidently we do.”
“Weird. Because I didn’t get that memo.”
I rock on my heels. “Want me to take it back?”
“The kiss or the memo?”
“The memo,” I say matter-of-factly, like this is all so obvious. “You can’t take a kiss back.”
“You sure on that, Nichols?”
“I can try to take back the kiss. Want me to, sweet girl?” I use the term of endearment I once called her. She doesn’t blanch, and that’s a damn good sign.
She smirks. “Be my guest.”
I kiss her once more, like I’m reversing the lip lock, doing it all in rewind, pulling away ever so slowly, ever so softly, leaving her dazed once more.
Perfect.
If she can drive me this crazy, make me this hard, send the temperature in my blood to beyond incendiary, the least I can do is return the favor.
Judging from her reaction, I’m doing it right.
I gesture from her to me. “Like that. I think that’s how you take back a kiss.”
Chuckling, she nods to the running path. “Ready for me to kick your ass?”
Every competitive bone in my body snaps to attention. “We’ll see about that,” I say, then I smack her pink nylon covered behind.
Her eyes widen, saying oh-no-you-didn’t.
But there’s a twinkle in those baby browns that says the lady might like spanking.
That’s new, and it’s most interesting.
I pencil in a new item on my mental to-do list. Find out how much she likes spanking. I never spanked her in college—just wasn’t part of the repertoire. But judging from her response now, I’m more determined than ever to find out everything she likes in and out of bed.





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Author pic - Lauren BlakelyA #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy-five times, and she's sold more than 1.5 million books. In February she'll release THE HOT ONE, a standalone contemporary romance. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter
 
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PIC Book Tours Presents: The Piper

The Piper

by Charles Todd

on Tour February 1-28, 2017

Book Details:

Genre: Mystery
Published by: Witness Impulse
Publication Date: January 10th 2017
Number of Pages: 100
ISBN: 0062678094 (ISBN13: 9780062678096)
Series: Inspector Ian Rutledge #19.5
Purchase Links: Amazon  | Barnes & Noble  | Goodreads 

 

Synopsis:

The Piper by Charles Todd
Scotland Yard inspector Ian Rutledge returns shell shocked from the trenches of World War I, tormented by the spirit of Hamish MacLeod, the young soldier he executed on the battlefield. Now, Charles Todd features Hamish himself in this compelling, stand-alone short story.
Before the Great War, Hamish is farmer in the Scottish Highlands, living in a small house on the hillside and caring for a flock of sheep he inherited from his grandmother. When one spring evening he hears a faint cry ringing across the glen, Hamish sets out in the dark to find the source. Near the edge of the loch he spots a young boy laying wounded, a piper’s bag beside him. Hamish brings the piper to his home to stay the night and tends to his head wound, but by the time Hamish wakes the boy has fled. He tracks the footsteps in pursuit of the injured lad and finds him again collapsed in the grasses—now dead.
Who was the mysterious piper, and who was seeking his death? As Hamish scours the countryside for answers, he finds that few of his neighbors are as honest as he, and that until he uncovers a motive, everyone, including Hamish, is a suspect.My Thoughts


My Thoughts

The Piper is a story that in its simplicity, manages to do a multitude of things simultaneously.  The first and most important of which being to give the specter of Hamish MacLeod,  which has managed to haunt the beloved Ian Rutledge without fail from book to book.  A life outside of our tormented leading man's mind.
Reader's also get to view Hamish as a smart, resourceful, compassionate, and home-loving man.  A man who, had he not died, would have had the stuff to make a great crime stopper in his own right.

Though short, the story is intense and extremely readable.  One is very much able to clearly delineate the who's and why's of where character loyalties and such will lie. All with a speed and surety that comes as a most welcome surprise.
Speaking of welcome surprises.  The completeness of the story told here is one that definitely merits accolades.  The complexity, plot twists, character development, and overall polish of a story that, when measured against the length of a standard novel, would span only a few chapters.  Is in and of itself a hallmark of great story craft.

Lastly, and most enticing of all, is the fact that reader's are also given the added treat of a sneak preview of the latest Ian Rutledge Mystery, Racing The Devil.  Published on February 14, 2017, by William Morrow.

Reviewer's Note:  The Piper is a related standalone short story within an ongoing series.  As such, it may be read at any time within the series's course.  








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Author Bio:

Charles Todd is the New York Times bestselling author of the Inspector Ian Rutledge mysteries, the Bess Crawford mysteries, and two stand-alone novels. A mother-and-son writing team, they live on the East Coast.


 

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Walk The Romantic Web Carefully In "Tangled In Sin"

Title:  Tangled In Sin
Author:  Lavinia Kent
Review Format:  eARC
Publisher:  LoveSwept
Rating:  4 Stars

An innocent young woman flirts with scandal and becomes the mistress of her own forbidden desires in this stimulating Regency romance from the author of Mastering the Marquess.

Lady Cynthia Westhope can’t believe the shocking rumor is true. Her childhood friend, the daughter of a duke no less, has become the madam of London’s most exclusive and notorious brothel. Though she’s known as “Sin,” Cynthia is scandalized—and surprisingly curious. Just picturing the whips, the chains, the uncontrollable urges men gratify behind closed doors sends a jolt of electricity through her body. Still, Sin can’t imagine taking part in such games—until she’s snatched off the street during a raging storm and swept away to a remote cottage.

When James Winters encounters the comely virgin, he assumes she’s one of Madame Blanche’s fresh new beauties, especially after Sin pulses in ecstasy as he ravishes her. Then he discovers that she’s Lord Westhope’s virgin daughter . . . or was. Now they will both be compromised, unless James devises a plan to save Sin from disgrace. Before long, they’re entangled in a web of tempting propositions, family secrets, and sensual intrigue—and bound together so tightly that James never wants to let go.

Don’t miss any of Lavinia Kent’s Bound and Determined series
MASTERING THE MARQUESS | BOUND BY BLISS | REVEALING RUBY | SARAH’S SURRENDER | RAVISHING RUBY | ANGEL IN SCARLET | A VERY RUBY CHRISTMAS | TANGLED IN SIN

“The hottest historical romance story I’ve ever read.”Heroes and Heartbreakers, on Mastering the Marquess

“Refined, sophisticated and tasteful.”Fresh Fiction, on Revealing Ruby

“Explosive.”Library Journal, on Ravishing Ruby

Tangled in Sin is intended for mature audiences. This ebook includes an excerpt from another Loveswept title.


See How It All Began With This Excerpt From:
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Chapter One
Louisa, Lady Brookingston had loved her husband. In fact, she’d loved him her entire life. She’d loved him when she was four and he’d climbed a tree to rescue her kitten. She’d loved him when she was eight and he’d helped her brush the mud off a summer dress after an unfortunate fall. She’d loved him when she was twelve and he was the first “man,” besides her father, to tell her she was pretty despite the spots that marked her chin. She’d loved him at fourteen when he danced with her in the moonlit garden after her father said she was too young to attend the annual harvest ball. And she truly loved him at fifteen when he gave her a first kiss in that same moonlit garden.
And at sixteen he’d told her he loved her too.
At seventeen he’d asked her father for her hand in marriage.
She’d loved him at eighteen when he told her she had to wait while he went to war. And a year later when he returned missing half a leg—and more.
It hadn’t mattered. He was the only man in the world for her.
At nineteen Louisa married him and promised to love him until death did them part.
And she’d kept her word, until at twenty-four it did.
All of which explained why, at twenty-six, she stood outside the brothel her husband had frequented throughout their marriage—at least it explained it to her. And that was all that mattered.
Louisa glanced down at her glove-clothed hands and wondered if they’d stop shaking. She tightened her hands into fists and then relaxed them, trying to calm the jittering muscles. Her mother had taught her the trick, but it didn’t seem to be working right at the moment.
She stared up at the heavy wood door. The paint was so bright a red that it stood out from quite a distance, marking it for all who sought entrance. When Madame Rouge had agreed to see her, she’d offered to meet Louisa someplace far more discreet. Louisa had refused; if she was going to be brave about this, she needed to start now.
Which didn’t mean she needed to be foolish. Pulling the heavy dark veil forward over her face, she tried to find her courage. It was necessary that she do this.
There was no avoiding it.
And when that was the case, one faced it straight on no matter how hard and painful it threatened to be.
She could do it. She’d done it once before.
Only on that occasion Madame Rouge had refused to help her. She didn’t know what she’d do if that happened again.
She had to succeed. She must.
Once this one small thing was accomplished she could go on with her life, have a future. Until then . . .
Blast John for leaving her in this situation.
Only she couldn’t blame John. None of it had been his fault, and that was why she was here now.
Staring at her gloves, she willed the trembling to stop and, pulling her shoulders back, rapped hard upon the ruby-colored door.
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Madame Rouge was not at all what one would have expected. Louisa was shocked again on this second encounter by how prim and almost proper the Madame appeared. Yes, her hair was an unlikely shade of crimson, her face lightly shaded with cosmetics, and her gown a trifle low, but in every other way she resembled a proper matron ready for afternoon tea—and, in fact, tea was the beverage on offer. Tea along with the most fabulous tray of pastries Louisa had ever seen.
Madame caught Louisa’s glance and laughed. “I am afraid I am much more used to serving men. Women will take a single cucumber sandwich and pretend that their appetites are satisfied. Men have no such problem. Once they have their first pastry they want another and another. The more exotic the better.”
Was Madame still talking about baked goods? Louisa could not be certain. And it didn’t matter. Not one bit. She was here for a practical matter—not because of any appetite. To prove this point, she almost refused the tray as the maid held it out. She didn’t need refreshment. She needed only . . .
And then she hesitated. Why not? Why not indulge herself in such a simple thing? Reaching forward, she chose the most fantastic of the tarts, something covered in a mound of white cream with a single candied cherry on top. She’d always had a weakness for cherries and it looked like this might be filled with them under the froth of cream. Lifting it to her mouth, she prepared to bite—oh dear, it looked exactly like a . . . How could she have not realized? Could she really put that in her mouth? Did Madame realize what the tart . . . ? Oh rubbish, of course she did.
Staring straight at Madame, Louisa tilted the tart so that she could flick the cherry off with her tongue, then bring it into her mouth to slowly savor. Oh my, it was heavenly, better than anything she could remember tasting before. Refusing to think, she bit into the side of the tart and let herself relish the sourness of the cherries combined with the delicate wonder of the heavy sweet cream. Was there lemon in it?
She took another bite, lost in the sensation and taste, and then she gulped, swallowing hard. Hastily she placed the tart on the small porcelain plate at her side. She coughed, trying to clear her throat—and her mind.
“I do wish you hadn’t stopped. I love watching a woman enjoy herself and Cook’s tarts are most exceptional, something to be appreciated.” Madame’s eyes were focused on Louisa’s lips, her eyes dark.
Did she have cream on her mouth? Her tongue darted out and then back. Seeing Madame’s gaze grow even more focused, she brought the tiny linen napkin to her mouth.
Madame laughed again, a deep, low chuckle. “John always did say that you had unexpected depth, and perhaps he was right.”
John had talked about her—here? The thought was horrifying. It had been bad enough to know that her husband came regularly to such a place; it was unbelievably mortifying to think that he might have discussed her. And Madame Rouge called him John? Louisa had always thought she was the only one with that privilege. Everyone called him Brookingston.
“John talked about me?”
“You were the most important thing in his life. It was why it was necessary for me to refuse to help with your last request. Your husband was a good man. He wanted only the best for you.”
“Mortified” did not begin to cover the feeling those words evoked. “Then why . . . ?” She could not finish the sentence. Her eyes fell to her lap to escape Madame’s knowing look.
“Then why did your husband not wish you to help with his needs? Why did I refuse to help you learn what he required?”
“Yes.” Louisa could barely hear her own answer.
Madame released a long sigh and lifted her delicate cup from the table. Louisa heard her sip at the tea but could not look up. Those two questions had tortured her for years, both during her marriage and after. Why could John not have let her be his wife in all ways? What had been wrong with her? Was she so unattractive? So undesirable to a man?
The cup rattled as Madame put it down. “Your husband loved you.”
“I know.” Finally Louisa looked up. “Then why . . .”
“He wanted only the best for you.”
Louisa had no answer for that. How could it have been the best for her that her husband came here instead of seeking out the marital bed—no, that was not quite fair. He had slept with her—but only slept. He’d even held her in his arms on lonely nights. But his hands had never strayed beyond the mildest of caresses.
“Do you know what happened to your husband in the war?” Madame’s voice surrounded her.
“Of course I do. He lost a leg, and most of his comrades. He had nightmares for years, until the day he died.”
Another loud sigh. “Did you ever see his wounds?”
An image filled Louisa’s mind of the long scar that had run down her husband’s chest, then dipped beneath the band of his trousers. And his leg. His poor leg. She’d seen his stump once, raw and swollen, but she’d never forgotten. “Yes. Of course. I was his wife.”
“I must be blunt. Did you ever see your husband without his trousers? Did you ever see him in the entirety?”
“I, uh, he chose to wear a nightshirt.”
“Did you ever see him in the bath or getting dressed?”
“No, John preferred that only his valet be present for such moments.”
“Did you ever wonder why?”
“I thought it was just the way things were. Certainly nobody but my maid has ever seen me . . . seen me without my clothes.” She knew she must be redder than a beet. A conversation such as this had never even entered her mind when she’d arranged this meeting, but perhaps it should have.
“Do you know what happens between men and women—know about marital relations, about mating, about sex?”
Had Madame really just used that word? Louisa must have heard it someplace before. She did know what it meant. But she could not imagine its actually passing a woman’s lips. “Yes.” She sounded hoarse. “I grew up in the country. The livestock are not always discreet. And my mother explained things before my wedding.” And hadn’t that been a conversation she’d hoped to never have again!
“John was not able to perform as most men—or as most livestock do. His wounds damaged more than his leg.”
“Oh, I see.” She bowed her head again, with embarrassment, but more at the pain of finally knowing this harsh truth about her dear husband. Why had John never talked to her, let her comfort him? She could only imagine how great his anguish must have been. She became even more determined to guard his secrets well.
“I see your distress, my lady, so let me gently tell you that your husband was capable of receiving pleasure, but not by any method that a lady would engage in. And he was not capable of fathering children. He could not come.”
“Could not ‘come’?” She might know the meaning of sex, but what did Madame mean by “come”?
Louisa looked up. “I am afraid I do not understand.”
“I hate ignorance.” Madame’s exclamation was loud and angry.
“I am sorry.” Could this get any worse? If she wasn’t careful she was going to cry, and that might be the most embarrassing thing of all—worse than any of this discussion.
“No, I am sorry, child. It is not you I am angry with, but society. But that is not a topic for this moment—or, indeed, ever.” Madame’s voice gentled. “A man comes when he reaches completion. Another word is ‘climax’—or ‘orgasm.’ No. You don’t know those either. Do you know that a man plants his seed within a woman and that is how children are conceived?”
Louisa nodded.
“And you know the parts of the body involved. The penis. The vagina.”
Louisa dropped her gaze again. How could Madame say these words? Louisa knew her mother certainly had not. “I know pe—the first one.”
She had a vague memory of her brother whispering that word to her when he’d been about eight and had learned it from a friend. He’d been soundly thrashed for saying it once too often.
“The vagina is the part of a woman’s body that a man puts his penis into. Perhaps you have heard it called a ‘cunny.’”
Oh dear. That term she had heard, but only from the rudest of laborers—when they did not know she could hear. All she could do was nod again.
“When a man’s seed leaves his penis he feels great pleasure. This is his climax. It is called ‘coming.’”
Louisa’s mouth made an Oh, but no sound left her lips.
“Your husband, John, was no longer capable of this, and therefore could not ever father children. I think it is important that you know that. He would never have deprived you of being a mother if it had been within his power.”
Another silent Oh. Her hand drifted down to rest upon her belly, to the child that had never been.
Her mind filled with questions, but she was incapable of uttering a single one.
Madame seemed to understand without the words. “You wish to know why he came here if he could not . . . did not release his seed.”
Another nod.
“He was still capable of feeling some pleasure, felt a man’s need for these feelings. My girls helped him with this.”
“But why . . . ?” Words burst from Louisa’s lips, but then became lost. “I would have . . . ,” she tried again, but without success.
“I know. I understood when you came to me before, but you must understand that this is not what your husband wished. Some men feel that wives are pure and should not be troubled with a man’s needs other than for the procreation of children.”
“But . . .”
“You are correct. Your husband was not such a man, but his feelings were not far from it. He was ashamed. Ashamed of both his body and what he needed done. He wished to keep you as the best, most perfect thing in his life. He felt his needs would sully you. He would never have wished that.”
“But I . . .” Louisa raised her eyes to stare straight at Madame. What did any of that matter? She had loved John enough to manage anything. “I did not care, do not care. I would have done whatever was needed to help him. Surely he knew that.”
“He did know.”
“Then what did he need done that I could not . . . that I could not do?”
Madame blinked. “I do not think that matters. He wished to keep it private during his life, and I don’t think he would wish me to betray him now. Do you?”
Louisa wished she could lie. “No. I do not.”
“But you are curious. So I will tell you it involved mouths and hands, and some degree of pain.”
“Pain?” How could John have wanted more pain? He’d often suffered it—fine lines of exertion had creased his noble face many mornings when he first tried to walk.
She wasn’t sure she could ever have hurt him. Perhaps that was why he had come here, because he’d known she would be incapable of causing him any physical pain?
“There are men who like pain—both to receive it and to cause it,” Madame replied. “John did not quite fit this category. Instead I think some of his nerves were damaged so greatly that it took intense feeling for him to react at all. Pain was the easiest way.”
Men who liked pain? Who could possibly like pain? Louisa wasn’t sure which was worse, the thought of receiving it or causing it. She didn’t even like to squash a bug. “He was that injured?”
“Yes.” Madame rose from her seat. “Now, perhaps if I have answered your questions as best I can and you have finished your tea”—Madame stared at Louisa’s empty cup—“then perhaps it is time for you to leave. Evening is approaching, and I do not think you wish to meet any of my guests.”
“But I didn’t come here just to ask questions.” Louisa jumped to her feet.
“You didn’t?” For the first time, surprise showed on Madame’s face.
“No. I came to ask you for help with a problem.”
“What kind of problem can you have? I understood John left you quite well off, despite the title’s going to his cousin.” Madame’s gaze took in every detail of Louisa’s gown and cloak, as if she was pricing each item in her mind.
This was the moment. “I wish to remarry,” Louisa said.
“And how do you need my help with this? I may be a matchmaker, but never for marriage, although I’ve often thought I’d have a knack for it.”
Louisa closed her eyes—and then opened them again. “I am a virgin widow—a laughable thing.”
The corners of Madame’s mouth twitched. “I must admit I had never believed they existed.”
Her cheeks growing ever hotter, Louisa continued. “As I have said, I wish to marry again. However, I cannot bear for anybody to think less of John. I do not yet have a specific man in mind. I want this taken care of before I meet someone and have any thoughts of feeling unfaithful.”
Madame’s face grew serious. “So what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to help me lose my virginity.”

 

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 My Thoughts
 Both Lavinia Kent and the colorful cast of lusty and licentious characters who have enraptured the hearts and inflamed the passions of Bound and Determined series fans, have undergone quite a few changes over the collection's progression.  Tangled in Sin, the newest tale in the saga, offers readers yet another transition...and yet another introduction.

Madame Blanche, the newest and most scandalized owner of the brothel once known as Madame Rouge's, has more reasons than anyone to keep both her identity and her past a secret.  Unfortunately for her.  She also has a brother hell bent on making sure that the life of a madame, and the scandal that results, are not her future.

Lady Cynthia Westhope has always prided herself on exemplifying the model of English decorum.  But she had no idea that one fated visit to an infamous brothel, and the secrets that visit would uncover, would usher her into her own world of passion, scandal, and unquenchable desire.

This story may start in a brothel, but it most certainly does not end there.  When Cynthia Westhope finds herself not only kidnapped, but stranded with the man that she has always desired.  Readers find themselves with the ultimate story of mistake turned milestone.  As both Cynthia, and leading man James Winters are left alone during a storm.  With nothing between them but their burgeoning desire.

Tangled In Sin is the perfect example of what can happen when the niceties and social constraints celebrated in Historical Romance, meet the carnal abandon of Erotica.  That is of course, if one can stomach the insufferability and entitlement of James long enough to get to the sensual wonderland that follows.
 

About Lavinia
Lavinia Kent
I live in Washington, DC with my husband, kids, two cats and a changing menagerie of other small beasts.

I worked in both the arts and in the business world before giving into my love of story telling after the birth of my oldest -- although it wasn't until after the birth of my youngest when I suddenly had full-time childcare that it all came together for me.

I love discussing books -- almost any books at any time.

One of my great joys is having my children get old enough that we can all read the same things and talk. I am so happy that YA is the flourishing world that it is.

And of course I love Romance. I started back with Kathleen Woodiwiss and Johanna Lindsay and have never given them up since -- although there were a few slow spots along the wa
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It’s the dirtiest fairy tale of all…. Charm. Beast. Wolf. Everyone in the Kingdom–an exclusive, decadent BDSM club–knows the three friends and business partners. But no one has ever gotten close enough to touch them. Sex is easy, even when it hurts. It’s all any of them wanted. Love is off the table. Love is the thing none of them ever saw coming. In the Kingdom, control is everything. Who wields it and who surrenders. But some things even they can’t control. Welcome to the Kingdom, where every happily ever after hurts in the most wicked of ways.

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James “Beast” Lutz isn’t like his friends. He doesn’t crave control the way Charm and Mal do, and he doesn’t play the games Wolf thrives on. He lives on his knees, all of his strength bent to the will of his Domme. He’s never regretted that, until now. Now, when he’s trapped in an arrangement serving a Domme who can’t keep a sub. Now, when he’s not sure how to trust a woman wrapped in mystery and less sure he wants to. But the more he gets to know the Domme everyone knows as Beauty, the more Beast realizes everything he thought he knew was wrong.

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WICKED CHARMING (Wicked Ever After, #1)

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Blurb: He’s at the top of the world. He’s rich, sought after, and in control. And he’s bored. A string of one-night stands have left Samul Charming increasingly dissatisfied. When his mother pushes him to settle down, his best friends come up with a brilliant plan: Audition the submissives at The Kingdom. The problem is, Charm knows who he wants: the only girl to challenge him, while submitting as naturally as breathing. But he can’t have her. With the entire club watching and his parents expecting him to marry soon, Charm decides to settle. But love in the Kingdom is never simple and it is never painless. And Charm is about to be reminded of that.    

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Blurb: Charles Wolf Blackwood likes the game. He likes chasing a new girl every week, loves seducing them and earning their trust. He doesn’t like to keep them. Until he meets Scarlet. The chase has never been quite as intoxicating as it is with her, the feisty sub with an innocent streak a mile wide. And for the first time, he wants to keep her, but Scarlet already has a Dom, and Hunter has no intentions of giving her up. Both Wolf and Hunter are in for a surprise when they realize Scarlet doesn’t want one of them. She’s playing to keep them both.  
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nazareaandrewsNazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.

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Your Erotic Fantasies Just May Come True In "Wicked Charming"

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Series:  (Wicked Ever After #1) 
Author:  Nazarea Andrews
Format:  eARC
Length:  156 pages
Rating:  3.5 Stars

He’s at the top of the world.
He’s rich, sought after, and in control.
And he’s bored.
A string of one-night stands have left Samul Charming increasingly dissatisfied. When his mother pushes him to settle down, his best friends come up with a brilliant plan:
Audition the submissive at The Kingdom.
The problem is, Charm knows who he wants: the only girl to challenge him, while submitting as naturally as breathing.
But he can’t have her.
With the entire club watching and his parents expecting him to settle down, Charm decides to settle.
But love in the Kingdom is never simple and it is never painless.
And Charm is about to be reminded of that.





EXCERPT:
Celeste is waiting when I pull up. The house is a sprawling mansion in Druid Hills. So this is where Cora calls home. It’s bright and pretty, and a little bit too manicured.
I sigh and shove out of the car.
“You,” Celeste says, stepping out of the house before I reach the door, “look like someone pissed in your cornflakes.”
I grin at her and shrug. “Nothing a pretty girl can’t improve.” She gives me a flat stare that doesn’t match the amusement in her eyes, and I take the second to look her over.
I’ve seen Celeste in uniform, sexy as hell, and I’ve seen her naked in my bed, so goddamn gorgeous it’s almost insane. I’ve never seen her like this.
She’s wearing a pink dress that drapes over one shoulder, leaving the other bare and enticing. The hem of the garment flirts just above her knees, the pleats full, kicking each time she takes a step. Her hair is tamed and flat, pulled up into a sleek ponytail, her eyes dark and grinning at me.
She’s wearing heels. Of course she is. They’re dainty white things that give her four inches of height and she’s still shorter than me, grinning up at me from under her lashes and biting at her lower lip.
She’s gorgeous and I want, pretty damn desperately, to tug her into my car and slide that pretty skirt up and find out what she’s got on under it.
Her smirk fades, and something hungry and knowing fills her gaze as she stares at me. “You’re gonna get me into so much trouble,” she whispers, and I nod once.
Ditto, pet.
I kiss her instead of answering, and she makes a pleased little noise in the back of her throat, her hand coming up to rest on my shoulder.
She doesn’t usually touch me. I don’t usually let her, but then, we aren’t in a scene, tonight, and I’m enjoying this—her lips, the tiny sigh she gives as I lick into her mouth, the way she whines when I nip at her plump lower lip.
She presses forward, and I pull away from her lips just enough to groan. “We’re gonna be late,” I murmur and she nods, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to my throat, and then steps away.
“Then we should go,” she says.
I kiss her again, quick and full of promise, and then step away, a hand at her back to usher her to the waiting car. I don’t ask why she met me outside and she doesn’t volunteer any information. Instead, she checks her lipstick in the mirror, mumbling about smudges before focusing on me.
“Tell me about this thing,” she orders, leaning back against the seat.
“You know Charming Pharmaceuticals?”
She nods.
“My father owns it. My sisters are the CFO and president of operations, respectively, but I’ll inherit it when Dad retires.”
She looks at me, and I can see the questions in her eyes. “And that’s coming soon, isn’t it?”
I glance at her and nod. “Yeah. Mama wants him to retire. The company is doing well, and truthfully, he would have retired years ago, if he had his way.”
“Why didn’t he?”
“Because the heir apparent didn’t want to be the heir apparent.” I give a quick, guilty grin and shrug. “I dunno, running a corporation has never been my life’s goal. I guess I’ve always enjoyed doing my own thing.”
“So why are you going? If you don’t want this.”
“Because I’m Samul Charming, Celeste. I don’t have a choice.”
She frowns, and I reach over, squeezing her knee softly. “So you’re going to meet the Board.”
Celeste reaches down and wraps my fingers with her own, and listens to me as I drive and tell her about the people we’re going to see.

My Thoughts
Samul Charming may be the reigning prince of The Kingdom.  The premier sex club and dungeon owned by he and his brothers.  But his father's impending retirement from his post as president of Charming Pharmaceuticals; threatens to unseat "Charm" from his throne as "the prince of pleasure and punishment".  In favor of an empire of another sort.

But our hero stands as proof that the fact that one's name may be Charming, offers no guarantee that one's life is actually "charmed".
For you see...
Charm is a Dom without a sub.
A prince without a princess.
A man without love.

Until her.

Celeste Queen may only be a bartender in Charm's Kingdom.  Her her lithe body, flashing eyes, and indomitable spirit make her irresistible to the man that no one can seem to resist.
But can the woman that takes center stage in Charms darkest fantasies be all that he needs in the light of day?
Can she reign as princess when her prince takes charge of a boardroom, instead of a bedroom?
Will they ever get the chance to find out?

Nazarea Andrews brings together all of the fantasy of Cinderella to the realm of Erotic Fiction with this, her first offering of the Wicked Ever After series. Readers are given a front row seat in both Charming's dungeon and his dilemma.  A fact which works to engage her audience early, and pique interest in his story.

Making Charming's story all the more appealing is the supporting cast with includes his brothers Mal, Wolf, and Beast.  Each with his own role within The Kingdom, and each with his own set of salacious
proclivities.
A fact which, at times, does more to work against interest in Charming's story.  Most often in the case of "switch" brother Beast.
Though the story and scenes are well written, and the eroticism is very well expressed.  Miss Andrews' attempt to stay true to elements of the fairytale within her own story, such as the ball and Charming's search for Celeste afterward read as forced and out of place.  Given the fact that his knowledge of her person and her whereabouts is established well before hand.

In short.  This book's main issue is the fact that Charming's problems aren't really problems.  At least they wouldn't be if he was truly the Dom in life that he plays at  being at his club.
Instead, he leaves all of his "problems" to be solved by his family, his employees, and even his leading lady?
Way to go there Charm!

This is the first book in a series.
So, there is a lot of room for growth development and sexy fun as the collection progresses.
In addition, at just 156 pages, this quick read is just the quick and light read that today's busy bibliophiles crave.

About Nazarea
Nazarea Andrews Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.

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PIC Book Tours Presents: The Wages Of Sin Book Blast And Giveaway

The Wages of Sin

Bo Brennan

February 14, 2017 Book Blast

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The Wages of Sin by Bo Brennan

What's done in the dark will be brought to the light.

For overworked firefighter Gray Davies, an emergency call-out to the scene of a horrific hit-and-run is all in a day's work . . . until the terrified Asian victim disappears, leaving her blood on his hands and unanswered questions on his lips.
For his sister, Detective India Kane, it's an added complication in a far more sinister crime - a series of brutal murders the missing hit-and-run victim could hold the key to solving. With a mutilated corpse on her patch, and the dead woman's identity shrouded in secrecy, India's set on a collision course with a deadly, unknown enemy.
Her lover, Detective Chief Inspector AJ Colt, is well acquainted with the enemy - courtesy of a divisive high-profile case, he's currently public enemy #1. As cultures clash, simmering tensions explode, bringing terror and bloodshed to the streets, and placing Colt firmly in the sights of some of the country's most dangerous and deranged individuals.
When one of them brings their work home, nothing will ever be the same again - for the wages of sin . . . is death.

Book Details:

Genre: Crime Thriller, Police Procedural
Published by: Bo Brennan
Publication Date: January 14th 2017
Number of Pages: 422
ASIN: B01N63XJ8V
Series: A Detective India Kane & AJ Colt Crime Thriller
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Monday, 5th March
Winchester
Her vision blurred as her gloved hands fumbled with the combination lock securing her bike. She swiped at her eyes, kidding herself it was the brightness of the morning making them run.
It wasn’t, it was self-pity.
She didn’t want to go back there, not today. The constant drunken comings and goings were becoming increasingly unnerving as more workers arrived. Naz had sympathised, but she couldn’t help. Couldn’t make it better, easier, or safer. With property prices high and funds low, she knew she should be grateful for a job and a home, but today she was struggling. Today she wanted more.
She wanted a life.
She wasn’t sure she could stand this one. Her breath caught in her throat as the emptiness and isolation she faced overwhelmed her.
The first one is the worst one,” Naz had said, hugging her as she tied the knitted scarf around her neck. “Be brave.”
She wanted to be brave, as brave as Naz, but she felt weak and lonely and lost. Discreetly dabbing her eyes with her new scarf, she took a furtive glance back at the building. Naz stood at the window, watching her. With a half-hearted smile, she dropped her backpack at her feet to fasten her bicycle helmet. Naz smiled back and pressed a hand to the glass. In the time it took to pick up her backpack and hook it over her shoulders, Naz had gone.
With a heavy, resigned sigh, she pushed her bike down the long shingle drive to the entrance gates. Once outside she propped the bike against the kerb and cautiously glanced up and down the quiet tree-lined avenue – almost jumped out of her skin when a car door slammed somewhere up ahead. Seeing a blue light poking up from the row of parked cars, she pressed herself into the shadow of a tall oak tree, heart stuttering in her chest.
Her eyes followed the police officer as he strolled across the road and let himself into a house.
he didn’t know a police officer lived there. She didn’t know she’d been holding her breath either, until it juddered from her body when the door shut behind him.
Hands trembling, she drew a deep, steadying breath, mounted her bike and set out for the short journey home.
Home. Memories stabbed at her heart and stung at her eyes.
She shook them away as she cycled onto the main road and into the safety of the crowded morning traffic, feeling her shoulders finally relax. Relaxation was dangerous. Naz said it would get her killed. The words echoed in her head, causing her body to tighten once more. Gritting her teeth, she pedalled harder. Kept her head down as she passed the last of the picturesque shop fronts adorned with nice things she’d never own, and concealing aisles she’d never browse. She hated this life. Wished so much that she could go back, back to before she knew. But now that she did know, back wasn’t an option. Her only option was forward. Her only option was to run.
At first, the angry chorus of blaring horns seemed normal background noise, the same as every Monday morning approaching the Winchester bottleneck. It was the sound of a high revving engine that had her glancing over her shoulder to glimpse a white van pushing aggressively through the traffic. Her mouth went dry.
A white van. There were probably millions of them, billions even.
It was probably nothing, just the bog standard enemy of regular road users trying to get ahead, but she never knew when or where they would come for her. And she knew what they’d done. Knew what they were capable of.
As a precaution, she bumped her bike out of the bus lane and onto the pavement, meandering slowly and carefully, wary of the pedestrians heading her way. Behind her she heard the prolonged guttural torque of an engine racing at breaking point. A split second later, a single heartbeat, her world span upside down in a silent slow motion strobe of black and white as she rotated endlessly past trees filtering sunlight.
This is it, she thought, spinning through the air. This is The End.
It wasn’t how she’d imagined it to be. And she’d imagined it a million times. Thought it would be painful. They’d promised it would be painful. They’d given her every graphic gory detail of how her end would be.
But it was nothing like they’d promised.
A serene sense of calm engulfed her as she closed her eyes and accepted her fate, her everlasting freedom.
Excerpt from The Wages of Sin by Bo Brennan. Copyright © 2017 by Bo Brennan. Reproduced with permission from Bo Brennan. All rights reserved.

Author Bio:

Bo Brennan is a 'Crime Thriller' writer who has lived and worked in various locations. None were exotic.
Bo's favourite past times are reading, writing, and eating. Unfortunately, the three combined do nothing for the waistline so moving about occasionally is a must.
Bo's debut novel, STEALING POWER, is the first in a series of chilling crime thrillers featuring British Detectives India Kane and AJ Colt.
BABY SNATCHERS is the second.
THE WAGES OF SIN is the third.
Bo’s books can be read in sequence or independently . . . but are probably best read with the lights on.

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From the New York Times bestselling author of the Marked Men books comes the next installment in the Saints of Denver series.

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Everyone else in Dixie Carmichael’s life has made falling in love look easy, and now she is ready for her own chance at some of that happily ever after. Which means she’s done pining for the moody, silent former soldier who works with her at the bar that’s become her home away from home. Nope. No more chasing the hot as heck thundercloud of a man and no more waiting for Mr. Right to find her; she’s going hunting for him...even if she knows her heart is stuck on its stupid infatuation with Dash Churchill.

Denver has always been just a pit stop for Church on his way back to rural Mississippi. It was supposed to be simple, uneventful, but nothing could have prepared him for the bubbly, bouncy redhead with doe eyes and endless curves. Now he knows it’s time to get out of Denver, fast. For a man used to living in the shadows, the idea of spending his days in the sun is nothing short of terrifying. When Dixie and Church find themselves caught up in a homecoming overshadowed with lies and danger, Dixie realizes that while falling in love is easy, loving takes a whole lot more work…especially when Mr. Right thinks he’s all wrong for you.  

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Church

She kissed me.

Her lips touched mine and she destroyed me. This tiny ray of light that seemed determined to chase the darkness inside of me away unraveled me with nothing more than the brush of her very soft lips against mine.

I should’ve pulled away, either that or gone all in. The attraction between us was only going to end one way, with me inside of her as we scorched through one another, so a real kiss with tongues and teeth and grabbing hands was inevitable, especially if she was holding the door wide open in invitation. I was already struggling with the friend thing and this wasn’t helping at all. I stood there, holding her, feeling her as she rubbed her mouth over mine, the barest hint of pressure as she took a taste, as she feathered her lips against mine like she was trying to memorize the shape, the feel, the flavor of them. It was the singularly softest touch I’d ever experienced and yet it had the power to make my knees weak and my blood pop with a desire so sharp it felt like it could pierce right through my skin.

Her hand cradled my jaw, her fingers shaking with some of the same things I was feeling. This thing that lived between us was hungry and tired of being ignored. It buzzed around us, electric and hot, refusing to be cooled by the chill in the night air that surrounded us. If we weren’t careful the passion that was hungry and needy between us would consume us, devour us, and leave us nothing more than hollow husks filled with fading satisfaction and jagged disenchantment because no matter how good we were together it couldn’t and wouldn’t last. I didn’t want any part of me to be responsible for burning her out. I liked that her light chased my shadows away and that meant I wasn’t going to have any kind of hand in dimming her internal glow.

Her breasts pressed into the center of my chest as she leaned more fully into me and I could feel the pointed peaks of her nipples stab into my skin. The sensation made my dick twitch behind my zipper and had all the available blood that was still above my belt rushing south. I’d always liked the way Dixie was built. She was on the shorter side, but every single part of her small frame was curved and lush. She looked like a woman that you could grab ahold of without having to watch yourself. She was delicate but in no way did she come across as fragile or breakable. She looked like she could take everything I had to give her, all the pent-up longing, all the nights of frustration I spent hard and alone, all the denied hunger that made me want to eat her up and then go back for seconds and thirds because I knew there was no way I was going to have my fill of her honeyed lips and velvety skin in one go.

There was so much of her to experience, and I wanted to know what all of it felt like, tasted like, sounded like. I wanted to watch her come from every possible position I could get her in, and then I wanted to find some new ones, ones no man had ever had her in before, and watch her come in those, too. Because I knew once I got her she would let me have her in ways she hadn’t let anyone else. Her eyes, so pretty and dark, made me all kids of promises, and I wanted to take her up on every single one of them. But there wasn’t anything I could promise in return, and that always kept me from crossing the invisible line.

She ran the tip of her nose along the edge of my jaw and that little nuzzle made my entire body shudder. She had the ability to bring down all the walls I’d so carefully built up around us in order to keep both of us safe. She didn’t have any clue the kind of damage I could do if I ignored all the warning bells ringing loudly in the back of my mind. I knew the ways in which I could wreck the women in my life that I cared about and there was no way on God’s green and often unforgiving Earth that I would subject her to that. I barely survived the loss of the last woman I loved. I knew if I let Dixie sneak her way inside my heart and something happened to her there would be nothing left of me. There wouldn’t be anyplace left for me to run.



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Look No Further Than "My Brown-Eyed Earl" For Heart-Stopping Romance Filled With Clever Quirk

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William Ryder, Earl of Castleton, is at the end of his noble rope. Not only has he broken ties with his longtime mistress, his mother has publicly announced her wish for him to marry a suitable young lady―if only to help him raise the twins left in his care. Hiring a governess should solve some of Will’s problems…but when he meets the candidate in question, he finds himself in an entirely new predicament.

TO DO A WALLFLOWER’S JOB

Miss Margaret Lacey is brainy, beautiful, and, once upon a time, Will’s betrothed. But she bowed out of the engagement―and, since then, has never been the same. A tragic accident robbed her of everything, and now, at age twenty-three, her marital prospects are slim to none. Penniless but not without pride, Meg convinces the vexingly handsome Will to hire her for the job. What neither of them could have expected from this arrangement, however, is an attraction that burns stronger than ever. Are these two lost souls finally ready to be schooled in the art of love?



Chapter ONE
London, May 1817
Miss Margaret Lacey—Meg, to her family and friends—had the odd but unshakable feeling that the next half hour could alter the course of her life. Forever.
Which was just as well, because heaven knew that she and her sisters couldn’t remain on their current paths—not if they wished to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies.
“Trust me, Meg. You’re perfect for this position.” Her friend Charlotte linked an arm through Meg’s and bustled her down the street toward a row of elegant Mayfair townhouses.
“Perfect is a bit of a stretch.” Meg had hoped to find work as a companion to an aging dowager, fetching fans and lemonade. Elderly people, she understood. Persons under the age of twelve were another matter entirely. “Shouldn’t a governess have a way with children?”
“You’ve two younger sisters,” Charlotte said.
“They’re only a few years younger, and the only useful thing I’ve taught them is how to ignore insults from puffed-up debutantes.”
“Nonsense. You’re kind, intelligent, and patient. I’ve no doubt you can manage a pair of six-year old girls.” Charlotte stopped and faced Meg. “Show me your best governess expression.”
Meg glanced sideways at her friend and gave her an encouraging sort of smile.
“That will never do.”
“Why not?”
Charlotte sighed. “The look is your primary weapon.”
“Weapon? You said they were six.”
“Suppose the twins complain about doing their sums. A good governess does not deign to argue with her charges. She simply gives them the look. Now, let’s see it.”
“Very well.” Meg did her best to imitate the withering, mildly disdainful expression that had seemed etched onto her own governess’s face.
Charlotte grimaced and bit her bottom lip.
Oh dear. “They’re not going to do their sums, are they?”
“Heavens no. They’ll think you’ve eaten a bad kipper.” Charlotte took her arm, pulling her along once more. “Never mind—we shall work on that. But I can assure you that you are qualified. Honestly, Meg,” she added with a warm smile, “any child would be lucky to have you as a governess.”
Meg swallowed. She liked children, truly she did, in spite of their tendency to be terrifyingly unpredictable. “Let us hope I can convince my potential employers.”
And convince them she must. Dear Uncle Alistair would never admit it, but Meg and her sisters had been a tremendous burden on him and his dwindling fortune. He’d generously taken them in after the unexpected and tragic deaths of her parents eight years ago. But now she was twenty-three, old enough to venture out on her own—and to try to save Uncle Alistair from debtor’s prison

My Thoughts
There has never been a man placed between so many rocks and so many hard places in such a short time-span
1.  His mother is demanding that he marry before HER birthday.
2.  His cousin dies, leaving him guardianship of 6-year old twin girls.
3.  He has given his longtime mistress the boot.  In favor of another woman.
4.  He has fallen hard and fast for the beautiful and spirited governess that HE hired to instruct the twins.
5. Said governess is also the childhood crush who spurned a betrothal orchestrated by their parents.
6.  She, Miss Margaret Lacey, is also...the only woman that he, William Ryder could ever love.

Authoress, Anna Bennett, brings a fresh fire, brash banter, and even a bit of wit and whimsy to Regency Romance.  In this, the first offering in her Wayward Wallflower series.
Leading lady, Margaret Lacey makes quite the splash.  As a downtrodden debutante, and the eldest of the "Wilting Wallflowers".  Miss Lacey is a woman determined to do whatever she can to reverse the fortunes of herself, her sisters, and her eccentric yet lovable uncle Alistaire, The Viscount Wiltmore.
Even if "whatever" means putting herself in the employ of the one man that she once vowed she would...
     "Sooner shave her head and enter the convent than marry."  

But you know what they say about beggars being choosers, and with the threat of debtor's prison becoming more of a possibility for her uncle with each day that passes.  Margaret Lacey understands that while she may object to marrying The Earl of Castleton, her family's coin poor coffers will be quite welcoming of his money.

William Ryder may be all grown up, able to summon the best and brightest beauties of the ton to his bed with nothing more than a look.  But he never forgot her.  The young, coltish, and free spirited young girl, whom he longed to see every time his father's temperamental tirade would drive him out of the house.
Now...after all this time.  She's here and she needs him.  More to the point however, he and the twins need her.  In their lives.  In their hearts. In their world.

My Brown-Eyed Earl is a story brimming with dilemma, heart, and a ferocity of spirit that makes the story and its characters come more alive for readers with every turn of the page.  Though both the tale's leading man and lady circulate within social spheres of immense wealth and privilege; they are possessed of a grit, and drive to live life on their own terms, that readers cant help championing. 

Further sweetening the ever simmering plot pot.  Their tragedy laden past ties, and the equally emotional bonds of their shared concerns for the futures of Will's young twin charges serves to provide a solid emotional playing-field for the two.  A playing-field which quickly morphs into a minefield, when weapons of the heart come to bear.

It is those weapons of the heart and the heat of the passionate fight, which serves to make this nearly perfect tale of love complete.  With both of adult hearts open to the precocious, but unadulterated adoration that Valerie and Diana provide.  It is only fitting that the shared desire that they share for each other be brought to the fore...to shine in its own right.

In short.  If you love your ladies smart and full of snark.  Your men soulful and strong.
And...
your happily
SPECIAL.
Look no further than
My Brown-Eyed Earl     

About Anna
Anna  Bennett
Anna Bennett started swiping romances from her mom’s bookshelf as a teenager and decided historicals (with their balls, dukes, and gowns) were the best. So, when she had the chance to spend a semester in London she packed her bags—and promptly fell in love with the city, its history, and its pubs. She dreamed of writing romance, but somehow ended up a software analyst instead.

Fortunately, a few years and a few careers later, Anna found her way back to writing the stories she loves and won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® for Regency Historical Romance. She lives in Maryland with her husband and three children, who try valiantly not to roll their eyes whenever she quotes Jane Austen. Her weaknesses include reality TV, cute shoes, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

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