Pure Textuality PR Presents: Lady Is Daring + Giveaway

About the Book

Lady is Daring
by Megan Frampton
The Duke’s Daughters
Historical Romance
Avon Books
Publication Date
September 25, 2018
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The duke’s five daughters have beauty, breeding, and impeccable reputations. Or at least, they did. Now that two have chosen to follow their hearts, can the others be far behind?
It was easy for society to overlook Lady Ida Howlett; they found her bookish, opinionated, and off the marriage mart. But little did they know that behind a calm exterior beats the heart of an adventuress, one who, determined to discover her runaway sister’s whereabouts, steals a carriage and sets off on a daring mission. Then she discovers she’s not alone! Bennett, Lord Carson, is inside, and he refuses to leave.
Lord Carson’s plans had always been to find a soft, gentle wife who would run his home and raise his children. Still, he makes a bargain with Ida—he won’t desert her during her mad adventure. He’ll make sure she’s safe, and then find a suitable lady to fall in love with. But when rules (and garments) become discarded during this long, intimate journey, it’s soon clear that this surprisingly daring lady is the woman he’s needed all along.

Read An Excerpt 

From Chapter Seven

“This room is for the young lady,” Mrs. Hastings said, opening the second door on the right-hand side.

Ida looked inside, almost unable to process what she was viewing as the tumult of emotions swirled inside her brain. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of whatever it was she was feeling.

He’d held her hand. And she had held his.

Her skin tingled where they’d touched.

And he’d joked with her. In Latin. No wonder she was all tingly.

The room was small, but tidy, the bed in the center made up with a floral counterpane. There was a table beside the bed, a screen in the corner, and a chair in front of one of the two windows.

“It’s not much, but it’s quiet,” the innkeeper said. “I’ll send someone up to help you with your gown, since your own servant hasn’t arrived yet. Do you expect them tonight, my lord?” she said, twisting to look at Bennett.

“Likely not. I told them to find lodgings elsewhere if they could not get here by this evening.”

“Ah, then you’ll be needing my Mary’s help. She’s Eustace’s younger sister, and she’s been helping out in the inn.”

“That would be excellent. Thank you for thinking of it,” Ida replied. She drew a coin from her purse and began to hold it to the innkeeper, who waved it aside.

“You’ll pay me tomorrow morning for the food and rooms. You can save that for Mary, if she serves well enough. And you’ll let me know if she doesn’t.”

The innkeeper stepped back out into the hallway. “I’ll show you your room, my lord, and then wish you and your sister good-night. It’s just two doors away,” she continued, gesturing to a door on the opposite side. “If you need anything in the night.”

He would be leaving her. Alone.

“Good night, Ida,” Bennett said. He stepped forward and gazed down at her face, an intense expression on his face.

Dear lord.

“Good night,” she replied abruptly, shutting the door as she spoke.

My Thoughts

The ladies most definitely take the cake and eat it too.  In Megan Frampton 's latest Historical Romance offering.  Most aptly titled The Lady Is Daring.

Staring one staunchly forthright and twice as erudite Lady Ida Howlett.  A young woman seemingly doomed for the shelf.  Simply for being "too smart for her own good".
For it can't be said that her failure to make the trip to the alter can be chalked up to anything else.
Certainly not a lack of trying on the part of her parents.
So desperate now to see their daughter wed, that they are on the verge of marrying her off to any eligible man with a title and a pulse.

But a chance to bring home her wayward sister, Della, gives Ida just the impetus she needs to set of on the adventure of a lifetime.
With just one little hitch.
A stow away by the name of Lord Bennett Carson.
So much for "best laid plans".
Or is it?

This book is truly a case of " I had no idea what I was looking for until I found you. "
Both in the case of Ida and Bennett.
There is the usual delightful banter and the well timed discovery of mutual interests and attraction.
Exasperated by their growing need to inhabit the same space as the lodging choices they encounter on their trip become dodgier with each subsequent stop.

But the thing that makes this read stand out by the biggest lead.  The author's very fem-dom friendly approach to the sex in this book.
Ida may not know much in the ways of "what goes on between the sexes".  But it becomes quite clear quite quickly. That she knows that she wants full control of both her pleasure and her man.
A fact that Bennett is all too willing to live with.

This is a very sweet and sexy romance. Full of adventure, family and love.

About Megan Frampton

MEGAN FRAMPTON writes historical romance under her own name and romantic women’s fiction under the name Megan Caldwell. She likes the color black, gin, dark-haired British men, and huge earrings, not in that order. She lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and son. 
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Tour Wide Giveaway

To celebrate the release of LADY IS DARING, we’re giving away one paperback set of LADY BE BAD and LADY BE RECKLESS by Megan Frampton!
GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open to US shipping addresses only. Three winners will each receive a paperback set of Lady Be Bad & Lady Be Reckless by Megan Frampton. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Avon Romance.  Giveaway ends 10/8/2018 @ 11:59pm EST. Avon Romance will send the winning copies out to the winner directly. Limit one entry per reader and mailing address. Duplicates will be deleted. CLICK HERE TO ENTER!

Start Your Cozy Reading Season Off With A Bang With "Glitter Bomb"

Glitter Bomb (A Scrapbooking Mystery #15)Title:  Glitter Bomb
Series:  (A New Orleans Scrapbooking Mystery #15)
Author(s) Laura Childs, Terrie Farley Moran 
Format:  Kindle ARC
Expected Date of Publication:  October 2, 2018
Length:  320 pages
Publisher:  Berkly
Rating:  4 Stars

An exploding Mardi Gras float has got to be the strangest murder weapon scrappy sleuth Carmela Bertrand has ever encountered in this latest Scrapbooking Mystery from the New York Times bestselling author. 

It's Mardi Gras in New Orleans and scrapbook shop owner Carmela Bertrand is excited to be attending the Pluvius Parade along with her best friend Ava. Carmela's ex-husband Shamus rides by the duo on his float at the head of the parade, when suddenly the revelry turns to disaster. Shamus' float crashes and explodes, and although Shamus escapes unhurt, a member of his krewe is killed.

Carmela and Ava plunge into an investigation of the krewe-member's death, but as they dig deeper it starts to look less like an accident and more like a murder....and Shamus seems less like a victim, and more like a suspect.


“Lookit!” Ava cried. “There’s your butthead of an ex-husband riding up there on the King Neptune float.”
Carmela Bertrand stood on tiptoes and turned ice chip-blue eyes toward the enormous, glittering Mardi Gras float that was steamrolling toward them, lit up like a Christmas tree against the dark faades of historic French Quarter buildings. And sure enough, there he was, grinning from ear to ear as he and two dozen krewe members tossed strands of golden beads into the hands of a screaming, frenzied crowd.
“Shamus,” Carmela said, his name dripping from her lips like honeyed poison. Any follow-up comment was completely drowned out as fifty brass horns blared a collective note and lithe dancers twirling flaming candelabras high-stepped their way down Royal Street. It was Tuesday night, a full week before Fat Tuesday, and most of New Orleans was already caught in the manic grip of Mardi Gras. The city was cranked up, ready to rock, and Carmela Bertrand and her BFF Ava Gruiex were smack-dab in the center of the maelstrom. Dressed for action in tight jeans, tighter T-shirts, and multiple strands of colored beads looped around their necks, they clutched geaux cups frothing with Abita Beer.
“Wouldn’t you know it, Shamus hitched a ride on the very first float in the Pluvius parade,” Carmela shouted to Ava above the raucous noise of the crowd. She tipped her head and pushed back loose strands of her shaggy blond bob as she took in the spectacle. A dozen marching bands had already tromped past them, along with clanking knights on horseback, a clown contingent, and a flotilla of exotic convertibles that carried smiling, waving Pluvius krewe royalty wearing gaudy, bedazzled crowns and capes of white faux fur. Enough white faux fur to decorate a Santa’s village for decades to come.
“Gotta get some of those gold beads,” Ava said as she grabbed Carmela’s arm and pulled her closer to the curb, closer to the action. “Throw me somethin’, mister!” she shouted out. Ava was tall and stacked, with a saturnine face and masses of dark curly hair. Men either loved Ava or were frightened to death by her. She was vivacious bordering on brash and oozed raw sex appeal.
Carmela would’ve scoffed at the notion that she was sexy, too. But her appeal was in her quiet, contained, almost mischievous persona. She was smart as a whip, driven to be a successful businesswoman (though her craft shop was small and humble by most standards), and she could hold her own with men. Carmela wasn’t averse to tossing back a bourbon and branch while hashing out politics and smoking an occasional cigar.
“What’s the parade theme this year?” Ava asked.
“Spirits of the Sea,” Carmela said. “The theme’s always supposed to be a deep dark secret until they start rolling, but you know Shamus…can’t keep a secret.”
Shamus, Carmela’s ex, was an indolent Southern boy who, when he wasn’t out drinking or chasing younger women, worked at his family’s Crescent City Bank. Work being a very loose and haphazard description for what Shamus actually accomplished.
“Spirits,” Ava said. “I guess that explains why King Neptune is hoisting that ginormous jug of wine.”
The float was built to represent an ancient seagoing galleon, complete with billowing sails, three decks piled one on top of the other, and a carved, barely decent mermaid figure on the prow. Pluvius krewe members hung off every railing and crossbeam, tossing beads and waving at the crowd. Fifty-one weeks of the year, these men were business moguls and staid society leaders. Their walk-in closets probably held a pair of Berluti shoes to match every one of their Zegna, Burberry, and Armani suits. Tonight, however, they were all robed in white satin and wore white, expressionless masks.
On the very top deck of the float, a rotund King Neptune figure was firmly ensconced on his golden throne. His gigantic motorized head lolled back and forth, his mouth gaped open, and his eyes fluttered and blazed yellow. Every few seconds, a surge of golden glitter pumped out of his trident and shot high into the dark night sky.
“What’s old King Neptune made out of?” Ava asked Carmela. “You’re the crafty one. Does it look like papier-mâché?”
“I think Jekyl repurposed an old King Arthur figure from three years ago,” Carmela said. “Reworked the face, added the trident, and draped that necklace of fish and shells around him.” Jekyl Hardy was a well-known float builder and one of Carmela’s dearest friends.
“Whatever he did, it’s impressive,” Ava said as the float rolled ever closer to them. “It even looks as if Neptune’s tipping that big jug forward to offer us a nice splash of vino.” She suddenly pinched Carmela’s arm. “Wait, is something wrong? It almost looks like the jug—and the float—is tipping over.”
Carmela blinked as the enormous float shuddered and then slowly listed to one side. An obnoxious screeching sound, like steel wheels grinding against hot coals, rose up to pierce the air. Startled krewe members grasped for handholds on their now-unsteady perch as the float began to shimmy and shake even more.
Did the float blow a tire? Or worse? Carmela decided it had to be worse because the float was suddenly pogoing up and down, jouncing and bouncing its krewe like mad. Then the entire float began to tremble from stem to stern, its tall mast and billowing sails shaking violently.
“Dear Lord,” Ava said as people all around them began to cry out in alarm.
A mounted police officer tried to make his way toward the malfunctioning float, his horse’s hooves clattering harshly against pavement. But the horse, sensing imminent danger, snorted and reared up in protest, pawing wildly in the air. The officer leaned forward, tugging on the reins, trying to get his horse under control as the float continued to sway from side to side, each motion more drastic and violent than the last.
“That float’s about to crash and burn!” Carmela yelled as the crowd began to back away. She glanced at the front of the float, where Shamus and a few other krewe members were hanging on for dear life. And no wonder. The float seemed to have lost all control over its direction. It was headed right into a throng of onlookers, rolling like some deadly Trojan horse as it listed badly, a ruptured ocean liner about to sink.
“Get back, get back!” a policeman yelped. And the frightened crowd did jump back. Sort of.
But not all the way. Because watching the big float pitch and quake was strangely and dangerously hypnotic. Like watching a train wreck. And how often did you see a big-assed Mardi Gras float completely out of control? Well…never.
But the show had just begun.
Just as the prow of the Neptune float hit the curb and bounced hard, an ominous rumble sounded from deep within, as if some horrible monster was about to make an appearance.
“That thing’s going to blow,” Carmela shouted as she tried desperately to pull a hypnotized Ava out of harm’s way.
The sound built in terrifying waves, rolling across the crowd, almost taking people’s breath away as it rattled shop windows and neon bar signs with all the ferocity of an F6 tornado. When the explosion finally came, it was enormous. A deafening blast that was enough to call out the dead.
Carmela felt her jaw literally drop as she stared at the very top of the float. King Neptune’s head was spinning violently, like a child’s top. Then, with a whomp that resonated deep within the pit of her stomach, Neptune’s head blew off and a shimmering fountain of glitter spewed forth into the velvety dark night sky. It flew up, up, up, until the sky was ablaze with what looked like a million points of light. When the glitter had reached its ultimate trajectory, it began to sift downward, landing softly on the heads of the crowd.
The float let loose a final gut-wrenching belch and shiver, so violent it catapulted krewe members off their perches. Some somersaulted down harmlessly to lower decks, but a few were tossed off the float only to land—splat—on the pavement!
“Somebody call 911!” Carmela cried out. She knew men were injured and in desperate need of help.
“We just called,” a man behind her yelled. “Ambulance is on its way.”
“Is Shamus…?” Carmela’s eyes searched the float for him. Had he been shaken off, too? She felt her stomach wobble as she gazed at the men lying in the street. Oh dear Lord, are they hurt badly? Please don’t let anyone be dead, she prayed.
But wait. Men were slowly picking themselves up. They were groaning, but they were alive. Thank goodness.
Then a pile of white satin stirred and Carmela recognized Shamus. Without thinking, she rushed over and threw her arms around him.
“Are you all right?” Carmela cried. Ava was right there next to her, helping pull Shamus to his feet.
“Whuh hoppen?” Shamus stammered. He had a wonky look on his face and his eyes didn’t quite focus.
“Your float crashed,” Ava told him.
“No,” Shamus said in a loud pronouncement, as if he’d just been told the earth was flat. Then, “It crashed, really?” His left eye wandered to the far left, hesitated, then seemed to snap back.
“Are you okay?” Carmela asked. “Anything broken?”
“You don’t look so good, buddy,” Ava said. “Your eyes have gone all googly.”
Shamus took one step on wobbly legs and said, “I don’t feel so good.”
“Well, don’t toss your cookies on me,” Carmela said. She glanced around, deciding they’d all been incredibly lucky. Yes, the float was ruined, but it could have been so much worse. Nobody in the crowd appeared to be hurt…
Then she saw one man, still crumpled on the ground, who wasn’t moving a muscle. “Oh no,” Carmela said, her voice catching in her throat. “We need to…”
Shamus limped over to the man who was still laying on the pavement, looking like a fallen ghost in his bunched-up white robes, his body twisted in a most unnatural way. “Hey,” Shamus said, kneeling down, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder, “Hey, guy.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t try to move him,” Carmela said. Now she and Ava had gathered around the fallen man as well. “Maybe we should wait for the EMTs to arrive. Let them bring in a backboard or something.”
“The least we could do is wipe that gold glitter off the back of his head,” Ava said, trying to be helpful.
Carmela bent closer and stared at the man as the screams of multiple sirens rose above the din of the crowd. Something didn’t look right to her. And as Shamus gently brushed glitter from the man, his features slowly came into focus.
“That’s not the back of his head,” Carmela cried out. “The glitter’s smeared all over his face! Quick, we have to clear his airway before he’s smothered to death!”

My Thoughts
As a newcomer to the Laura Childs franchise as a whole. Having just been introduced to Theodosia and the gang as a result of receiving book #19 in her A Tea Shop mystery series for review.
And loving it!
This reviewer was over the moon at the prospect of reviewing Glitter Bomb.
So much so in fact, that it totally slipped my notice that it was from an entirely different series. This one being #15 of A Scrapbooking Mystery.
Even after the reading began.
Herein lies the problem.
The basic premise, as well as a great many of the main character's life details are so similar to those of the afore mentioned Theodosia, that all one would literally have to do would be to exchange a few names and businesses, and maybe a location or two.
And Whamo!!!
Same person!
Right down to the hunky boyfriend on the police force.
Really Laura!!!
Formulaic writing is one thing. But this is...
Something else.
I don't know.
An overconfidence in the fact that good writing does, in most cases, trump the need for originally?
"If it ain't broke. Don't fix it" syndrome?
All of the above, maybe?

Needless to say. Somewhere around chapter 3. After I:
A. Realized that this book was in fact about Carmela and not Theodosia.
B. Gave up hope that my beloved "tea maven" was going to make a very "fairy godmother" like appearance in this book.

I began to read the book in earnest, and found it thoroughly entertaining.
The death of the hedge fund CEO was creative. The list of characters was diverse and as kooky, backstory wise, as they come.
And who can beat New Orleans during Mardi Gras season as a backdrop for anything.

The only other detractor to be found within this cutie of a cozy is the fact that the main character's occupation as a scrapbook store owner really does little to give her a natural hub for her interactions.

Faux pas aside...
This book is a very quick and engaging escape. Though it is book #15, it can easily be read as a standalone.
4/5 Stars23

About Laura

Laura ChildsLaura Childs is a pseudonym for Gerry Schmitt and she is the best-selling author of the Tea Shop Mysteries, the Scrapbook Mysteries, and the Cackleberry Club Mysteries.

Laura Childs is the New York Times bestselling author of the Tea Shop Mysteries, Scrapbook Mysteries, and Cackleberry Club Mysteries. In her previous life she was CEO/Creative Director of her own marketing firm and authored several screenplays. She is married to a professor of Chinese art history, loves to travel, rides horses, enjoys fund raising for various non-profits, and has two Chinese Shar-Pei dogs.

Laura specializes in cozy mysteries that have the pace of a thriller (a thrillzy!) Her three series are:

The Tea Shop Mysteries - set in the historic district of Charleston and featuring Theodosia Browning, owner of the Indigo Tea Shop. Theodosia is a savvy entrepreneur, and pet mom to service dog Earl Grey. She's also an intelligent, focused amateur sleuth who doesn't rely on coincidences or inept police work to solve crimes. This charming series is highly atmospheric and rife with the history and mystery that is Charleston.

The Scrapbooking Mysteries - a slightly edgier series that take place in New Orleans. The main character, Carmela, owns Memory Mine scrapbooking shop in the French Quarter and is forever getting into trouble with her friend, Ava, who owns the Juju Voodoo shop. New Orleans' spooky above-ground cemeteries, jazz clubs, bayous, and Mardi Gras madness make their presence known here!

The Cackleberry Club Mysteries - set in Kindred, a fictional town in the Midwest. In a rehabbed Spur station, Suzanne, Toni, and Petra, three semi-desperate, forty-plus women have launched the Cackleberry Club. Eggs are the morning specialty here and this cozy cafe even offers a book nook and yarn shop. Business is good but murder could lead to the cafe's undoing! This series offers recipes, knitting, cake decorating, and a dash of spirituality.
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Bookotoure Publishing Presents: Dinner Party

Never has an unexpected guest caused such chaos!

Three couples take it in turns to host a monthly dinner party.

Beth, Sarah and Marie have been friends forever. Now they are grown up, with busy lives, busy husbands, busy kids… but they still find time to meet up over dinner once a month. A cozy, comfortable gathering of happy couples – or so they thought.

Until one night, someone brings along a last-minute guest whose wife has just left him. 

Simon is standing on the doorstep in floods of tears. While the women do their best to console him, their husbands feel the need to mark their territory.

And as Simon becomes more involved with the group, his presence changes everything these three couples thought they knew about each other, leading to a final dinner party that no-one will ever forget.

From Amazon chart bestseller Tracy Bloom, Dinner Party is a funny and moving read that will make you see your marriage and friendships in a whole new light… and make you think twice about inviting your best mates round for dinner. Perfect for fans of Marian Keyes, Nick Spalding and Gill Sims.

Enjoy this EXCERPT
Dinner Party

After she’d changed for dinner, Beth glanced in to the full-length mirror and the awful memory came flooding back to her as it always did. During her nursing training in her early twenties she’d attended a course where everyone was asked to think of a positive word to describe each other. A male colleague wrote CUDDLY in thick green marker pen on her piece of flipchart paper. Beth had laughed and smiled as he jovially put his arm around her but, really, she was devastated. There it was, confirmed in vibrant green ink, what she already knew. She wasn’t fat, by any means, but she certainly had curves. She knew she wasn’t ugly, but she was also very clear that she was no sex goddess. Her role in life was not to attract men. Her role was to comfort, console and support, not entice, allure or dazzle. She’d never in her life turned a man down. Never needed to. Never had cause to use the words, ‘That’s very nice that you fancy me, but I’m sorry I just don’t fancy you.’ She watched people do it on dating shows. Reject someone with such boldness and confidence as though they did it every day. As though it came naturally that they thought they were better than them. She’d liked to have done it, just once maybe. Just to feel what it was like. She felt bad for all the beautiful women who got unwanted attention, she really did, and obviously she would never want a man to force himself on her but… but… she’d liked to have at least been able to say no, just the once.
My Thoughts

The best way to describe Tracy Bloom's Dinner Party would be thus.
Take a group of kids who have grown up together.
Let's say...
As neighbors.
They have played together, fought, made up, their parents know each child's food allergies.
There may have even been a few sleep overs thrown in for good measure.
But then, one day a new kid moves in.
Which is an upset to the proverbial apple cart in and of itself.
Adding insult to injury in this case?
The fact that this new addition comes with every new and shiny toy that everyone in our previously content group ever thought they wanted.
Got the picture?
Now grow the kids up a bit, pair them off, and add in seeds of self doubt, marital discontent, and general passive aggressive self loathing.
Add in the shiny new mystery guest.
And there you have it.
The Dinner Party of our discontent.  With much mucking about in each other's lives, and an assortment of dips.

This story gives readers a very close-up and personal view of how unexpressed individual failings, desires, perceptions, and general boredom with routine can lead  to a sudden, and sometimes irreparable rending of the group as a whole.  If and when said hidden "room elephants" are ever given the means, opportunity, and time, that it would take for them  escape their not so comfortable prisons.  And make for the shops of Main Street as fast as their little destructive legs can carry them.

Though this book is quite funny.  One would deem said "funny" as more of a "Hmmmm" than a "Haha".
It is the further opinion of this reviewer that this book would be much better served if it was marketed as Woman's Fiction; rather than Romantic Comedy.
Given the fact that the reader is most often feeling anything but jovial when reading it. 

About Tracy

Tracy started writing when her cruel, heartless husband ripped her away from her dream job shopping for rollercoasters for the UK's leading theme parks, to live in America with a brand new baby and no mates. In a cunning plan to avoid domestic duties and people who didn't understand her Derbyshire accent, she wrote her romantic comedy, NO-ONE EVER HAS SEX ON A TUESDAY. This debut novel went on to be successfully published internationally and became a #1 Best Seller.

You can follow Tracy on Twitter at @TracyBBloom, like her Facebook page on www.facebook.com/tracybloomwrites or get in touch via her website at www.tracybloom.com

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Ink Slinger PR Presents: Anything But Innocent

Today we are celebrating the release of ANYTHING BUT INNOCENT by Dayna Quince. It is the fourth book in the Desperate and Daring series! There are 10 titles in this series and one will release per week till November 6th! The series is being published by Jack's House Publishing.

Check out the buy links for the book below, and links to an excerpt for each upcoming title.


ANYTHING BUT INNOCENT (Desperate and Daring, #4)

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What to get for the girl who has everything? An unattainable rake. Bored, beautiful and determined to ruin herself, Lady Lucy Flynn is used to getting everything she wants. But for the first time, the one thing she wants above all else is the love of a man: Lord Dean Warren, Earl of Winchester, injured and lately returned from East India. Unfortunately, the scurrilous earl refuses to see her as anything more than a pampered, privileged, innocent girl. But Lucy is not one to give up so easily. A jaded rake, Dean enjoys travel and taking his pleasure where he may, determined never to return to Society’s constricting realm. Though tempting, a lady like Lucy does not belong amidst his sordid circle of paramours. A harsh lesson in love from his earlier years convinces Dean he must push Lucy away and prove to her that he’s the wrong man for her in every way. But the closer he gets—and the harder he tries to push—the deeper he falls under her spell.


 My Thoughts
Lady Lucy Flynn and her "take no prisoners" approach to "wooing and wedding" the rather gun shy rake.  That is one Lord Dean Warren, Earl of Winchester.  And  her brother's best friend.
For his part, Dean has sworn off everything that has anything to do with both love and marriage.
Choosing instead, to live as a single man.  Haunted by a secret in his past, that may leave him without love forever.

Dayna Quince proves herself quite the mistress of romance yet again.  Filling each of her stories with a complexity and nuance that is all her own.  While still managing to keep each tale fresh and delightfully devourable.

This is the third book in a related series that can be read together and in its intended order.  Or as a standalone.
It goes without saying that this is a 5-Star read.
All I can say is READ IT! 

Check out the rest of the series (each book releases 1 week apart!)

DESPERATE FOR A DUKE (Desperate & Daring, #1) - available now!

BELLE OF THE BALL (Desperate and Daring, #2) - available now!
JUST ONE KISS (Desperate and Daring, #3) - available now!
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ANYTHING BUT INNOCENT (Desperate and Daring, #4)

AN UNCONVENTIONAL INNOCENT (Desperate and Daring, #5)

Coming October 2 - Check out the buy links and an excerpt from the book!

MAD ABOUT YOU (Desperate and Daring, #6)

Coming October 9 - Check out the buy links and an excerpt from the book!

A ROGUE OF HER OWN (Desperate and Daring, #7)

Coming October 16 - Check out the buy links and an excerpt from the book!

HERO OF HER HEART (Desperate and Daring, #8)

Coming October 23 - Check out the buy links and an excerpt from the book!

AN UNDESIRABLE DUKE (Desperate and Daring, #9)

Coming October 30 - Check out the buy links and an excerpt from the book!

DARE TO LOVE A SCOT (Desperate and Daring, #10)

Coming November 6 - Check out the buy links and an excerpt from the book!



  Dayna Quince was only fourteen when she developed a serious addiction to romance novels. What began as an innocent desire to read became an all-out obsession with the romance genre.

 She gave book reports on romance novels, got in trouble for reading during lectures, and would rather spend her time reading than attending high school parties. After all, high school boys could not compete with the likes of Stephanie Laurens Devil Cynster. After getting her first job, her addiction only got worse. She now had her own money to spend and a car to get to Barnes and Noble as frequently as she wanted. She managed to maintain a somewhat normal life, marrying her high school boyfriend who was aware he was competing with fictional men for her attention. Dayna soon began writing her own romance novels, inspired by her love for all things romance.

 Dayna and her husband live in Southern California with their two children and three fur babies. Dayna is happiest at home where she can be with her family and write to her heart’s content. For more information about Dayna, please visit her website, “like” Dayna on Facebook and follow her on Twitter or Instagram. Sign up for Dayna’s newsletter to be notified about upcoming releases. She loves hearing from her readers. Email her directly at daynaquince@gmail.com. Look for Dayna’s Jack’s House releases from the Desperate and Daring Series.


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