Take The Plunge Into Love With "Hot Shot"

31185174 Title:  Hot Shot
(Last Shot #2)
Author:  Kelly Jamison 
Length:  NA
Format:  eARC
Date of Publication:  May 16, 2017
Publisher:  Loveswept/Random House
Rating:  5 Stars

A former Navy SEAL and current bad boy bar owner learns to trust a free spirit in this steamy novel of unexpected romance from the bestselling author of Body Shot and the Heller Brothers series.

Marco Solis knows that if he gets too close to people they disappear. His parents were deported back to Mexico when he was fourteen, his fiancée married someone else while he was in the military, and now his business partner’s spending more time with his girl than with Marco. For better or worse, that’s how Marco meets Carrie Garner. She’s legitimately model-hot. She’s also a nut—a wild, artsy, unapproachable nut. So why is Marco so interested in cracking her shell?
Although Carrie Garner is a natural in front of the camera, her dream is to make it as a photographer. Soon she’ll be heading to Spain for design school, and she’ll miss her best friend, Hayden, like crazy. She’ll even miss Hayden’s boyfriend, Beck—but she won’t miss Beck’s partner, Marco. Bossy, brooding, and annoyingly sexy, Marco really pushes her buttons, though he obviously wouldn’t mind pushing her buttons in an up-against-the-wall, hard-and-fast kind of way. The craziest part is, if Carrie lets him do that, well . . . she may never want to leave. 

* Includes an excerpt from another Loveswept title.*

See How All The HOT Started!

(Last Shot #1)

Body Shot

My Thoughts

Marco Solis and Carrie Garner make the perfect "lonely hearts club of two" in Kelly Jamison's latest addition to her Last Shot series.
This book stands as irrefutable proof that sometimes, "having it all" isn't everything.  Because even though Marco is a former Navy SEAL, turned bar owner.  (Brooding, dark, good looks and body of a Greek god included.)  He can't seem to shake the tragic losses of his past.

In much the same vein...
The equally emotionally encumbered, yet equally fabulous Carrie Garner just can't seem to find her place in her own life.  Feeling like an outcast because her free spirit and artistic nature has lead to a life of runways and bright lights.  Instead of the more practical business related professions of her family.  Carrie has decided that maybe the best thing to do would be accept an opportunity to pursue studies in photography in Spain.
That is of course, after she helps to plan their best friends' wedding.

Enter tall, dark, and broody!

This sweet romance is all about perception.  The way that the two main characters perceive each other...to an extent.  But more to the point.  How happenings and perceptions from their respective pasts, have shaped for better or worse, how they perceive themselves.

The longer that one is involved in this story; the longer one comes to realize that these two have had everything that they have been seeking the entire time.  They each just needed the other to hold up the "love mirror" and say so.
This factor, as pivotal as it is to the "light bulb moment" of the read, is also the one facet of said story that is the hardest to reconcile.
The chemistry and sex are stellar.  There is nothing that readers will crave more than these two together.
The inclusive slant, with nods to family and belonging add that heartfelt element that rounds this romance out in a very lovely fashion.

Reviewer's Note:  This is the second book in a loosely related series.  Though reading book one is strongly suggested, it is not necessary.

About Kelly
Kelly JamiesonKelly Jamieson writes romances with heat that's sweet. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here...) She also loves shopping, especially for clothes and shoes. But her family takes precedence over everything else (yes, even writing). She has two teenage children who are the best kids in the world, not that she’s biased, and a wonderful husband who does loads of laundry while she plays on the computer writing stories. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website at www.kellyjamieson.com.

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"Confessions Of A Young Nero" Is The Story Of A Life We Thought We Knew Explained In A Way We Have Never Imagined


by Margaret George

Berkley Hardcover

On Sale: March 7, 2016
Price: $28.00
ISBN: 9780451473387
THE CONFESSIONS OF YOUNG NERO takes readers through the early life of Rome’s infamous Nero. Through the machinations of his mother, Agrippina the Younger, Nero became emperor at the age of sixteen, the last of the Julio-Claudian dynasty. But the road was a frightening one.  The young boy, an intelligent, sensitive and watchful child, had a series of psychological shocks from an early age.  His cruel uncle Caligula and his scheming cousin Messalina threatened his life, and his domineering and ambitious mother Agrippina married and poisoned two men en route to securing the throne for her son. Agrippina viewed Nero’s power as an extension of her own will. But once on the throne—like the teenage boy he was—Nero did not want to take orders from his mother.  Soon the world was not big enough for the two of them. Thereafter he was remembered as a hedonist and tyrant who “fiddled” while his people burned. But the truth behind the caricature, revealed here, shows Nero to be instead a product of his mother’s relentless ambition, and the incest, violence, luxury, and intrigue that have gripped Rome’s seat of power for generations.

Chapter I
This is not the first time I have been imprisoned. So I am hopeful that this is a sham and that the new emperor Galba will soon need my unique services and quietly send for me and once again I shall be treading in the palace halls. I feel at home there and why shouldn't I? I have provided my timely services for those in power for many years.

By trade I am a poisoner. There, why not say it? And not any old poisoner, but the acknowledged expert and leader in my profession. So many others want to be another Locusta, another me. So I founded an academy to pass on my knowledge and train the next generation, for Rome will always be in need of poisoners. I should lament that, should say what a pity that Rome must descend to that, but that would be hypocritical of me. Besides, I am not convinced that poison is not the best way to die. Think of all the other ways Rome kills people: being torn by beasts in the arena, being strangled in the Tullianum prison, and most insipid of all, being ordered to open your veins and bleed yourself to death, like a sacrificial animal. Bah. Give me a good poison anytime. Did not Cleopatra embrace the asp and its poison, leaving her beautiful and stretched out upon her couch?

I first met the late emperor Nero when he was still a child, still Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, the name he was born with. I saw him at the low point in his life, when he was an abandoned child at the mercy of his uncle Caligula. (Now that was someone who gave me a lively string of business!) His father was dead, his mother Agrippina had been banished when he was not even three years old, and his uncle liked to toy with him.

I remember he was a likeable child---well, he remained likeable all his life, it was a gift---but timorous. Many things frightened him, especially loud noises and being sent for unexpectedly. Caligula had a habit of that---sending for people in the middle of the night. He once forced me to watch a nocturnal theatrical performance in the palace, featuring himself as Jupiter. Sometimes it was harmless, like the play-acting, other times it ended with the death of the helpless person he had sent for. So, Nero---let us call him that to avoid confusion, just as I call Caligula Caligula rather than Gaius Caesar Germanicus---was precocious in recognizing the danger of the serpent in his uncle.

Ah, such memories! Here in my cell I find myself returning to them, helping the hours to pass, until that moment when Galba sends for me with a task. I know he will!<.p>

My Thoughts
The rule of Emperor Nero will forever live in infamy.  But what of the life of the young boy who would become the man?  What of the young Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus?  What of the boy before?
These are all questions that are both asked and answered in the epic Historical Fiction work, Confessions Of A Young Nero, by Margaret George.

Ms. George brings an unparalleled degree of storytelling magic to the history unfolding here.
Effortlessly, blending fact and fiction into a compulsively readable personal account of a remarkably complex existence.

Told in varied voices, and in various points of view.  The story of young Lucius is one of a young man trying to find his way amid the danger, plots, and scheming of the royals.  As a distant relation to both Emperor Caligula and Emperor Claudius.  Lucius is often part of a treacherous world that he struggles to understand.

Chronicling his life from the age of 3, to some ten years into his reign.  This story is to be continued in another volume.  Ending in quite the cliffhanger after a hefty 500+ pages.

You will note that this review purposely steers clear of detailing happenings within this epic.  The reason for this being.
If one were to attempt to do so; we as both reader and writer would quite possibly be here all day.  There is so much going on, both in the lives of young Lucius and those around him. There is barely time for one to breathe between dramas.

It can be said however, that in the land of villains and heroes; no character stands out more than that of Agrippina, Lucius' power hungry mother.  There is truly no length to which this woman does not go in order to see her son to the throne. Putting herself in power by extensions.  More fascinating still, is the twisted personal relationship which the two shared, and the way that Lucius' relationship with his mother than colored his relationships with all who entered his life.

Confessions Of A Young Nero is a tale that this reviewer would recommend  both on the basis of the story, and its author.
This is timeless story of how power, greed, passion, and pride...made history!
A story that has been told many times.  But one that can only now be experienced!

About Margaret

Margaret George is the author of the bestselling Autobiography of Henry VIIIMary, Queen of Scotland and the IslesThe Memoirs of Cleopatra; and Mary, Called Magdalene.

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HFVBT Presents: Daughter Of A Thousand Years + Giveaway


Daughter of a Thousand Years by Amalia Carosella

Publication Date: February 21, 2017
Lake Union Publishing
eBook & Paperback; 442 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction/Medieval Romance
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Greenland, AD 1000 More than her fiery hair marks Freydís as the daughter of Erik the Red; her hot temper and fierce pride are as formidable as her Viking father’s. And so, too, is her devotion to the great god Thor, which puts her at odds with those in power—including her own brother, the zealous Leif Eriksson. Determined to forge her own path, she defies her family’s fury and clings to her dream of sailing away to live on her own terms, with or without the support of her husband. New Hampshire, 2016 Like her Icelandic ancestors, history professor Emma Moretti is a passionate defender of Norse mythology. But in a small town steeped in traditional values, her cultural beliefs could jeopardize both her academic career and her congressman father’s reelection. Torn between public expectation and personal identity, family and faith, she must choose which to honor and which to abandon. In a dramatic, sweeping dual narrative that spans a millennium, two women struggle against communities determined to silence them, but neither Freydís nor Emma intends to give up without a fight.

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The Interview

WTF Are You Reading would like to thank Amelia for stopping by for a chat about her wonderful
Daughter Of A Thousand Years

1.  What inspired you to write Daughter Of A Thousand Years?

It was kind of a constellation of events, honestly. I had one more book to go on my contract, and my editor suggested I step outside of my Bronze Age comfort zone to mix it up a little bit. I spent a couple of weeks reading about women from various time periods, thinking, before I finally hit on Freydis – I was already a little bit more familiar and more comfortable with the Viking Age than I was with any other period barring Bronze Age Greece, and I knew that generally speaking, I for sure wanted to give voice to people (in a serious and respectful way) who we, in the west, have been quicker to dismiss -- to acknowledge that perhaps these other, older cultures and people DID have their own meaningful experiences with the numinous or some greater spiritual power. Freydis seemed like a perfect match on that score, and then it was a very natural step to weave that same thread into the contemporary setting with Emma, because for me, that dismissal of other experiences as meaningful is not just something that lives in the

2.  Is it harder writing present-day or past characters and settings?


DEFINITELY present-day is harder for me. I don’t know about anyone else, but all the details from the kind of car a person drives to cultural background of their family to the kind of food they eat for lunch or the job/career they pursue – they all have that much more meaning and symbolism in the modern day. We have so much STUFF to keep track of, and so many subtle status symbols embedded within all that stuff, and you have to negotiate all of that a lot more carefully in a contemporary setting where your readers DEFINITELY know EXACTLY what’s up. As an example of what I’m talking about: I’ll never forget that time in a writing workshop in college when I got heat and criticism because my character said she was Italian-American but had an English last name. Another comment on that (contemporary/present-day) story was that it was too unrealistic that my character was in college but had never been kissed. Oofda! On top of all that, there’s always the temptation in the back of my mind to kind of gloss over the world building, because I can see everything so perfectly as I’m writing, and we all know what a diner generally looks and feels like, right? Who needs detailed description! (Of course the answer is: the BOOK still needs that detailed description stop trying to cheat, Amalia! what’s the matter with you?!) [Author me is already leans more toward description-lite generally sooo.]

This isn’t at all to say that these kinds of details don’t matter in the past – of course we have to negotiate what it meant to be a princess or a noblewoman or a peasant in those periods too, and what symbols and things might need to be accounted for, but to me, it’s a lot easier to navigate. Also nobody is texting or calling anyone, either. Which. Guh.

TL:DR Contemporary settings are the wooooorst! Why do I do this to myself?!

3.  Do you write at home, a cafe, bookstore, your car...etc?

I write at home! Firstly because I am incredibly distractable – I don’t even like having other people in the house when I’m working, if I’m being honest, and distractions when I am deep into drafting make me SO FRUSTRATED. And secondly because I suck as a driver. Not that I’m a bad driver, just that I have weird driving anxiety and I suspect some kind of directional dyslexia (my brain is incapable of KNOWING right from left, and forget compass directions, nope nope nope), so it stresses me out a lot – not a great way to start a writing session!

4.  When writing your characters' attitudes, mannerisms, likes and dislikes.  Do you draw from yourself, people you know?

Of course! I think most of us do, to some extent or another. Sometimes I do it purposefully, and other times it sneaks in behind my back and I don’t realize what I’ve done until it’s too late to do anything about it, or I only figure it out with a reread three years down the line.
For example, in DAUGHTER, Emma hates raisins in dessert foods (particularly her apple pie) – which is a long-standing point of contention between a minority few of us (myself included!) and certain branches of my family. My cousin was one of my beta readers for the manuscript, and when he read that line, he definitely gave me some grief for including it (but he likes to rehydrate old desiccated raisins in his tea so clearly his arguments are invalid.) I also share Emma’s love of Star Wars, and definitely would have been giving any guy I dated a serious side-eye had he fallen asleep in the theater on opening night. EVEN for the prequels.

And in the book I’m drafting now (also contemporary because I hate myself I guess?), my character’s love for The Lord of the Rings is inspired by my cousins – Lord of the Rings is basically their Star Wars. A friend of mine once involved me in his search for the perfect pea-coat that I feel like DESERVES to be a part of a book someday, and another friend told me about his ongoing saga in battling an impertinent Opossum that I gifted to a secondary character recently. These are all small examples but I think they illustrate pretty well how the purposeful inclusion generally happens :) When it’s accidental – well, those are usually elements I don’t necessarily want to point out to the world, because they speak to something more personal that I didn’t realize I was trying to work out. But that’s kind of an inherent danger for any kind of artist who is sharing their work!

5.  Do you have any writing rituals?

Not really, I don’t think. I generally quickly (sometimes less quickly) check my email and Facebook before I settle in to write for an extended period, but I don’t want to call it a ritual because it feels more like a bad habit. Most of the time, the less I do before I start writing for the day, the more productive I am overall and the faster I get in the zone.

My Thoughts

 Daughter Of A Thousand Years is the story of two woman.  One the daughter of the legendary Erik The Red.  Sister to the equally formidable and Lief Eriksson, and a woman determined to live life by her own rules...at any cost.  At a time when daring to do so could cost her life.
The  other, her modern day counterpart Emma.  A woman also struggling to live her life on her own terms.  Though in her case,  said terms could cost her father his career.

Both woman have essentially the same problem.
Religion, or more specifically, their choice to worship Norse gods in the face of Christianity.
Strangely enough however, here also lies a problem for the reader as well.  At least in the case of the modern story-line
Said problem arises simply because while Freydis' issues with religious persecution are understandable.  Given that she is a women daring to practice "the old ways" in an increasingly more Christian Greenland; in the year 1000 A.D.
Emma is a professor in New England.  A citizen of the U.S., and living in the year 2016.  Her religion, or lack thereof, should be little more than a shake of the head at best, to even the most pious members of her community.
Not the explosive elephant in the room that ticks ever louder as the pages turn, and has a grown woman cowering in fear and lying to herself and everyone else for the majority of this book.

While Freydis deals with her problem head-on.  Going so far as to abandon her husband for her warrior lover, and sail away for freer shores.  Poor Emma chooses a far more passive and more "damsel in distress" method of not dealing with her "problem".

Bless her heart...
Grab the Tylenol people! 
You're gonna need it!
To throw at Emma!

Which is a thing to love about this book.  It proves that there are all kinds of hero.  Even those that you have to look at more than twice to figure out just how they got to be one in the first place.
In the case of Emma...
She had a whole lot of help! 
Freydis...not so much!

What that means for the reader is a juxtaposition of the fierce and the fearful, the meek and the magical, the indomitable and the docile.  The two journeys merging on one path.  Two souls fighting an age old battle in the pursuit of the same destiny. Freedom!

About the Author
Amalia Carosella graduated from the University of North Dakota with a bachelors degree in Classical Studies and English. An avid reader and former bookseller, she writes about old heroes and older gods. She lives with her husband in upstate New York and dreams of the day she will own goats (and maybe even a horse, too). For more information, visit her blog at www.amaliacarosella.com. She also writes myth-steeped fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Amalia Dillin.

Learn more about her other works at www.amaliadillin.com
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Monday, March 6 Review at Luxury Reading
Tuesday, March 7 Interview at Books, Dreams, Life
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Employer Employee Relationships Have Never Been "So Twisted"

29507636 Title:  So Twisted
Series:  (Bad Behavior #1)
Author:  Melissa Marino
Review Format:  eARC
Length:  384 pages
Publisher: Forever
 Rating:  3.5 Stars

"I was totally blown away!" —Tara Sue Me, New York Times bestselling author of the Submissive series

Sometimes it feels good to be a little bad.

Callie has found the perfect job. As nanny for a single dad and his adorable daughter, she can pay off her student loans and live in a nice house in the heart of Chicago. There's just one problem-her new boss. Definitely no dad bod here. Just six-plus feet of raw, sexual energy. Whoever heard of a dad being so hot?

From the sparkle in his daughter's eyes, Aaron can see that hiring Callie was a good decision. But Callie's breathtaking smile and long legs have him thinking about his own needs. Aaron knows it's a bad idea to get involved with the nanny, but it's been years since anyone has captivated him like Callie.

When living under the same roof proves too tempting to resist, Callie and Aaron discover a mind-blowing passion unlike anything either has experienced. But with a curious child and a nosy family in the mix, their secret, no-strings fling soon turns into a twisted, tangled knot . . .

 The Bad Behavior Series:
So Twisted
So Screwed
So Wicked

Startled, I spun around to see Aaron standing in the entryway of the kitchen. I placed my hand on my chest as I tried to catch my breath.

“Speak of the devil,” I said. “You scared me.”

“The devil, huh?” he asked, dragging his fingers through his dark hair.

There was no smile, no hint of joking. I didn’t know what he was doing by coming to me again. There was no room left in me to try and figure him out.

“Did you need something?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I heard you down here and—”

“Wait,” I said, stopping him. “Did you hear me on the phone?”

His large shoulders lifted as he took in a deep breath. He didn’t need to say a word. He absolutely did hear. There are times when you’d think to yourself, Wow. Things can’t get much worse than this. Then like magic, it does. This was one of the moments.

I turned back toward the sink, and after a moment, I heard him move, stepping cautiously toward me. I couldn’t face him.

“I didn’t mean to listen,” he said. “But I need to know.”


“If what you said was true.”

He came up behind me, but I still couldn’t look at him. I knew if I did I would lose what little control I was holding on to.

His movements got closer.


Closer. So close.

My body adhered to the warmth coming off of him, willing me into submission. I knew in my mind I couldn’t do that, but my body, my body was screaming something different to me.

“Calliope,” he whispered into the back of my neck. “Tell me. Please.”

His hands circled my waist, and I lost all resolve when he pulled me into him. His lips grazed my ear. “Tell me,” he repeated.

I was almost light-headed, our bodies melting into each other, his warm mouth breathing softly on my neck. “What do you want me to tell you?”

His grip around my waist tightened, and he spun me around, our faces just inches apart. His eyes lingered over my face, settling on my mouth. He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, the energy between us enough to make me tremble.

Before I even knew what he was doing, he shifted me away from the sink and picked me up from the waist, lifting me onto the countertop. With his eyes still fixed to mine, he placed his hands on my bare knees, spreading apart my legs.

He stepped into me while lazily dragging his hands from my knees to my hips. His movements continued up my side, increasing pressure while passing my breast and letting a thumb graze over the swell underneath it.

He still hadn’t answered my question when his hands reached my neck, and he intertwined his fingers behind it.

He leaned forward. “Tell me it’s okay for me to kiss you. I need you to say this is okay,” he begged.

I shut my eyes tightly, knowing the only way I could refuse him would be if I didn’t have to see him. “I can’t. You said—”

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I should’ve shouted at him that enough was enough, and we couldn’t keep doing this dance. I should’ve reminded him about Delilah and how she was the most important thing in all of this. I should’ve told him we both knew it was wrong. I should’ve told him that despite the pull, the unstoppable force chipping away at our resolve, we could never be right together because the twenty-four-year-old nanny wouldn’t be enough for a man like him. I couldn’t ever be enough for him.

I should’ve said all these things.

I should’ve pushed past him and run out of the kitchen.

But I didn’t do or say any of those things.

Instead, I did the one thing I knew I shouldn’t. I opened my eyes, met his, and willed myself to stay strong.

He reached his other hand up to the side of my face, cautiously and painfully slow. “I know you feel it, too. I see it in the way you look at me, the way your entire body responds when I move close. I just heard you say the words on the phone. I’m telling you I feel it, too. I’ve fought it, but…” He trailed off.

I tilted my head, resting my cheek into his touch. Everything about him surrounded me, and I fought against the voice inside of me, the screaming voice that shouted this was wrong.

But there was another voice that told me that this was maybe a once-in-a-lifetime thing, that if I walked away I’d never feel this kind of intense pull to another man again. Yeah. That voice was so much louder.

“Are you sure?” I whispered. “Only if you’re sure.”

His expression looked almost pained, and I knew he was battling the same voices in his own mind. “I’m not sure, but I can’t walk away anymore.”

He was leaving it in my hands. It was all me. I knew what I should do, but…

I grabbed his shirt in two fists and pulled him toward me, our lips almost touching. “It’s okay.”

Our lips connected in a fiery passion and my body lit up everywhere. The answer was right there. This was what I wanted.

And it was what he wanted, too.
My Thoughts
Callie is tired...
Tired of the endless days spent in classrooms, pursuing her teaching degree, and even more tired of the long nights spent in a patent leather mini-skirt and hooker boots.  Trying to avoid the groping hands and leering stares of less than sober patrons of the trendy nightclub, Venom.  A place that she would rather not work at all.  But the great tips that working as waitstaff brings, serve to more than ease the pain of the stranglehold that life in Chicago has on her finances.

Aaron is desperate...
There is only one woman in Aaron Matthews' life at the moment.  His young  daughter, Lily.
But as the owner of several hot night spots, with no wife or girlfriend in sight.  This hard working papa is in need of more than a little help of the Nanny 911 sort.
So, when an unsolicited resume finds its way to his desk, touting the skills of one young and enthusiastic young lady.  Who seems tailor-made for the position.  All he can say is...yes!

A yes that is quickly seconded by both his daughter and his libido.  But a yes that meets with overwhelming opposition when challenged by a more than  trepidatious mind.
The reason...
The more time that the daddy and the nanny spend together.  The more that the central air is not the only thing heating things up between these two.  Meaning that if they are not careful, chances are very good that these two can and will be playing a very hot and heavy game of  'house'.

So Twisted is a very sweet "love at work" romance.  Both Aaron and Callie have character and circumstance enough to justify readers falling head over heels for the pair almost immediately.  What one can not seem justify however, is the lightening speed at which the two go from strangers, to attracted, to nervously hiding from a child after mind blowing sex.
After all...
The book is some 400 pages long.  One would think there was room for some sort of "liking" of a person "clothes included", could commence before we embark on a pages long tutorial  of the many variations of the Naked Hokie Pokie.

Aside from said insta-complications however, this book is a wonderful start to a very sweet and hot series.

Reviewer's Note:  This is the first book in a continuous related series.  If you plan to read later books in this series.  It is recommended that you read them in sequential order 

About Melissa
Melissa Marino is a full-time writer and part-time Storm Trooper collector. When she's not writing, you can find her watching Friends reruns, mastering her cupcake frosting swirl and hunting for the perfect red lipstick. Melissa lives in Chicago with her husband, son and very opinionated dachshund.

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Tasty Book Tours Presents: My Fair Duchess + Giveaway

An unexpected duchess proves that behaving 
badly isn't exclusive to the Dukedom.

Dukes Behaving Badly #5
Megan Frampton
Releasing Feb 28, 2017
Avon Books

In Megan Frampton's most recent installment of The Dukes Behaving Badly series, an unexpected duchess proves that behaving badly isn't exclusive to the Dukedom.

The Unexpected Duchess

Archibald Salisbury, son of a viscount, war hero, and proficient in the proper ways of aristocratic society, has received orders for his most challenging mission: Genevieve, Duchess of Blakesley. How she inherited a duchy isn’t his problem. Turning her into a perfect duchess is. But how can he keep his mind on business when her beauty entices him toward pleasure?

It was impossible, unprecedented…and undeniably true. Genevieve is now a “duke”, or, rather, a duchess. So what is she to do when the ton eyes her every move, hoping she’ll make a mistake? Genevieve knows she has brains and has sometimes been told she has beauty, but, out of her depth, she calls on an expert. And what an expert, with shoulders broad enough to lean on, and a wit that matches her own. Archie is supposed to teach her to be a lady and run her estate, but what she really wants to do is unladylike—run into his arms.

1845, Lady Sophia’s Drawing Room

“There’s only one solution,” Lady Sophia said, passing the letter to Archie as he felt his stomach drop. And his carefully ordered life teeter on the verge of change. “You’ll have to go to London to sort my goddaughter out.” She embellished her point by squeezing her tiny dog Truffles, who emitted a squeak and glared at Archie. As if it was his fault.
He resisted the urge to crumple the paper in his hand. “But the festival is in a few weeks,” Archie said, hearing the desperate tone in his voice. He did not want to ever return to London. That was the purpose of taking a position out here in the country after leaving the Queen’s Own Hussars a year prior. His family was there, and his father, at least, had made it clear he never wanted to see him again. What’s more, he did not want to assist a helpless aristocrat in some sort of desperate attempt to bring order to their lives. Even though that was what he was doing in Lady Sophia’s employ. But working for her had come to have its own kind of satisfactory order, one he did not want to disrupt.
“There is work to be done,” Archie continued, hoping to appeal to his employer’s sensible side.
Although in the course of working for her he had come to realize his employer didn’t really have a sensible side, so what was he hoping to accomplish?
“Didn’t you tell me Mr. McCready could do everything you could?” Lady Sophia asked. “You pointed out that if you were to get ill, or busy with other matters, your assistant steward could handle things just as well as you.”
That was when I was trying to get one of my men work, Archie thought in frustration. To help him get back on his feet after the rigors of war. And Bob had proven himself to be a remarkably able assistant, allowing Archie to dive into Lady Sophia’s woefully neglected accounts and see into her investments, neither of which she paid any attention to.
Lady Sophia placed Truffles on the rug before lifting her head to look at Archie. Who knew, in that moment, that he was doomed. Doomed to return to London to help out a likely far-too- indulged female in the very difficult position of being a powerful and wealthy aristocrat.
Perhaps it would have been easier to just get shot on the battlefield. It certainly would have been quicker.
“It’s settled.” She punctuated her words with a nod of her head, sending a few gray curls flying in the air. “You will go see to the new duchess and take care of her as ably as you do me. Mr. Mc-Cready will assist me while you are away.”
Archie looked at the letter again. “This duchess is your relative?” he asked. That would explain the new duchess’s equally silly mode of communication. An “unexpected duchess,” indeed. What kind of idiot wouldn’t have foreseen this circumstance? And done something to prepare for it?
“She calls me aunt, but she is not my actual niece, you understand,” Lady Sophia explained. “She is my goddaughter; her mother married the duke, the duchess’s father. It is quite unusual for a woman to inherit the duchy.”
“Quite,” Archie echoed.
“But it happened, somehow, and since I don’t know anything about being a duchess . . .” Because I do? Archie wondered. But there wasn’t anybody else. She wouldn’t have asked Lady Sophia, of all people, unless there was nobody else.
Or if she was as flighty and confident as her faux-aunt. A scenario that seemed more and more likely.
“The only thing Mr. McCready can’t do is attract as much feminine interest as you do, Mr. Salisbury.” She sat back up and regarded him. “Which might make him more productive,” she added. She leaned over to offer Truffles the end of her biscuit.
Archie opened his mouth to object, but closed it when he realized she was right. He wasn’t vain, but he did recognize that ladies tended to find his appearance attractive. Lady Sophia received many more visitors, she’d told him in an irritated tone, now that he’d been hired.
Bob, damn his eyes, smirked knowingly every time Archie was summoned to Lady Sophia’s drawing room to answer yet another question about estate management posed by a lady who’d likely never had such a question in her life.
Archie responded by making Bob personally in charge of the fertilizer. It didn’t stop Bob’s smirking, but it did make Archie feel better.
“And you will return in a month’s time so you can be here for the festival.”
“Sooner if I can, my lady.” If this duchess needed more time than a month, there would be no hope for her anyway. Country life suited him; he liked its quiet and regularity. It was a vast change from life in battle, or even being just on duty, but it was far more interesting than being the third son from a viscount’s family. A viscount who disowned his third boy when said boy was determined to join the army.
Meanwhile, however, he had to pack to head off to a new kind of battle—that of preparing a completely unprepared woman, likely a woman as flighty and often confused as Lady Sophia, to hold a position that she was entirely unsuited for.
Very much like working with raw recruits, in fact

My Thoughts
Megan Frampton’s My Fair Duchess is a very sweet role reversal of the “unlikely duke scenario.
When the death of her father leads to Genevive’s inheritance of her family dukedom.  She also inherits
the help of her eccentric Aunt Sophia’s steward.
One Archibald Salisbury.
The problem?

While Archibald may be well acquainted with the rules and niceties of English society, the heaven sent good looks and confident demeanor of the former Army Captain, are just a few of the niceties that the young duchess-in-training can’t help wanting firsthand knowledge of. 

For his part.  It is very clear from the start that the details of his directive start off as nothing more to Archibald.  Another chance to break the monotony of endless questions from his elderly employer.  When she is not engaged in in-depth heart-to hearts with her beloved Truffles. Or leaving him to serve as eye candy for her elder salon set.

What he did not expect is the beauty and spirit of his new charge.
Or that by teaching her the ways of society, he would himself learn the true meaning of both family and love.

This is a very quaint and charming romance.
Meaning that Miss Frampton chose to keep her cast small he and her plot refreshingly simple.  Concentrating instead, on building quirky and highly entertaining characters and a heartfelt , emotionally engaging plot.
The “woman in charge” plot element is carried off by our leading lady with great panache.
While Mr. Salisbury is the perfect patient and attentive leading Mr.

Though the attraction between the two is immediate, things progress from thoughts to deeds at a very well-paced speed.  With the character’s getting to know each other as friends first.  Thereby, giving readers a chance to invest in the permanence of their relationship.

The one “fly in the ointment” to be found here is the author’s need to have the characters remind
themselves and the reader that Mr. Salisbury is, or was a Capitan in the army.
Almost as if we would forget, and all his maleness would somehow fade into the ether if we were not
contently reminded of his war-time prowess.

That being said.  This is the perfect romance for those leading lady lovers who really want to see the
Duchess bring home the bacon and still manage to be a lady while getting her man.

Megan Frampton writes historical romance under her own name and romantic women’s fiction as 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. You can visit her on her website@meganf, and at Facebook.

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