Only Marriage Will Do Winners

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First let me thank all of you who came by and partied with me for the release of Only Marriage Will Do, both here and on my blog tour stops, and the Kensington Facebook Party. You all rock!  Now on to the fun part:

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WINNERS!

Congratulations to the following winners from my giveaways:

BLOG POST WINNER: TINA B ~ COPY OF ONLY MARRIAGE WILL DO

FACEBOOK PARTY WINNER:  MARY ANN LANDERS ~ BOOK FROM BACKLIST

ROMANCE REVIEWS SIZZLING SUMMER PARTY: SEBELLA BLUE ~ COPY OF ONLY MARRIAGE WILL DO

 

Ladies, I will be contacting you immediately about your books.

And the winner of Skye Warren’s Love the Way  You Lie will be announced on Skye’s blog and here on my Jenna 411 post next Wednesday.

Thank you all for helping me celebrate my new release!

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Spotlight on Skye Warren and Better When It Hurts

A forbidden romance about pain that binds us together…Five years ago we lived in the same house. He was the ultimate bad boy.

And my foster brother.

Now he’s back. Tougher, harder, meaner. All of it aimed at me, because I was the one who sent him away. It’s payback time. He wants his pound of flesh, and I am helpless to say no.

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EXCERPT

The door slams open, and Blue strides into the room. A burst of sound follows him in the seconds before the door swings shut. I shrink back against the lockers before I can help it. That doesn’t stop him. It doesn’t even slow him down as he steps right into my space, just inches from my face, still breathing hard.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His eyes are still wild from the fight, violence and victory mixed together.

I try not to flinch. “I wanted to…to talk to you about something.”

“How did you know I was fighting tonight?”

I’m not going to tell on Candy, even if he’ll figure it out as soon as he sees her here. Instead I bite my lip and try to remember the speech I was going to give him. “Congratulations?”

That wasn’t it.

He shakes his head. “No, Lola. This isn’t one of your little games. I’m not one of the men you can lead around by my dick. Not anymore.”

And then I do flinch, because the reminder of our past is too painful not to. “I’m not trying to lead you anywhere,” I whisper.

His lips curve into a cold smile. “No? You brought me here, didn’t you? Just you and me and the rest of the world locked out. You made that happen.”

Something pricks my eyes—tears. No no no. I can’t possibly cry in front of him. I don’t know why I’d cry at all. This is my life. I’m long past wishing for something different, aren’t I? I look down at the concrete floor so he won’t see me struggle.

Of course he doesn’t accept that. His fingers—sweaty and gloveless—lift my chin. “Why’d you come here, Lola?” His voice is suddenly lower and strangely seductive. Maybe that’s how fucked-up I’ve gotten, that cruelty turns me on. “What do you want?”

My fingers fumble as I pull the wallet from my back pocket. It’s still warm from my body as I hold it up. “This is yours. I stole it. I—I took it by accident.”

That wasn’t what I’d meant to say at all. I’d meant to explain the situation like it happened—that I’d woken up with the wallet in my bed. That I had no memory of it, but obviously there had been a mistake. I’d taken nothing from the wallet, no harm no foul.

Instead I’d stuttered like I was thirteen again, stealing everything I could slip into my pockets, confessing to my foster dad before he whipped me with his belt.

Blue takes the wallet from me, his expression speculative. It’s almost as if he’s never seen it before, even though I know it belongs to him. I rifled through his things, touched the stone-faced plastic image on his license. And he knows I invaded his privacy that way, just like I invaded his pocket when he brought me home.

He tosses the wallet onto a bench behind him, dismissing it. His hand lands on the locker beside me, blocking me in. His eyes meet mine. “You still steal.”

“No,” I say, but his wallet calls me a liar. Naturally he’d remember the worst thing about me. I’d helped him remember. “Not anymore. Not usually except…I must have been drunk or something.”

“You didn’t used to drink.”

“A lot’s changed.” I used to hate the taste of beer. It reminded me too much of foster brothers with groping hands and tongues. I still couldn’t touch the stuff, but every now and then I used alcohol to try and numb the pain. It was just a shame it never worked.

His gaze scans my body, unapologetic as it measures me, probes me, demands all my secrets. “I can see that.”

I shrug, pretending to be unaffected. No, I am unaffected, damn it. “You see more than this every night.”

“Less. When you’re naked up there onstage, that’s what you show to every man.” His eyes are hooded. “This is what you wore for me.”

AUTHOR BIO

Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of dark romance. Her books are raw, sexual and perversely tender. For those new to her work, consider the bestseller Wanderlust, Prisoner or the Dark Nights series starting with Trust in Me.

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GIVEAWAY

The author is offering 1 e-copy of the first book, Love the Way You Lie, (both the books in the series can be read standalone) to each stop of the tour. Just leave a comment telling her you’d like a copy to be entered.

The giveaway ends June 19th.

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Release Day for Only Marriage Will Do!

 

At last!  My second Georgian/Regency romance, Only Marriage Will Do, releases today!

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There are so many traditions linked to weddings. Possibly the most enduring is the notion that the bride must wear “something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.” I remember doing all those at my wedding. My gown was new, my handkerchief old, I borrowed my shoes, and my garter was blue. 🙂 The English add the phrase “and tuppence in her shoe,” and I had that as well from a trip to England I’d made years before.

NECKLACEOne tradition all the women in my generation on my father’s side of the family followed was carrying a handkerchief or some sort of lace detailing made from the lace of our grandmother’s wedding dress (thus my old handkerchief). And I guess all of those things worked because in a week or so my husband and I will celebrate our 24th wedding anniversary!

I can only wish Amiable and Juliet as much of a happy-ever-after as I have had. But as the tagline for the book states: Not all happy-ever-afters begin at “I do.” And that is certainly the case with these two!

In celebration, I’m giving away an e-copy of Only Marriage Will Do to a commenter who tells me about a wedding tradition they followed or that they know of others following for their wedding.

BLURB:

Not every happy-ever-after begins at “I do.”

When the hero of her dreams rescues Lady Juliet Ferrers from the man claiming to be her husband, she is sure she has found her one true love. But is she free to marry him? Not to be deterred, Juliet arranges for her hero, Captain Amiable Dawson, to escort her to her family estate, hoping that along the way she can win his love.

Amiable is charmed by the sweet, beautiful woman he rescued, and although he has grave reservations about her marital status, he allows himself to be swept up into Juliet’s romantic spell and the promise of a happy-ever-after.

The spell breaks when legal questions arise and Juliet faces the horror of not knowing if she is married to her knight in shining armor or the cruel viscount who is determined to have her at any price.

EXCERPT:

London July 2, 1761

The brass lion-head knocker under Amiable Dawson’s hand sent a sharp rap through theRINGS dark walnut door of Dunham House for the second time. The hot July sun hadn’t done his temper any good as he waited on the marble stoop for entrance to the Marquess of Dalbury’s townhouse. He’d been in a foul mood ever since the news of his beloved Katarina’s marriage to the marquess had reached him. Blast it to hell, he was supposed to have married the girl. At least he could make sure she was well and well taken care of by this man she had married.

At last a short, dark-haired maid opened the door. She took one look at him, gasped, and stepped back into the house. Her eyes widened and she glanced to her right, wringing her hands. “Who may I say—”

A man shouted from within. “No, I do not believe you.”

“It is true, I tell you!” A woman’s voice, raised and sharp with terror, sent a chill through Amiable.

Katarina. What in God’s name?

He barged past the stunned girl and strode down the hall toward the commotion. He burst through the doorway, expecting to defend the woman he loved, only to stop dead at the sight of a man lunging across a sofa and grasping a woman by the wrist. Amiable had half drawn his sword before he realized the woman was not Katarina, but a complete stranger. He dropped it back into its scabbard. This was none of his affair.

The young man, foppishly dressed in a robin’s egg blue satin coat dripping too many layers of frothy lace at throat and wrists looked at Amiable, a snarl on his lips.

Taking advantage of the distraction, the woman wrenched her arm from the man’s grip. “Praise God. Here he is.” She staggered as she righted herself. “Now you will have to believe me, Philippe.”

The fop scrambled back off the sofa and groped for a black lacquer walking stick that lay on the floor. Lips pressed together, he glowered at the woman. “That remains to be seen, ma chere. In any case, I have shown you the papers. They speak for themselves.”

The woman ran from behind the sofa to Amiable’s side, grazed a kiss over his cheek and whispered, “For God’s sake, help me. I am alone here and he is trying to take me away. Please, agree with whatever I say.”

Smiling into her pleading face, he grasped her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze to signal his acquiescence. “Whatever is the matter, my dear?” Hell if he knew. But he could play his part, even with little information. Let the lady lead and he’d follow as well as he could.

The woman smiled then took a deep breath. “My dear, may I present Viscount St. Cyr?” She nodded toward the fop. “Philippe, this is my husband, the Earl of Manning.”

Only Marriage Will Do is available at AmazonB& N, and other e-tailers.

THE HOUSE OF PLEASURE SERIES

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Medieval Monday ~ Ruth A. Casie and Knight of Rapture

MedMonWelcome back to Medieval Monday! Today my guest is Ruth A. Casie with her medieval romance, Knight of Rapture. Hope you enjoy!

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Knight of Rapture

He crossed the centuries to find her…

For months Lord Arik has been trying to find the right combination of runes to create the precise spell to rescue his wife, Rebeka, but the druid knight will soon discover that reaching her four hundred years in the future is only the beginning of his quest. He arrives in the 21st century to find her memory of him erased, his legacy on the brink of destruction, and traces of dark magick at every turn.

A threat has followed…

Bran, the dark druid, is more determined than ever to get his revenge. His evil has spread across the centuries. Arik will lose all. Time is his weapon, and he’s made sure his plan leaves no one dear to Arik, in past or present, safe from the destruction.

But their enemy has overlooked the strongest magick of all…

Professor Rebeka Tyler is dealing with more than just a faulty memory. Ownership of Fayne Manor, her home, has been called into question. Convenient accidents begin happening putting those she cares for in the line of fire. And then there’s the unexpected arrival of a strange man dressed like he belonged in a medieval fair—a man who somehow is always around when needed, and always on her mind. She doesn’t know who to trust. But one thing is certain. Her family line and manor have survived for over eleven centuries. She won’t let them fall, not on her watch… in any century.

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“A thrilling and emotionally evocative tale filled with adventure, love and hope. Casie’s weaved an exciting medieval fantasy romance series that I can’t get enough of.”…Eliza Knight, USA Today bestselling author

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Excerpt:

She took another step and past the stone marker.

The air chilled and the sky turned an array of colors. Everything around her began to swirl. She realized her mistake too late. The portal, she was in the portal.

Arik. Close to him now, she reached for him but her hand passed through the form. She examined her hand turning it over then spotted the shadow of the man.

An illusion?

The shadow turned towards her. She watched as the wind washed over his face and it changed. “Bran,” she whispered in disbelief. Her head swiveled while she searched for something, anything to grab on to. The portal had one use and she had no intention of leaving.

Get out, her brain shouted.

His lips twisted into a cynical sneer. He tilted his head in jaunty satisfaction, snapped his fingers and vanished.

“No,” she yelled. “Arik,” she closed her eyes and screamed in her head trying to mind touch him while the wind tore at her.

“Beka,” he boomed.

Her eyes snapped open. She shielded them from the dust and debris and stared at Arik on the other side of the opening. He stood at the high plateau, miles away. His hands were braced on the opening’s edges, which were nothing more than solid streams of whirling wind. He struggled to keep the portal from closing.

“Come.” His voice didn’t allow for any argument.

The wind whipped at her, pushed her back. She tried again. “I can’t. The wind. Keeps. Pushing. Me. Away.” She shoved her staff in front of her and anchored it in the ground. Against the gusting wind, pulled herself towards him.

“A little more, Beka.” He gripped the edge of the portal with one hand and stretched the other out to her. She shoved her hand towards him as far as she could. The tips of their fingers brushed. In a burst of effort he Hecaught the top of her hand, a precarious hold. With a tight grasp she wrapped her fingers around his thumb.

Safe, she wasn’t far now.

She concentrated on his face. The corners of his mouth turned up as he pulled her towards safety. The wind grew stronger buffeting around them then changed its path.

Before she could brace herself for the new direction, the gust blasted them. Without a firm grip, her hand began to slip. She pushed through the building panic. His smile slipped. The expression on his face turned to determination. Again her hand slipped until he held her by her fingertips.

He held them fast—crushing them but that didn’t matter. He had to hold on to her. Every muscle strained. Inch by inch he brought her closer to him. She tried to help him the best way she could. Anchored to the edge of the portal, Arik encouraged her on. But his alternatives were limited. The closer she got to him, the stronger the gale blew. Just a little closer, that’s all she needed for Arik to grab her and get her out of the portal.

The wind exploded from another direction.

The blasting gale pushed her staff away from the opening, across the dirt, cutting an ugly scar in the ground and dragging her away with her staff.

Away from Arik.

I hope you check out this wonderful offering and come back next week when  my guest will be Barbara Bettis!

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 6/07/15 Beloveds

 

 

 

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors!

At long last, my erotic medieval novella, Beloveds, has released!

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This week for Weekend Writing Warriors, I hope you enjoy this section at the end of Chapter 1 where Thomas and Alyse are enjoying one another thoroughly.

“Oh, Thomas, yes, my love, yes, yes!”

He plunged into her, each “yes” seeming to compel him to push harder and deeper. Would that he would never stop.

And still the pleasure radiated from her innermost core. “Oh, Thomas. Thomas!

As her body shook in a torrent of passion, the door opened. She jerked her head toward it, making the room spin. A final shudder took her, and she relaxed onto the bed, her limbs heavy and sated. With great effort, she raised her head and looked into the wide, deep blue eyes of Geoffrey Longford.

BLURB:

Passion never dies.

Lady Alyse Braedon frets over her renewed passion for Sir Geoffrey Longford, her first love. They have pledged their hearts to one another, despite the fact that both are recently widowed. Alyse worries that she has not properly mourned Thomas and cannot think herself as true wife to Geoffrey until she puts her feelings for her first husband to rest.

And then Thomas unaccountably appears in her bedroom. She is stunned and confused. When he begins to make love to her, however, she joyfully surrenders herself to his familiar caresses and expert ministrations…until Geoffrey arrives.

Faced with the dilemma of wanting two lovers, Alyse simply cannot choose–until Thomas suggests she doesn’t have to. Instead he and Geoffrey will share her. The scandalous proposition awakens new hungers within her. Can she allow herself to abandon all she’s been taught a proper woman should resist, and find pleasure with both her beloveds?

Beloveds is available at Amazon and free on Kindle Unlimited.

That’s all for this week. Hope you enjoyed it!

If you want to read my medieval  series, Betrothal, Betrayal, and Beleaguered before Beloveds (if not, Beloveds will have spoilers)  they are all available on Amazon.

And don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here.  There’s some fantastic snippets to be read.

 

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The Romance Reviews Sizzling Summer Romance Reads Party

SIZZLING SUMMER READS 2015

Welcome to your next stop on the Sizzling Summer Reads Party tour! I’m Jenna Jaxon and I’m showing off my newest release, Only Marriage Will Do, a great read for those lazy days at the beach. Get lost in this hot historical romance!

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 BLURB FOR ONLY MARRIAGE WILL DO

Not every happy-ever-after begins at “I do.”

When the hero of her dreams rescues Lady Juliet Ferrers from the man claiming to be her husband, she is sure she has found her one true love. But is she free to marry him? Not to be deterred, Juliet arranges for her hero, Captain Amiable Dawson, to escort her to her family estate, hoping that along the way she can win his love.

Amiable is charmed by the sweet, beautiful woman he rescued, and although he has grave reservations about her marital status, he allows himself to be swept up into Juliet’s romantic spell and the promise of a happy-ever-after.

The spell breaks when legal questions arise and Juliet faces the horror of not knowing if she is married to her knight in shining armor or the cruel viscount who is determined to have her at any price.

EXCERPT:

At the touch of his fingers on her cheek, Juliet lost her battle with the tears. She had sworn not to shed a single one over him, but now they flooded her face as the ache in her chest reached a terrible crescendo.

“Juliet, my dear.”

As the first sob tore from her throat, he scooped her up, bore her over to the parlor’s sofa, and settled her in his lap. “Juliet, do not cry, my love. You break my heart.”

He pressed her head to his chest, heedless of the torrent that soaked into his jacket.

She could not stop, however. The misery at what she intended to do overwhelmed her. She must send him away, she must.

Her cries intensified, banishment from Amiable a sentence too terrible to contemplate. The pain cut so deep for a brief moment she wished to die just to escape it. Finally, she managed to stem the tide to a trickle. Soul-wrenching grief gave way to bleak despair. She lay exhausted on his broad chest, too tired now to even move her head.

“My dear,” he spoke quietly into her ear. “What has happened to make you so unhappy?”

She struggled up, trying to catch her breath. She risked a glance at him and wished she hadn’t. Tears threatened again. “I…I c-came to tell you I no longer r-require your services as escort, Captain Dawson.” There. She had said it. “You may return to London on the morrow, sir.”

“I see.” He held her steady with one hand while the other pushed back a stray wisp of hair straggling from her coiffure. “That would be a most prudent move.” He captured another escaping strand and stroked it into place behind her ear, then wiped her tears away with his thumb.

Could he not see her misery? Would he add to it with his kindness? Such attentions made it almost impossible to continue with her resolve.

“However, I do not think I will go, my lady, if it is all the same to you.”

She fought to keep her composure. “I, however, no longer require your escort, sir. I will journey on alone.”

Amiable smiled patiently but shook his head. “I fear not, my dear.”

“I will.” She tried to pull away from his grasp but he held her still.

“Most definitely not.” He wrapped his hand around the back of her head, urging her face closer to his.

“Wh—what are you doing, Captain Dawson?” His blue eyes were her whole world.

“Bowing to the inevitable, my love.” Then his mouth met hers.

 Only Marriage Will Do, Book  2 in The House of Pleasure series, will release June 9th.

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Thanks for stopping by and being part of The Romance Reviews’ Sizzling Summer Reads Party.  The party continues here!

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Release Day for Beloveds!

At long last, Beloveds, an erotic novella in the Time Enough to Love world, is finally released. Some books just take longer to write than others. This was one of them for me. At one point I thought I shouldn’t write it at all, but was persuaded to persevere. I am very glad I took their advice. It was a labor of love in very many ways.

So here is Beloveds, a novella for Alyse, Thomas, and Geoffrey, the three main characters of Time Enough to Love. I hope you enjoy it.

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Beloveds is available at Amazon and is part of Kindle Unlimited and Kindle Select.

***SPOILER ALERT***

The timeline of Beloveds occurs during the final third of Time Enough to Love (Beleaguered) and includes spoilers if you have not read the trilogy. It will stand on its own if you haven’t read the books, but will hopefully please those who already know the characters.

BLURB:

Passion never dies.

Lady Alyse Braedon frets over her renewed passion for Sir Geoffrey Longford, her first love. They have pledged their hearts to one another, despite the fact that both are recently widowed. Alyse worries that she has not properly mourned Thomas and cannot think herself as true wife to Geoffrey until she puts her feelings for her first husband to rest.

And then Thomas unaccountably appears in her bedroom. She is stunned and confused. When he begins to make love to her, however, she joyfully surrenders herself to his familiar caresses and expert ministrations…until Geoffrey arrives.

Faced with the dilemma of wanting two lovers, Alyse simply cannot choose–until Thomas suggests she doesn’t have to. Instead he and Geoffrey will share her. The scandalous proposition awakens new hungers within her. Can she allow herself to abandon all she’s been taught a proper woman should resist, and find pleasure with both her beloveds?

 

EXCERPT:

“Alyse.”

The familiar voice tugged at the edges of wakefulness. Had Geoffrey returned so soon? The sound did not have his deep tone. Yet ’twas a voice she knew well, rich and sensual.

“Do not fret, sweet.”

Alyse struggled to open her eyes, though the heavy lids fought against her.

The bed dipped as someone sat beside her. Oh, thank the Lord. Geoffrey had returned. Although she would have sworn it had not been he who spoke.

A soft hand cupped her face, and she pressed her cheek against it, luxuriating in its warmth. She smiled, and her eyes fluttered open at last.

The man seated on the bed had shoulder-length honey-blond hair and warm, beguiling brown eyes. He also defied fashion and wore a thin mustache and beard. His eyes brightened when he noticed she was awake and his mouth turned up in the lazy smile she had come to know so very well.

“Thomas.” The name came out a croak. Holy Father, had she conjured him with her guilt and longing? She cowered against the mattress.

His smile widened, and he caressed her, running one long finger along her jaw. “Aye, sweet Alyse. ’Tis I. Do you feel better now, my love?”

“Better?” She must be dying to see such an apparition. Or mayhap she was already dead and in heaven.

“Aye. You do not shiver as you did a moment ago. I hoped that meant you felt warmer.” He picked up her hand and kissed the knuckles.

Warmth flowed through her, soothing her, making her body tingle with that single touch of his lips.

“Is it really you?” Strength welled within her, and she struggled to sit up.

“As ever I was.” He smiled, his gaze sweeping her body. His eyes darkened with the desire she remembered well.

“Oh, Thomas.” She threw her arms around him, sighing when they embraced the hard-muscled chest she had lain so oft upon. “I thought you dead, my love. Did I but dream?”

“Shhh, my sweet. I am here now.” He stroked her head then pulled it back to peer into her face. “I will always be with you, love.” He sank his mouth onto hers, and she melted at the touch of his insistent lips.

Like coming home.

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A Precarious Beginning ~ Liza O’Connor and The Pack of Trouble Blog Tour

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Infant mortality remained very high in Late Victorian England, with nearly 20% of infants dying in their first year. Don’t marry that percentage, because the stats of mortality in the 19th century are highly contested by today’s statisticians and could be distorted by baby farm deaths, where babies were intentionally killed. But still everyone agrees the deaths were high.

However, I can say sanitary conditions were dismal, bacterial infections a major cause of death, and antibiotics had yet to be discovered. Worse yet, the baby bottles were impossible to sterilize and bought milk was often tainted with chemicals.

Thus, mothers were strongly advised to breastfeed their own children, preferable to hiring a wet nurse, and strongly preferable to feeding with a baby bottle.

A change in baby bottle design occurred in 1894, claiming to be easier to clean.

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Note the right end of the bottle is an open mouth. That’s so you can pour in the milk. A metal cap fitted over it once it was filled. I expect it leaked but this model claimed to be far more sanitary than the prior bottles and it quickly became a best seller.

Now all you had to worry about was the milk you put inside it. Yes, the Victorians had a problem with tainted milk supplies.

End result: The doctors were absolutely correct. Bottle feeding added serious risks to your baby’s health.

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blurb

While Xavier’s plan to take a holiday in Europe for Vic to have her baby incognito works well enough, complications during the birth almost takes both mother and child. Dr. Connors performs his first cesarean ever. While successful, it Vic takes months to recover. A prisoner to the bed, she spends her time encouraging marriage between two of their employees. Unfortunately, Xavier’s original negotiations with Tubs prevents the giant from acting upon his heart. While Xavier chases ladies enjoying the sun, Vic convinces Tubs to resign his service.

When Xavier and Vic return to England, the head of Scotland Yard awaits them at the dock. A great change in Parliament has occurred due to the fallout of their last investigation. England is crumbling beneath an outbreak of crimes and their help is desperately needed before lives are ruined and jobs are lost.

An Excerpt

Julia pointed to it. “There’s my burden.”

Vic tried to roll herself to the basket but the pillows stopped the wheelchair cold. Tubs walked to the basket and brought it to her.

Inside lay a tiny porcelain-white baby with a shocking red tuff of hair. The child woke and stared up at her with bright blue eyes. “She’s beautiful,” Vic whispered.

You want her?” Julia taunted.Julia baby n Vic

“What’s her name?”

“I don’t know.”

How the bloody hell couldn’t she know? And then the reason came to Vic. “You don’t plan to keep her.”

“Have you not listened to a word I’ve said? I am a great actress. My business depends upon my talent. There is no room in my life for a baby.”

“What do you plan to do with her?” Vic asked.

Julia wrapped her arms into the hanging fabrics, and swung softly in a slow circle. “There’s a woman, Mrs. Edwards, who takes care of babies for fifteen shillings a month. I thought I’d let her have it.”

Vic knew of the woman, and in a panic almost suggested Julia should give the child to Lady Abigail, but realized her husband would no doubt hurt this child if he had the chance. Still, Vic couldn’t allow Julia to send the child to its death.

“Mrs. Edward charges so little because she either sells or kills the babies.”

Julia continued to swing about her fabrics as if she were a young girl without a care in the world. “You said the baby was pretty, so maybe someone will take it.” She then stopped and faced Vic. “Either way, it’s out of my hands.”

Julia was damn lucky Vic was stuck in this chair, because honest to God, otherwise, she would have wrung the young woman’s neck. To calm herself, she focused on the incredibly small baby in the basket on her lap. It suckled on a bottle of milk, which to Vic’s nose smelled sour. Remembering Dr. Connors message about baby bottles causing a great deal of deaths, she gently removed the rubber stopper from its mouth.

“I’ll save you the fifteen shillings a month and take the child,” Vic offered.

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Book 5

Pack of Trouble

Free with Amazon Kindle Unlimited

 

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Book 1

The Troublesome Apprentice

Book 2

The Missing Partner

Book 2.5

A Right to Love

Book 3

The Mesmerist

Book 4

Well Kept Secrets

 

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About the author liza

Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats, left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast. There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell in love with her new life where people behaved normally. But all those bad behaviors has given her lots of fodder for her humorous romances. Please buy these books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels instead. They will likely traumatize you.

You have been warned.

Mostly humorous books by Liza:

Ghost LoverTwo British brothers fall in love with the same young woman. Ancestral ghost is called in to fix the situation. And there’s a ghost cat that roams about the book as well. (Humorous Contemporary Romance)

Untamed & UnabashedThe youngest of the Bennet sisters, Lydia, tells her story. A faithful spinoff from Pride & Prejudice.

A Long Road to Love Series: (Humorous Contemporary odd Romance)

Worst Week Ever — Laugh out loud week of disasters of Epic proportions.

Oh Stupid Heart — The heart wants what it wants, even if it’s impossible.

Coming to Reason — There is a breaking point when even a saint comes to reason.

Climbing out of Hell — The reconstruction of a terrible man into a great one.

The Hardest Love Is to love oneself. Sam’s story.

The Adventures of Xavier & Vic Sleuth series: (Late Victorian/Mystery/Romance)

The Troublesome Apprentice — The greatest sleuth in Victorian England hires a young man who turns out to be a young woman.

The Missing Partner — Opps! The greatest sleuth in Victorian England goes missing, leaving Vic to rescue him, a suffragette, and about 100 servants. Not to mention an eviscerating cat. Yes, let’s not mention the cat.

A Right to Love — A romantic detour for Jacko. Want to see how amply rewarded Jacko was when he & Vic save an old woman from Bedlam?

The Mesmerist The Mesmerist can control people from afar and make them murder for her. Worse yet, Xavier Thorn has fallen under her spell.

Well Kept Secrets — Far too many secrets are being kept and as we all know, secrets have a way of coming out.

Social Networking

FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT

LIZA O’CONNOR

Investigate these sites:

Liza’s Blog and Website   Facebook   Twitter

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Medieval Monday ~ Sandra Jones and His Captive Princess

MedMonWelcome back to Medieval Monday! Today my guest is Sandra Jones with her medieval romance, His Captive Princess. Hope you enjoy!

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Earned respect is sweet…but deserved revenge is sweeter.

Warren de Tracy was assured the Welsh village of Dinefwr would be an easy conquest, as would the widow of its fallen prince. Wedding her will appease the locals and win the respect of his liege, the usurper King Stephen.

Instead, Warren is ambushed, taken prisoner by a hooded Welshwoman with skin that glows like moonlight. If he must die at her hands, at least his honorable death will silence the whispers of disloyalty hanging over his name.

Princess Eleri has never seen a knight as stoic—and as eager to die—as Warren. She’d love to oblige the bastard, but something in his ocean-blue eyes stays her hand. Plus, suspicion nags at her, for the arrows that wounded him and killed his men are Norman, not Welsh.

A ghostly prophecy portends danger that thrusts the enemies closer together, where hate explodes into passion that won’t allow Eleri to surrender Warren to her vengeful clan. But returning him to his king breaks more than it mends…and for Warren, retaliation will be sweet, indeed.

Product Warnings

Contains a Norman warrior with a thirst for justice, a Welsh rebel princess with second sight and a steady bow hand, magical prophecies, and a plot of royal proportions.

EXCERPT

“‘Your Highness’?” Warren jerked in astonishment, pulling against his bonds. The ropes chafed his raw skin, sending a fresh wave of pain down his arms. “You’re of royal blood?”

She leaned over him, reaching for his bonds. “Hush! In addition to your arrow wound, I trow your tongue has healed as well these past days. It would behoove you to use it less and just be grateful you’re alive.”

Her breasts hovered inches above his face. In fact, if he lifted his head, he could bury his face between them. What would she do, this spirited wench, if he chose to do so? He would’ve enjoyed finding out if circumstances had been different. “I’d rather be dead than be a prisoner. But first…I’ll kiss your feet if you’d scratch my nose.”

She made a choking noise in her throat that almost sounded like amusement.

He felt a tug at his ropes and the friction of a knife. By the saints, she was freeing him. He couldn’t allow it.

Air stung his raw skin as soon as one of his wrists came loose. With his one arm still useless in its restraints, he shot out his free hand and clutched her forearm. Using all his strength, he turned her over beneath him, wedging her between his torso and the bed. Nose to nose, he could make out her eyes gone wide with shock in the darkness. “No!” he growled. “Do not let me leave here alive.”

Suddenly, her warrior was upon him and his knife back against Warren’s throat. “Get off the princess, you cur!”

The woman’s blade touched his chest plate. She could dispatch him with ease. Her arms were strong and lean. Her body was far from frail, and he recalled her skillful defeat of his conroi. She twisted beneath his pelvis defensively, and the grinding of her soft mound awoke his sex. Shame heated his cheeks at his sudden need and dark desires. This one time, he would allow himself to speak his mind. “If you release me, Princess, I’ll go to Kidwelly and inform my commanders what has befallen my five men at the hands of you and your people. The king will strike at the subjects of Cantref Mawr with vengeance such as you’ve never known.”

Her expression shifted from stark panic to slow derision as her saucy lips curved up at one corner. “You think I don’t know what you’re capable of?” Her eyes flashed downward meaningfully, and he knew she’d noted the turn of his wicked thoughts. “You want to have your way with me. To tear my clothing from my body and part my legs. But you know nothing of my people, Norman. You haven’t even bothered to learn the language—” she broke off, slurring in Welsh at her vassal.

The burly guard grabbed Warren’s bandaged shoulder, twisting it back until bile climbed in his throat. “Umpff!” While he convulsed in pain, the woman slipped loose and turned him on his back, pinning his groin beneath two very sharp knees. He hissed through his teeth, “Par les saints!”

If he’d been successful in his mission, this devil-wench would’ve been his bride?

“You are my prisoner, knight.” She planted the flat of her hand against his neck, leaving no doubt of her desire for domination as her angry pulse drummed against his skin. “I am the Princess of Deheubarth, widow of Prince Owain ap Daffyd, murdered by your Norman peers. It will be my pleasure keeping you alive. We’re taking you to those who will do with you what they will. I care not. Until then, you are my dog. My captive. My slave. And you will obey!”

 

ISBN: 9781619224452

Buy Links: (Samhain store) https://www.samhainpublishing.com/book/5407/his-captive-princess

(Amazon) http://www.amazon.com/His-Captive-Princess-Sandra-Jones-ebook/dp/B00TLIGB14/

(Barnes & Noble) http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/his-captive-princess-sandra-jones/1121228851?ean=9781619224452

(All Romance) https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hiscaptiveprincess-1748538-161.html

 

About the Author

Sandra proudly considers herself a history geek. She is the author of five historical romances including the new River Rogues series set in frontier America. When not researching or writing, she enjoys traveling, genealogy (she’s the direct descendant of a Norman knight) and watching British TV. She and her husband of twenty-five years live in a cabin with two spoiled cats and occasionally attend Renaissance fairs.

She also loves chatting with readers. You can connect with Sandra at any of the following links

Author Links

Website: http://www.sandrajonesromance.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sandra-Jones-Author/428923117143918

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/SJonesRomance

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SandraJones

I hope you check out this wonderful offering and come back next week when  my guest will be Ruth A. Casie!

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Gone Writin’

I haven’t posted my Jenna 411 in a couple of weeks because I’ve been so swamped with writing tasks. And this weekend I’ on my annual writer’s retreat with the Chesapeake Romance Writers, hoping to get Crashing Through Love and Beloveds finished and ready for release.

We’re in a new retreat place this year, up in Matthews County, and man, is it wonderful.  Thought I ‘d share a few pics of our new digs.

The view from the porch:

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On the porch:

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The living room:

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So wish me luck and I’ll see you next week!

Jenna

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