Medieval Monday ~ Cathy MacRae and The Highlander’s Outlaw Bride

 

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Today I have with me the fabulous Cathy MacRae with her newest release  The Highlander’s Outlaw Bride.

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Thrust into the role of laird upon his father’s unexpected death, Connor MacLaurey returns home to find his cousin has usurped his lands and title. Furthermore, his betrothed–a lass he barely knows and certainly did not agree to marry–is hunted by the sheriff, accused of stealing cattle. His plan is to petition the king for clemency for the foolish chit, break the betrothal, and take his castle back from his treacherous cousin. Marriage is not in his plans.

Brianna Douglas has no desire for marriage. Widowed young, berated daily for failing to give her first husband a child, and sent home in subsequent disgrace, she devotes her life to holding her family’s land for her young brother as their sotted father drowns his sorrow in whisky over her mother’s death. Raiders have hit her clan hard, and to save them, she finds herself betrothed to Laird MacLaurey’s absent son to seal a pact of protection with the MacLaurey clan.

Forced into a marriage neither wants, it will take a king’s edict and sacrifice from both to discover what love means. But can they accept their losses and learn from their mistakes before Brianna marries another?


 

Excerpt:

Her step quickened and she fled the room to the stairway leading to her chamber. An iron grip on her arm yanked her to a stop and she whirled to face him, his expression black with fury.

“Let go of me!” she hissed angrily.

Conn released her arm, but did not move away. “What do ye think ye are about? Are ye dead set on being hanged?”

“The king pardoned me.”

“Aye, for reiving. Disobedience to the king is treason and will also get ye hanged.”

Brianna eyed him narrowly, unable to quell her toe as it tapped the stone floor impatiently. “I dinnae want to marry.”

Well, there will be none to wed ye from the gallows.” He loomed over her, his expression darker still. “And I could have refused ye for yer lack of respect.”

“Lack of respect? I said naught that is not on any other’s tongue, m’laird.”

“Ye know naught of me or my past year in France.”

“Enough to know I dinnae want to be shackled to a skirt-chaser like yerself. I dinnae want such disrespect in my marriage, either!”

Conn exhaled a long breath. “Why are ye so against this marriage?”

“Are ye daft? What is there to recommend it?”

“The reivers—“

“Have stripped my clan of their wealth.”

“Yer dowry is of no importance to me. However, I do find myself in need of an heir.”

Furious, Brianna tossed her head. “Ye would do better to find a woman ye know will give ye one. I have no desire to be that woman.”

“Is that so?” The soft tone of his voice did not match the fire she saw in his eyes. She shook off the frisson of longing before it woke the passion his voice ignited in her, and did not flinch as she spoke the lie.

“Aye.”

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Jenna’s 411 ~ 4/15/2015

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Welcome back to another week’s installment of Jenna’s 411! 

Book Chat ~ Cover Reveal!

Beloveds banner_200x300It never rains but it pours! I have another cover reveal coming up shortly for my erotic medieval short story, Beloveds, in another week or so. In the mean time, I’m showing off the side banner my divine cover designer made for me.  Look for the real thing in a week or so!

On the Home Front ~  Another First!

American_redcross_2012_logoToday I managed to do something I’ve never done before, but have been trying to do for years!  Donate blood!  My hemoglobin has always been just barely too low for me to give before, but today was the magic day and I got to do my bit. I’ve never had to have a transfusion, but others in my family have, so I like the idea that I can give back. I’m not squeamish about blood or needles, so it was an almost painless process and much quicker than I thought.  I made it out in time to go teach my class! 🙂

 

Jenna Fun Fact of the Week

go-commando-3This may be TMI, but I have done a blog post on this: until recently I had never gone commando. And I still haven’t done it in public. But I have slept au naturelle a couple of times when it was very hot.  I believe I would die of shame if I went commando and stepped foot outside my house. I’d know everyone just knew! LOL

So, how’s your week been?

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Spotlight on Collette Cameron and Wagers Gone Awry

Wagers Gone Awry

Conundrums of the Misses Culpepper, Book I

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Publisher: Collette Cameron-Blue Rose Romance in Conjunction with Windtree Press

Brooke Culpepper resigned herself to spinsterhood when she turned down the only marriage proposal she’d likely ever receive to care for her family. After her father dies, a distant cousin inherits the estate and becomes their guardian but permits Brooke to act in his stead.

Heath, Earl of Ravensdale is none-too-pleased to discover five young women call the dairy farm he won and intends to sell, their home. Desperate, pauper poor, and with nowhere to go, Brooke proposes a wager. His stakes? The farm. Hers? Her virtue. The land holds no interest for Heath, but Brooke does and he accepts her challenge.

Brooke loses and her devastation is compounded when the cousin arrives, intending to haul the Culpepper misses off to London. Heath astounds himself and proposes in order to apply for guardianship of the other girls.

Does Brooke dare marry the handsome stranger who’d been bent on compromising her? Will Heath regret his impulsive gesture, or will unexpected love flourish?

Excerpt:

Lord Ravensdale’s women probably washed with perfumed soap. Expensive, perfumed bars from France. Pink or yellow, or maybe blue and shaped like flowers.

Why the notion rankled, Brooke refused to examine. Except, here she stood attired like a country bumpkin covered in dog and cat hair, with her curls tied in a haphazard knot and ink stains on her fingers. She couldn’t even provide his lordship a decent repast or light a candle to guide him to the study, let alone produce a dram of whisky or brandy to warm his insides.

Nonetheless, his favor they … she must win.

She straightened her spine, determined to act the part of a gracious hostess if it killed her.

“Sir, you should take off your coat. It’s soaked through.”

While his lordship busied himself removing his gloves, she studied him. High cheekbones gave way to a molded jaw and a mouth much too perfect to belong to a man. A small scar marred the left side of his square chin. How had he come by it?

She could almost envision him, grinning and legs braced, on the rolling deck of a pirate ship, the furious waves pounding against the vessel as the wind whipped his hair.

Stop it!

Hand on his sword, he would throw his head back and laugh, the corded muscles in his neck bulging; a man in command against nature’s wrath.

“The ride here turned most unpleasant.”

Lord Ravensdale’s melodic baritone sent her cavorting pirate plunging off the side of the fantasy ship and into the churning waves. Brooke clamped her teeth together. What ailed her? She’d never been prone to fanciful imaginations.

After tucking his wet gloves into his pocket, his lordship unbuttoned his tobacco-brown overcoat.

Almost the same color as his eyes.

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Collette CameronBestselling, award-winning author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master’s in Teaching. Author of the Castle Brides Series. Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series, and Conundrums of the Misses Culpepper Series, Collette writes Regency and Scottish historicals and makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and five mini-dachshunds. Mother to three and a self-proclaimed Cadbury Chocolate chocoholic, Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, trivia, and all things shabby chic and cobalt blue. You’ll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels.

Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.

 

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Medieval Monday with Ashley York

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Welcome back to Medieval Monday.  My guest today is medieval author Ashley York with her newest release, The Gentle Knight.

TheGentleKnight5_300BLURB: A medieval soldier returns home to find his lover died in childbirth just as his own mother had. Believing he is cursed, Peter of Normandy turns from love. When he must give escort to an Irish princess more noble than many knights, he struggles with his decision to live a solitary life. Can he take the chance that his love won’t be a death sentence and possibly make them stronger?

Padraig MacNaughton’s death-bed decree rips his daughter, Brighit, from the shelter of her protective clan in Ireland. Forced to take vows at a Priory in England, she finds herself in the hands of lecherous mercenaries with their own agendas. Dare she trust the Norman knight to see her safely to her new life as a nun? Even when she finds in him the fulfillment of all she’s ever wanted?

Or will honor and duty eclipse their one chance for happiness?

EXCERPT:. She had dreamed of him! All at once it came to her. He had taken her into his strong arms and held her tight against that hard body. Every muscle pressing into her. Then the touch of his warm lips sliding along her cheek to meet her mouth with a hungry kiss. Brighit had actually felt his lips on hers and that same heat swirled through her now.

She sighed. Yes. It was a very nice dream.

The shock of cold air accompanied with the sound of the curtain being dragged back had her eyes flying open. There in front of her was the man from the lake… the one in her very real dream. In the flash of a second, his eyes changed from wide with shock to a look she’d swear spoke of pleasure.

“And what is this?” He tipped his chin toward her, a knowing smile gracing his pleasing face.

Brighit covered herself. One arm across her breasts and one hand over her private parts. She felt like Eve posing in the Garden of Eden.

The sudden silence stole her breath away. She refused to confirm it but knew all eyes were on her.

“Do you mind?” Ivan’s voice cut through the awkward moment as he stood next to the carriage. He yanked the curtain from the fine-looking man’s hand, dropping it back in place. Brighit was again cocooned in darkness.

“Yours?” The man’s voice was low, resonating through her core. It was as appealing as his body.

She took a steadying breath, trying to calm her nerves enough to cover herself. She couldn’t have done a better job of calling attention to herself if she’d tried.

Just how many men were out there? How many men had seen her without so much as a stitch of clothing? She yanked the chemise down but it refused to cooperate. The sopping material bunched at her hips. She grabbed at her gown, her hands shaking with the rage coursing inside her.

That now familiar sound of fist-against-flesh cut through the silence.

An unfamiliar laugh. His laugh. A slight tremor responded through her insides.

“Mort,” the handsome man called to someone.

The indistinct image of a shorter man with a gaping mouth came to mind. “Yes, my lord?”

“I believe this man was about to take a terrible misstep with his fist. Does it seem to you these men have a certain…lack of knowledge?” he asked.

What arrogance!

Ivan’s angry face came to mind. She shivered. The handsome man did not know who he was dealing with.

“I would say that it does.” The shorter man was closer now.

“Mayhap some learning is required?”

“Do you believe it’s possible, my lord? Are they trainable?”

“They have a naked woman in a carriage while they fight out here over who will get her.”

She gasped, a soundless intake of air. Like a standard being dropped, the men talked at once. Tears threatened and a few leaked down her cheek. She wiped them away. She was only trying to clean herself not be fought over. Who was he to say such cruel things about her?

The morning had started out so promising. They’d had a nice time breaking their fast with very little interaction at all. Cole’s offer of extra water had come as a surprise but not one she wanted to miss.

Sudden silence. Brighit held her breath.

“And what would your name be?”

“I am called Ivan.”

“And this…young lady?”

This was just getting worse and worse. His words fairly dripped derision.

“Brighit.” She answered for herself albeit through a clenched jaw from within the carriage.

“Ireland? You’ve taken her from Ireland?”

Brighit was surprised at his ability to name where she’d come from. She wished she were still there… any place but here. This was infuriating. She could not go out there now. They may have imagined her naked and their occasional lustful glances assured her that they did. But to have them actually see her was beyond embarrassment. Embarrassment only increased by the fact that at least two of them weren’t even known to her.

“That I have.” Ivan’s smug voice drifted to her.

Whoreson!

“Please clothe yourself forthwith.”

He must be facing her now for he sounded very close. A warmth tingled up her spine. No! His voice may be low and quiet but there was nothing intimate about this situation. She struggled with the ties up the front of her dress.

“It’s what I’ve been trying to do.” Her irritation came through in her tone of voice. Good!

“And I wonder why you have not been successful thus far.” He had the nerve to sound irritated? “Just do it… and be quick about it.”

Arrogance oozed from the man!

“Yes, my lord.” She clipped her words, struggling with her wimple, and hoped her sarcasm carried through the curtain.

“Hurry up.”

“I am hurrying!” Her thick hair refused to cooperate but she was not about to go out there with so much as a single strand visible.

The man cleared his throat. Brighit would like to take a knife to it. He may be pleasant to look at but his manners lacked even the slightest courtesy.

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 4/12/15 Only Marriage Will Do

 

 

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors!

I’m back again this week  with more of my soon to be released Georgian historical Only Marriage Will Do.

This is the second book in The House of Pleasure series, the next book after Only Scandal Will Do in which we will find out just what happened to the Marquess of Dalbury’s sister, Juliet.  There has been some very creative punctuation demonstrated in this snippet this week to make it 8 sentences. Please forgive the awkwardness and run-on sentences. 🙂

In my snippet this week, I’m back-tracking to earlier in the novel. Juliet has just asked Amiable to  play along and pose as her husband to get rid of the man who claims to be her husband.

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“May I suggest you apologize, my lord, unless you wish to meet me tomorrow morning?” Amiable pointed his sword tip at St. Cyr’s mouth. “I will be much obliged to cut that offensive tongue out at your earliest convenience.” At last action he could take satisfaction in. He’d savor the anticipation of such a meeting.

St. Cyr paled a trifle as he looked from him to Juliet. “Forgive me, mon ange,” he addressed her, “for recalling past intimacies that should have remained in the memories of just us two.”

Not the most contrite plea for forgiveness, but nothing more seemed forthcoming, so reluctantly, he executed a slight bow, acknowledged the dubious apology, and sheathed his blade.

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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.

Only Marriage Will Do is on pre-order at Amazon and Barnes & Noble!

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

 

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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Cover Reveal ~ Only Marriage Will Do ~ Final Excerpt

And a final new excerpt for Friday! Taking a page from a friend’s post called Friday Flames, this excerpt is a bit hotter than the rest!  Enjoy!

ONLY MARRIAGE WILL DO

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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.

At this point in the story, Amiable has rebuffed Juliet’s flirtation him, leaving her despondent and him repentant.  So he’s come to her room to make amends and finds himself  “bowing to the inevitable.”

Excerpt:

As he lifted his mouth toward hers, a tingle of anticipation skittered across her lips. Had, in fact, started to generate a fire of their own from within. Then his lips took hers, all the warmth and desire she had hoped for there, in that first touch.

Slowly, patiently, he caressed her mouth. He drew her closer, in body and soul, until she lay in his arms, cradled like a baby. Warm and safe, even though in the arms of a virtual stranger. He didn’t feel like a stranger, but familiar, like coming home after a long absence.

He left her and whispered, “Better now?” Then he resumed the kiss before she could even nod.

Deepening the kiss, he slid his tongue into the depths of her mouth. She tasted the wine from dinner and an underlying sweetness that had nothing to do with spirits but rather with his essence. Heat rose all over her body, seeping into her from every point where they touched. She stretched in his lap, slipped her arms around his neck, and drew him closer to her. Savored every single moment of indescribable pleasure. And wanted more.

She ran her fingers up into the silky, disheveled hair at his nape and pressed him to her, greedy for the feel of him. Her lips rubbed against his, slow and sensuous. With her tongue she chased his, now shy, now bold, until she unexpectedly plunged it into his mouth, eliciting a startled groan from him.

He clutched her to him then broke away to again whisper in her ear. “My love.”

“Amiable” was all she could manage before she pulled him back to her.

“No, my dear. Wait.” He sat her up and slid her off his lap but kept her close, his arm around her, her head nestled on his shoulder.

“Amiable.” She reached across him, inadvertently brushing her hand over his abdomen.

“Juliet.” He grabbed it and placed it on his chest. “I warn you, love, I am no saint.”

She pulled herself up until she stared into the smoldering blue eyes. “Then be a sinner, my dear.”

Amiable groaned and grabbed her head, crushed her lips against his again with a ferocity that stole her breath.

He wanted her, every bit as much as she wanted him. So be it. With a sigh of bliss, she abandoned herself to him.

Only Marriage Will Do is available for pre-order

on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

To celebrate the cover reveal, all week-long I’ll be posting different snippets from Only Marriage Will Do, and each day I’ll be offering a copy of Only Scandal Will Do, the first book in the series, to a commenter on this blog who tells me that they want a copy and who signs up for my newsletter.  Winners will be announced on next week’s Jenna’s 411 (April 15).

Thanks so much for coming to my cover reveal! Please spread the word about my gorgeous cover. Tweets and Facebook shares are greatly appreciated!

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Cover Reveal ~ Only Marriage Will Do ~ New Excerpt

As promised, another new excerpt for today!

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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.

At his point in the story, Amiable has rebuffed Juliet’s flirtation him, leaving her despondent and him repentant.

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 is available for pre-order

on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

To celebrate the cover reveal, all week-long I’ll be posting different snippets from Only Marriage Will Do, and each day I’ll be offering a copy of Only Scandal Will Do, the first book in the series, to a commenter on this blog who tells me that they want a copy and who signs up for my newsletter.  Winners will be announced on next week’s Jenna’s 411 (April 15).

Thanks so much for coming to my cover reveal! Please spread the word about my gorgeous cover. Tweets and Facebook shares are greatly appreciated!

 

 

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Jenna’s 411 ~ 4/07/2015

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Welcome back to another week’s installment of Jenna’s 411! 

Book Chat ~ Cover Reveal!

Marriage 2It’s finally here!  On Monday, at long last, I revealed the cover for my June release, Only Marriage Will Do. What do you think? I really love it, so romantic. I may very well keep it as my banner for my blog!

And as promised, here’s another excerpt from Only Marriage Will Do.  We are a little further along in the book. Juliet has fled the threat of Viscount St. Cyr, heading north to her brother’s estate near Scotland. She stops for the night in a coaching inn some ways out of London:

 

Excerpt:

The clock on the mantle chimed the quarter-hour. After one o’clock in the morning and, despite the excitement of the day, her escape from London, her afternoon nap and its disturbing dream, Juliet still couldn’t sleep.

After almost an hour of tossing and turning in her wretched bed, she’d sent Glynis to the kitchen to see if they had kept hot water over the fire. Perhaps a bath would soothe her enough to make sleep possible. Had she brought her lavender oil? So calming. Surely that would help.

She slipped on her robe and padded to her traveling trunk at the end of the bed. She lifted the lid and pulled out the box that held her soaps and perfumes. As she checked the vials, a tentative knock sounded at the door.

“Come in, Glynis.” She uncapped a vial and sniffed the contents. Jasmine. No. Not for the bath.

The door opened.

“Are they bringing the tub? I think the lavender oil will help me relax.”

“Very good, my lady.” The deep masculine voice froze her, vial in hand.

Her head snapped up.

A towering male figure stood shadowed in the doorway.

Dear God, Philippe had found her.

“Or is it Mrs. Dawson perhaps?”

No accent. He was not Philippe. A hired thug sent to kidnap her?

Strength drained away. She dropped the box and whirled around, seeking a way out of the room that suddenly seemed to close in on her.

Bottles crashed and the reek of jasmine filled the room. Juliet shrieked and stumbled back behind the bed. Trapped. Easy prey.

The man raced toward her, calling out something she couldn’t hear for the blood pounding in her ears. The candle he carried blew out. He cursed and reached for her.

“Nooo! Get away. Don’t touch me.” Slapping at his hands, she twisted to avoid him and landed with a thud, flat on her back. Air rushed out of her lungs.

He sped around the end of the bed.

She struggled to scream for Glynis, but produced only a high-pitched squeak.

The man knelt beside her.

Dear Lord, where was her rescuer now?

 

On the Home Front ~  Happy Birthday!

Precious BirthdayOn Sunday we celebrated a very special birthday in our family. Our cat, Precious, is now 22 years old!  We discovered her in a litter of kittens whose mother had died and whose owners had divorced and quit living at the house. They were about to starve and we took all five in. Precious is the last one living. Happy Birthday, sweet girl! We celebrated with chocolate cake for the humans and liver and catnip mice for the Kitty of Honor.

 

Jenna Fun Fact of the Week

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This year for Easter I made a major sacrifice: I gave up bagels for Lent. Not the supreme sacrifice I have done in the past of either coffee or tea, but still high on my list of indispensable foods. So now they are back on my breakfast table (I’ve had one every morning since Easter) and I’m a very happy woman again. My absolute favorite is the everything bagel, but unfortunately I haven’t found them in a gluten-free bagel. But I have onion, berry and sourdough, as well as plain, so I’m not complaining at all!

So, how’s your week been?

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Cover Reveal ~ Only Marriage Will Do Excerpt

As promised, a new excerpt for today!

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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: (Continued from yesterday)

London July 2, 1761

Amiable froze. This woman had married Katarina’s brother? If so, he certainly had an obligation to protect her. But where the devil was Jack? He bowed to the man and said simply, “My lord.”

“Philippe and I were betrothed for a short time last year, my dear. Before the scandal put an end to it.” Trembling, she stared St. Cyr down.

“That was none of my doing, Juliet. My father broke the betrothal, not I.” He spoke English with a cultured French accent and gave an impassioned plea that wavered by the end.

“Then I must write a letter of gratitude to the Count de Mallain.” Juliet rubbed her wrist, glanced at St. Cyr, and drew closer to Amiable’s side. The afternoon sun glinted off a tear in the gold trim of her rose gown. “He saved me from making a dire mistake.”

“Juliet, how can you say such things?” St. Cyr grasped his walking stick and twisted the knob. “We are meant to be together, chérie. I thought of nothing but you the whole long year we have been apart.”

“That is hardly your concern now, my lord. The lady is my wife and however much you may regret losing her, I must ask you to refrain from such statements of affection lest it become a matter of honor.” He itched to lay his hand to his sword again but did not wish for the situation to escalate. Yet.

“Oh, but it is my concern, my lord.” The Frenchman stalked toward them, one deliberate step after another. “I have the prior claim to dear Juliet. In fact, I must insist you remove your hands from my wife immediately.”

“Your wife?” Amiable scowled at the Frenchman, although his resolve slipped. Had he stuck his nose into a proper quarrel between husband and wife? Would he never learn to control his impetuous nature? Certainly not if it concerned a woman in distress, it seemed. He pushed Juliet behind him.

“You must stop saying that, Philippe. I am not your wife.” Tears glistened, and she blinked them back.

He admired courage in a woman. She might not be his Katarina, but she deserved his protection nonetheless.

“Why would you claim such a thing, man?” he demanded. “Juliet and I were married properly, with the banns read and in a church.” He prayed she had given the man no particulars before he had arrived.

“Our ceremony was no less proper. The magistrate performed it before witnesses.”

“Why have you not spoken to me of this, my dear?” Give the woman her head. He’d become quite interested himself in what had transpired.

“I never married him, Jack. You must believe me.” She sank her fingers into his arm in a death grip as her eyes sent a desperate plea for his confidence in her. “I never spoke my vows to him.”

“You did not need to, ma petite, as you well know. Jeanette spoke them for you,” St. Cyr snapped, his voice loud in the small room.

Lord, give me strength… “Who is Jeanette? If she spoke the vows, then you are married to her, my lord. Not Lady Manning.”

St. Cyr sneered. “The Marquess of Dalbury sent Jeanette Valois to France as proxy so his sister and I could marry despite the circumstances. When my father broke the betrothal, I acted against his wishes and went through with the ceremony with Jeanette standing in for Juliet.” St. Cyr leered at her. “So you see, I am your true husband as I have the prior claim. Even though secret, the marriage is valid. You belong to me.” He reached for Juliet’s hand.

 

Only Marriage Will Do is available for pre-order

on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

To celebrate the cover reveal, all week-long I’ll be posting different snippets from Only Marriage Will Do, and each day I’ll be offering a copy of Only Scandal Will Do, the first book in the series, to a commenter on this blog who tells me that they want a copy and who signs up for my newsletter.  Winners will be announced on next week’s Jenna’s 411 (April 15).

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Cover Reveal ~ Only Marriage Will Do by Jenna Jaxon

At long last, I am very, VERY happy to reveal the cover for my next Georgian romance

ONLY MARRIAGE WILL DO

Marriage 2

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 the 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 for pre-order

on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

To celebrate the cover reveal, all week-long I’ll be posting different snippets from Only Marriage Will Do, and each day I’ll be offering a copy of Only Scandal Will Do, the first book in the series, to a commenter on this blog who tells me that they want a copy and who signs up for my newsletter.  Winners will be announced on next week’s Jenna’s 411 (April 15).

Thanks so much for coming to my cover reveal! Please spread the word about my gorgeous cover. Tweets and Facebook shares are greatly appreciated!

 

 

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