Reading Christmas Stories!

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You know I love my Halloween stories, but I also love my Christmas ones. Right now I am reading the Christmas at Castle Keyvnor series (which I’ve already posted a couple of reviews for) which I love because they still have the spooky feel.

I’m almost finished with Enchanted at Christmas and then I have one more to go. I have read this all out of order by accident, but the way they are done it’s not a big deal.

I hope the Castle Keyvnor stories will continue after these.

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Review: The Earl Who Loved Her (The Honorable Scoundrels #2) by Sophie Barnes

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The Earl Who Loved Her by Sophie Barnes

My Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤

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Blurb

A chance meeting…

Eve Potter can hardly wait to arrive at Amberly Hall for the Christmas season! The hope is that she will make a match with an eligible gentleman. But as fate would have it, she misses the coach that is sent to collect her from her point of arrival, and starts out on foot…only to go in the wrong direction. Nearly frozen, she arrives at Blackhall, where she is invited inside and introduced to the master of the house, the Earl of Ravenworth. Eve is smitten, for he is beyond handsome, which makes him a temptation she must avoid. But can she…?

Bryce Harlowe lives as a recluse, shunned by Society and even his own family after being accused of taking a scandalous transgression. The young woman at his door cannot stay at Blackhall less her reputation be ruined. And yet, when the pesky winter climate leaves them snowed in together at Blackhall, Bryce and Eve grow closer, each discovering a mutual respect and longing for the other. Until Bryce’s past is revealed, threatening to rip apart their newfound love…

My Review

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Another great short read! I love that it picks up around the same time as the first one and continues with her sister. I was going crazy wanting to know what he had been accused of and was totally shocked by the truth. It was clear from the moment they met that they both would be fighting themselves. I loved the ending and her friend.

Eve is not as shy and quiet as you think she is. Once she started speaking her mind and easily spoke about her family I loved her. She knew the real him and wouldn’t believe stories or give up easily.

Bryce sealed himself off from the world and his family because what happened. I loved him right away because he said what he thought and was very open most of the time. He needed someone and a reason to fight and prove himself innocent.

 

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The Earl Who Loved Her

The Honorable Scoundrels
by Sophie Barnes
Publication Date: November 14, 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance

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A chance meeting…
Eve Potter can hardly wait to arrive at Amberly Hall for the Christmas season! The hope is that she will make a match with an eligible gentleman. But as fate would have it, she misses the coach that is sent to collect her from her point of arrival and starts out on foot…only to go in the wrong direction. Nearly frozen, she arrives at BlackHall, where she is invited inside and introduced to the master of the house, the Earl of Ravenworth. Eve is smitten, for he is beyond handsome, which makes him a temptation she must avoid. But can she…?

Bryce Harlowe lives as a recluse, shunned by Society and even his own family after being accused of a scandalous transgression. The young woman at his door cannot stay at Blackhall less her reputation be ruined. And yet, when the pesky winter climate leaves them snowed in together at Blackhall, Bryce and Eve grow closer, each discovering a mutual respect and longing for the other. Until Bryce’s past is revealed, threatening to rip apart their newfound love…

Excerpt

Bryce Elliot Harlowe, Earl of Ravenworth, was preparing to enjoy the brandy he’d poured when a knock at the door brought his butler into the library. “My Lord,” Radcliff said, “a woman has arrived.”

Does she have a name?” Bryce asked. He glanced across at his favorite chair. Enjoying a peaceful moment of reading by the fire would clearly have to wait.

Miss Potter. She says she is here to see Mrs. Havisham.”

Then she must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.” The Havisham home was six miles in the opposite direction.

I wish to know if I might offer her the use of your carriage. It is almost dark outside, you see, and it has started to snow. Sending a young woman back out without escort would not sit well with me.”

Bryce had to agree. It wouldn’t be right to send any woman away again under such circumstances, no matter her age. “Have Peter make the necessary preparations, and in the meantime, please ask Miss Potter to join me.” He received few visitors these days and was starting to grow weary of his isolation.

Very well, my lord.” Radcliff left, returning moments later with a woman who stood encased in a long black pelisse. She wore a floppy bonnet which dipped across her forehead, concealing her eyes. Several shawls were wrapped tightly across her shoulders and chest. “May I present Miss Potter?”

The woman attempted a curtsy even as she shivered, which prompted Bryce to step forward quickly and guide her toward the fireplace. Once there, he took a step back and sketched a short bow. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Potter. I am the Earl of Ravenworth.”

She tipped her chin up, her surprise unmistakable. It encompassed her entire face. But what caught his attention the most were her dark blue eyes. They left him completely dazed. Radcliff coughed, pulling Bryce out of his trance and enabling him to gather his wits. He turned toward his butler. “Please arrange for some tea and sandwiches to be brought up and—”

Miss Potter sneezed and then she sneezed again. And a third time.

Oh dear,” she murmured as she took a step closer to the fire.

Oh dear, indeed.

Bryce gave her an assessing look before addressing Radcliff once more. “I believe we should get her out of her wet pelisse and hang it to dry in the kitchen next to the stove. The same goes for her shawls.”

Yes, my lord.” Radcliff, being the practical, no-nonsense man he was, crossed to where Miss Potter was standing and held out his hand. “If you’ll please give me your outerwear, miss.”

Miss Potter hesitated. She glanced at Bryce, who gave her a reassuring nod. “We would hate for you to catch a cold,” he said. “Such a thing could very well ruin your Christmas.”

That seemed to get her cooperation. Her fingers quickly untied her shawls and peeled them away before going to work on the buttons of her pelisse. This garment came off too, revealing an equally black dress. But not without hinting at a slender yet curvaceous form. Beneath the other layers of clothing, her breasts had been undefined and unremarkable. Now, their rounded curves stood out, drawing Bryce’s attention in a way that made him wish she would keep on undressing.

Of course she didn’t. But she did take off her bonnet as well, exposing a pile of blonde curls that appeared to have been twisted and pinned down by force. It made him wonder what her hair might look like if it were set free – allowed to fall down over her shoulders and…

He swallowed and turned away, grabbing his glass and tossing back his brandy before swinging around to face Radcliff. “That will be all for now.”

 About Sophie Barnes

Born in Denmark, Sophie has spent her youth traveling with her parents to wonderful places all around the world. She’s lived in five different countries, on three different continents, and speaks Danish, English, French, Spanish and Romanian.

She has studied design in Paris and New York and has a bachelor’s degree from Parson’s School of design, but most impressive of all – she’s been married to the same man three times, in three different countries and in three different dresses.

While living in Africa, Sophie turned to her lifelong passion – writing.

When she’s not busy, dreaming up her next romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, swimming, cooking, gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading. She currently lives on the East Coast.

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Excerpt Reveal for A Scottish Lord for Christmas by Lauren Smith

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Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: December 5, 2017

Synopsis

The best gifts come wrapped in a kilt…
Beautiful Lady Rowena Pepperwirth can have any man her heart desires. Unfortunately no gentleman has elicited even the slightest flutter—until she meets the brooding Lord Forres at a holiday house party. With just one look at the dashing Scottish lord, Rowena suddenly knows what she wants for Christmas.
Quinn MacCauley, Lord Forres, is in need of a wife. When he meets the lovely Lady Rowena, he knows she’ll be a good mother to his daughter and a capable household manager. But Quinn doesn’t count on Rowena being the most tempting woman he’s ever met. He’s determined not to risk his heart, but Rowena’s just as determined to give him the greatest holiday gift of all—a chance at true love.

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As much as he wished it weren’t true, he wanted to hold her deep into the night. It was one of the things he had dearly missed as a widower. There was no woman who belonged to him, no woman who he could tuck into his side and sleep with. Surely it would not be a bad thing to let himself have this one little joy in life.
We will sleep, nothing more. I hope. Even as he thought this, his mind replayed their wedding night, how wonderful it felt to have her beneath him, to taste her lips, to feel her body grip him tightly as they chased the building waves of pleasure.
“Thank you, Quinn.” Rowena was kissing him again and he lost control in a mere instant.
He rotated their bodies and pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring her curves, shaping the flare of her hips and the softness of her breasts. She arched into him, nipping at his lips playfully. He loved that about her, how she made him feel young and happy again. Losing Maura had aged him a decade, but being with Rowena, and her teasing kisses and playful nibbles, resurrected the ghosts of his youthful passions.
Years of practice had him lifting her up and carrying her to his bedroom. They only bumped into one wall and it was his arm he knocked into the wood paneling. With a little curse at the pain, he finally reached the bed and dropped her onto it. The woman was giggling. Quinn climbed up the bed over her and his clever wife was already working at the buttons on his waistcoat and peeling it off his shoulders. When she reached for his trousers, he gently pushed her hands away so he could get them off faster. Desire fogged his head, and his lips curved into a boyish grin that couldn’t be helped.
“You’re so lovely,” he whispered as he bent to kiss her. His hands rucked her skirts up to her thighs and he growled in frustration at all the fabric preventing him from reaching what he needed most.
Laughing, Rowena lifted her bottom so he could push the skirts to her waist. He covered one stocking-clad knee with his palm, urging her to part her legs as he tugged at her drawers. There was something wonderfully sinful about taking a woman fully clothed.
They shared a moan as he sank into her welcoming heat. She was damned tight, but wet and hot enough to burn him.
As he thrust into her deeper, their hips jerked together. She whimpered and threw her head back. Pins scattered as her blond hair broke free of the elaborate coiffure and rippled across the dark blue coverlet. Something inside him, a dark animal side, broke free. He didn’t want to hold back, not any longer. He covered Rowena’s mouth with his, kissing hard, giving her no chance to breathe as he drove into her again and again. He didn’t want to think about how he desired her, about how being with her like this drove him mad with hunger. It was like nothing else he’d ever experienced. When he was inside her, he couldn’t think past his next breath, the next surge back into her body, and how good it felt when she squeezed him with her inner muscles. His heart beat thunderously and boomed against his eardrums.
Her palms slid over his body, clawing at the shirt he still wore. They’d not gotten past his trousers and her undergarments. And he didn’t care. He needed more…he needed…Panting, he lifted up off her and rolled her over onto her stomach, raising her dress over her bare bottom. He gripped her hips, repositioned himself, and thrust back into her from behind. Rowena hissed in surprise and dug into the blankets as she stifled a low moan.
That never-ending sense of madness and the need to connect to her kept pulsing through him and he rammed into her over and over.
He was aware, dimly, of her coming apart beneath him by the sounds of her muffled cries. Quinn didn’t bother to do the same. He came with a shout and an exhalation as his body went limp. Doing his best to not crush her, he collapsed onto the bed and kept her tucked against him. Her bare bottom still rubbed against his groin and he moaned in lethargic pleasure.
Rowena was quiet, except for her shallow, quick breaths. His stomach clenched in sudden worry and he leaned over her, cupping her face to turn it toward his. Tears coated her lashes and her eyes were a little red.
“Rowena, lass, are you all right?” His voice roughened as his anxiety deepened. He’d hurt her? Been too rough? Bloody barbarian, I am…
“I’m fine,” she whispered. “I…well…it was so intense. I didn’t know…” Her cheeks were red as fresh cranberries.
“Aye, it can be intense.” He paused, wondering how to explain what they’d experienced. He’d been married and in love before. He knew from experience that sex with someone you loved was overwhelming, not just physically but emotionally. If Rowena was feeling that way now, she was falling in with love with him. He’d known she would fall for him. She was too open, too young and sweet not to fall for her husband. And what truly worried him was how powerful his feelings for her had been, still were…
“Have I upset you?” She tried to smile, but her lips quivered. It made something deep inside him stir, like a bird in its nest after winter had passed. It was strange…he had not felt…what it was he could not readily identify.
“I’m not upset,” he promised, and against his better judgment he bent his head to hers for a slow, lingering kiss that burned clear through him like shafts of winter sunlight piercing clouds.
“I forgot how young you are.” He smiled. Ten years felt like a lifetime between them in moments like this.
Her face was still dark with uncertainty and yet he didn’t know what to say to put her at ease.

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  USA TODAY Bestselling author LAUREN SMITH is an Oklahoma attorney by day, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She knew she was destined to be a romance writer when she attempted to re-write the entire Titanic movie just to save Jack from drowning. Connecting with readers by writing emotionally moving, realistic and sexy romances no matter what time period is her passion. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including: New England Reader’s Choice Awards, Greater Detroit BookSeller’s Best Awards, Amazon.com Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-Finalist and a Semi-Finalist for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award.

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ARC Review: A Scandalous Destiny (Scandalous, #7) by Ava Stone

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A Scandalous Destiny by Ava Stone

Releasing November 14, 2017

My Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤

Spice Level: 💋💋💋

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Blurb

THE HEIR TO AN EARLDOM RETURNS…
Major Gabriel Prideaux returns to England to find his claim to the earldom as tenuous as ever, his brother in a lunatic asylum, and his oldest friend guarding the streets at night as the Covent Guard. At every turn, there is another catastrophe just waiting for Gabe, but being home after many years away, he finds that his thoughts keep returning to the one girl he’s always loved, especially when he stumbles upon her in a most surprising place and in an even more surprising attire.
…STILL IN LOVE WITH THE ONE LADY HE CAN NEVER HAVE
Miss Sophia Hampton has always been reckless, but no more so than when she dons a pageboy outfit to sneak into her cousin’s bachelor lodgings to beg for his help with their dictatorial grandfather. However, the last person she ever expected to find upon her arrival was Gabriel Prideaux. How unfortunate that her heart still beats for him even after all these years, especially considering the way he left her and never looked back.

My Review

*I received a copy from the author in exchange for my honest review

Another amazing read from Ava! I couldn’t put it down until I finished it. I was hooked from the start with his brother and her dressing like a pageboy. I could not figure out why her father was the way he was to him until it was revealed and that was a twist I didn’t see coming at all. I didn’t expect her to do what she did when he was leaving or their wedding that is a favorite of mine. I never saw the twist about his brother’s treasure coming or everything that came from it. This was one I didn’t want to end, but the epilogue is my all time favorite.

Sophia is determined to know what her father isn’t telling her and to help her cousin. I loved her as soon as she talked to her father and how she knew how to get what she wanted. She didn’t hide her feelings and didn’t care what others thought about everything. She is a favorite.

Gabe had been told a shocking secret four years ago and then returns shocked to find his brother dying. I knew I was going to love him because of how much he cared about his brother. He tried so hard to protect everything and everyone, but it was going to destroy him. He is also a favorite of mine.

This is a must read and all time favorite.

In The Spotlight: Caroline Warfield’s Roses in Picardy (part of the Never Too Late box set)

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It’s time for a spotlight post! This time it’s for Caroline Warfield’s Roses in Picardy which is part of an interesting box set called Never Too Late. Keep reading for info on her story and the box set plus some amazing pictures.

We are currently in the centennial of The Great War, the war to end all wars, that sad failure that led to a Second World War and endless conflict in the Middle East. Caroline Warfield presents a story of light in the midst of despair set in 1916. When hope begins to flicker out, love still catches fire. It is never too late.

On a trip to Amiens a few years ago I fell in love with les hortillonnages, the city’s famous “floating islands” along the river that generations used as the garden basket of the city, growing vegetables and flowers on little plots, set in a maze of canals, many dotted with colorfully painted cottages. A leisurely cruise through them with Amien’s massive medieval cathedral visible in the distance filled me with peace. That horrific battles had been fought nearby seemed unreal.

Photos of the battle scarred Valley of the Somme in 1916 show trees stripped of leaves or any sign of life, men coated with mud, war machines of all kinds, and endless trenches. Yet, a few miles away lay the city of Amiens, it’s great cathedral enshrouded in sandbags, and its floating islands. How could a soldier who stumbled out of the trenches fail to be drawn to les hortillonnages?

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Roses in Picardy by Caroline Warfield

In the darkness of war, hope flickers. In the gardens of Picardy, love catches fire.

Blurb

After two years at war, Harry is out of metaphors for death, synonyms for brown and images for darkness. Color among the floating islands of Amiens and life in the form of a widow and her little sin surprise him with hope.

Rosemarie Legrand’s husband died, leaving her a tiny son, no money, and a savaged reputation. She struggles to simply feed the boy and has little to offer a lonely soldier.

 

Excerpt

A blast of wind sent an icy draft against the back of her neck. Their cottage, like most of those in les hortillonnages, was never built to withstand winter winds. It had been her father’s summer garden, a place of refuge from the city in hot weather. Poor Papa, long gone now. He used tiny the woodstove on the occasional cool evening. Rosemarie needed it constantly as the weather turned nasty.

Marcel sat on a rug protected from the stove by their kitchen table, overturned to serve as a barricade while she cleaned their dishes. Their aging hens had presented her with extra eggs as a Christmas gift, and he had eaten his enthusiastically. Another went into a tiny cake. She had no butter for it, but she had saved her last bit of sugar in anticipation. Marcel loved it.

The boy seemed to respect the barricade, but she knew better than to turn away for long. She suspected he would spend much of the winter tied to his chair to protect him from both falls and the hot stove.

The little boy waved the sheep at her. “Sheep,” he said, pulling himself to his feet and pointing to the crèche Rosemarie had arranged on a trunk in the far corner.

The figures were plain; her father had carved them from dark wood and left them unpainted, but they were dear to Rosemarie. She knelt with him in front of it, and he immediately pointed to the mother. Naming the figures had become a favorite game.

Mar’,” he said.

Yes. Marie,” Rosemarie told him. “And this?”

‘osif,” he said.

So it went through the figures.

am’l,” he said, naming the kings’ camel. He turned to the other side. “Sheep,” he said, handing over the one in his hand. She put it at the feet of one of the shepherds. He pointed to the little figure. “’arry,” he said.

Yes,” she whispered. “Harry.”

She had given up trying to get him to say shepherd. The straw sheep had been his Christmas gift, presented after supper. That and warm mittens were all she had to give. The boy seemed happy enough, and his joy was her gift.

Shall we tell the story?” she asked.

He nodded solemnly and raised his arms to be carried.

She righted the table with one hand holding Marcel on her other hip, brought the lantern to the table, and removed Harry’s Bible from the windowsill. Rosemarie couldn’t read English, but that didn’t matter. An artist blessed this edition with ink drawings, and Rosemarie knew the stories that went with each. The stories and the drawings together enchanted her son. She snuggled Marcel close and pulled the Bible over, opening it to Luke. A series of drawings preceded the gospel.

Look at the angels, Marcel. Tonight is a night for angels.”

Sheep.”

Yes, the angels are singing to the shepherds and their sheep,” she told him. “When the Christ child was born, angels appeared to—”

Knocking on their door made her heart pound; she gasped and grabbed her son so tightly he yelped his indignation. She surged to her feet.

Who is there?” she shouted through the wood, one hand on her heart.

Pere Noel,” a familiar voice replied.

An angel…

Character Bio: Henry Randolph Wheatly

Henry Randolph Wheatly answers to nothing but Harry. His quiet Calgary parents gave him Character; his grandparents gave him joy when he ran free on their Saskatchewan farm. At twenty, heartsick over a self-centered girl, he left university to enlist. In two the two years since, he has survived the Battle of the Somme and the hell of the trenches, and is set to endure more of the same.

Character Bio: Rosemarie Jacques

The only joy Rosemarie Jacques had from her marriage to Raoul Legrand was the sone she finally bore ten years after the dark day they married. When Raoul went to war, it was a relief. His death might have set her free, if he had not died with lies on his lips, leaving her a legacy of disgrace and shame. Living hand-to-mouth on a tiny island in the hortillonages of Amiens, she does her best to endure.

About Caroline Warfield

Caroline Warfield has been many things. Now retired to the urban wilds of Eastern Pennsylvania, she divides her time between writing and seeking adventures with her grandbuddy and the prince among men she married. Her new series sends the children of the heroes of her earlier books to seek their own happiness in the far-flung corners of the British Empire.

 

Here is a picture of the stripped trees along the Somme in 1916, Caroline’s own pictures of les hortillonnages (the floating islands), and a vintage 1920 postcard.

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Never Too Late by Bluestocking Belles

Eight original stories on a single troupe set across eight centuries. It is never too late for love.

Blurb

Eight authors and eight different takes on four dramatic elements selected by our readers-an older heroine, a wise man, a bible, and a compromising situation that isn’t.

Set in a variety of locations around the world over eight centuries, welcome to the romance of the Bluestocking Belles’ 2017 Holiday and More Anthology.

It’s Never Too Late to find love.

25% of proceeds benefit the Malala Fund.

The Stories of Never Too Late

1181 The Piper’s Lady by Sherry Ewing

True love binds them. Deceit divides them. Will they choose love?

1358

Her Wounded Heart by Nicole Zoltack

A solitary widow, a landless, knight, and a crumbling castle.

1645
A Year Without Christmas by Jessica Cale

An earl and his housekeeper face their feelings for one another in the midst of the English Civil War.
1795

The Night of the Feast by Elizabeth Ellen Carter

One night to risk it all in the midst of the French Revolution.
1814

The Umbrella Cronicles: George & Dorothea’s Story by Amy Quinton

The Umbrella Strikes Again: St. Vincent’s downfall (aka betrothal) is assured.

1814

A Malicious Rumor by Susana Ellis

A harmonious duo is better than two lonely solos for a violinist and a lady gardener.
1886

Forged in Fire by Jude Knight

Forged in volcanic fore, their love will create them anew.
1916

Roses in Picardy by Caroline Warfield

In the darkness of war, hope flickers. In the gardens of Picardy, love catches fire.

The Bluestocking Belles

The Bluestocking Belles (the “BellesInBlue”) are eight very different writers united by a love of history and a history of writing about love. From sweet to steamy, from light-hearted fun to dark tortured tales full of angst, from London ballrooms to country cottages to the sultan’s seraglio, one or more of us will have a tale to suit your tastes and mood.

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First Look Celebration for The Lord Meets His Lady by Gina Conkle

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Can the scoundrel second son, Lord Marcus Bowles, and Genevieve Turner, a woman of ill-repute, find happiness? Or will his roguish ways and her dark past forever tear them apart? Fans of Tessa Dare’s Twice Tempted by a Rogue will love this sensual read releasing December 2017 from Sourcebooks Casablanca.

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About The Lord Meets His Lady:

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Author: Gina Conkle

Genre: Historical Romance

Release Date: December 5, 2017

Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca

Series: Midnight Meetings

Format: Digital eBook / Print

Print ISBN: 9781492651901

Digital ISBN: 9781402294341

Synopsis:

Lord Marcus Bowles has stained his family’s reputation for the last time. Only after spending a scandal-free year restoring some far-flung property can this second son return in good graces. But Marcus isn’t one to abandon a lone damsel on a dark country lane.

One stolen kiss and Genevieve Turner’s handsome midnight savior disappears. Typical. No matter, Gen is finally on the way to her new post, and hopefully to finding her grandmother as well. Instead she finds her mischievous hero is her new employer. Surely a few more kisses won’t hurt…

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Excerpt:

He grabbed the papers, getting an eyeful of his housekeeper. Fresh arousal stiffened his cock. Tiny moisture beads clung to her breasts, shining like diamonds on ample cleavage. Her shift’s white tie dangled over her bodice, begging to be pulled.

If he wasn’t careful, he’d press his mouth to hers and cry defeat.

His hips shifted, sloshing water in the tub. “The thing is what we have is like a game of Fox and Geese. Are you familiar with the board game?”

A sweet laugh erupted. “Fox and Geese? Yes, I’ve seen it. Pray tell, what do you mean?”

Well, I’m the fox, outnumbered and outflanked by you.”

Because of this morning.”

His gaze dipped to her pretty bosom. He was the worst kind of wastrel; everyone expected it of him.

Why not give in?

Sweat trickled down his temple, owing nothing to the hot bath. Miss Turner had to know he’d be putty in her hands if she crooked her finger at him.

I’m not skilled with household matters.” He forced himself to look higher.

Dark lashes fringed her patient, knowing eyes.

He grinned aware he was caught ogling her. “You got the best of me, going on attack at the crack of dawn, no less. Very unsporting of you.”

It was well past dawn,” she corrected. “But do go on. This is quite interesting.”

Her chin rested in her hand. She was close enough he could count the freckles on her nose. Miss Turner was pretty but not in the conventional sense. Her jaw was too square, her eyes too dark, and her stature tall for most men, but her body housed a soul older than her years and he wanted to lose himself in her.

Fighting for clarity, he tapped the folded papers. “I have here something to even things out. A negotiation piece.”

In our game of Fox and Geese.” Her voice dipped with humor. “And here I thought we were all about cleaning up your unsightly cottage.”

A minor detail. Life is about the dance between men and women.”

A vicar’s wisdom, I’m sure.”

Firelight illuminated Miss Turner’s hair, the effect like honeyed threads. Desire shocked his system again, the jolt reaching between his legs. A medieval device could be slowly crushing him for all the sweet torture. He was ten times a fool for conversing with her while in his bath.

His vision glazed over all because messy hair and freckles entranced him. The current circumstances defined purgatory—him naked with a desirable woman he could never, should never touch.

About that negotiation piece.” She nodded at the broadsheet.

He blinked, willing the intense wave between his legs to subside.

I have a prime item, but it will come at a price.”

Miss Turner stilled and her eyes narrowed. “Go on.”

I’ve something inside for you, but I think it’s worth having my chamber pot cleaned all winter.”

What?” She balked. “You want…chamber pots cleaned. Not a service of another kind?”

Copyright © 2017 The Lord Meets His Lady by Gina Conkle

Other Books in the Midnight Meetings series:

MtEaM.jpgMeet the Earl at Midnight

It’s going to take a Beast to tame this Beauty

Enigma Earl. The Phantom of London. That’s what the gossip pages call Lord Edward Greenwich, a mysterious nobleman who doesn’t show his face in London Society. With a reputation like that, no wonder Lydia Montgomery is horrified to be dragged from bed and packed off to live with him to save her mother from penury.

While Lydia has received all of the training a lady should endure, she’s decidedly un-ladylike. She despises her corset and isn’t interested in marriage. She’d prefer to remain unmarried and spend her time improving her art. But if she wants a chance at happiness, she’ll have to set aside her fear of the earl and discover the man hiding behind the beast.

Will Edward and Lydia’s greatest discovery be each other before time runs out?

Available at: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | iTunes | Google Play

LMHM.jpgThe Lady Meets Her Match

Locating Her Is Only Half The Battle…

Cyrus Ryland didn’t become England’s wealthiest bachelor by being a pushover, but the mysterious beauty he discovers sneaking around at his grand ball enflames his curiosity. When the clock chimes midnight, and she’s nowhere to be found, Cyrus vows to scour all of London to uncover who she is. Little does he know that not only does Claire Mayhew not want to be found, but she wants nothing to do with him at all…

Available at: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | iTunes | Google Play

 

Meet the Rogue at MidnightMaRaM.jpg

A Saved Scoundrel…

Jonas Bacon Braithwaite wants to make peace with his grandfather before departing England. Once Nottinghamshire’s favorite trouble-maker, he’s since become an upstanding man of honor. But, the lushly curved thief hiding in his bedchamber makes him think twice about one last conquest.

A Stubborn Siren…

Livvy Halsey bristles at life’s rules. Always has. Sneaking into the Braithwaite house to reclaim a treasured family heirloom is one way she upends the conventional life that awaits her. Duty demands she marry. But what harm is there in having a little fun with her childhood friend before the Twelfth Night ends?

And Twilight Temptation…

Stolen kisses fan hot flames. Surprising passion intertwines with friendship…but will it be enough to last forever?

Available at: Amazon

About Gina Conkle:

Gina Conkle 1 (1).pngGina Conkle writes lush Viking romance and sensual Georgian romance. Her books always offer a fresh, addictive spin on the genre with the witty banter and sexual tension that readers crave. She grew up in southern California and despite all that sunshine, Gina loves books over beaches and stone castles over sand castles. Now she lives in Michigan with her favorite alpha male, Brian, and their two sons where she’s known to occasionally garden and cook.

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Review: The Governess Who Captured His Heart (The Honorable Scoundrels #1) by Sophie Barnes

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The Governess Who Captured His Heart by Sophie Barnes

My Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤

Spice Level: 💋💋

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Blurb

Temptations or Priorities…?

Determined to help her oldest sister make ends meet, Louise Potter accepts a governess position in the northern part of England. If this means accompanying an older gentleman on his travels, then she will. There’s only one problem: Louise is about to discover that her travelling companion is not the elderly man she expected, but rather seduction itself…

Alistair Langley has no desire to share his carriage with his niece’s newly hired employee. But the matron he expected to find at his door is instead a beautiful young woman, one he knows he can’t travel alone with. After all, he’s going to visit his brother who is pressuring him to marry and produce a Langley heir—or be cut off from inheritance. When he confides in Louise, together they form a plan. But the closer they become, the more temptation beckons…

Until finally a choice must be made: Love or money? Or is it possible to have both?

My Review

* I received a copy from the author in exchange for my honest review.

I love that this one takes place mostly in the carriage. It’s very unique and different which I love. From the moment they met sparks were flying and knew it was going to be interesting. I loved the way they could talk to each other and the deal they made. His brother was different than I thought he would be in a good. The ending was perfect.

Louise is not your typical miss thanks to her mother and life. I loved her when she spoke her mind and when she told her story. She didn’t sugar coat anything and still had her dreams that she deserved.

Alistair is the perfect gentleman even though he speaks his not so gentlemanly thoughts. I loved his story and the way he was with everyone. He wanted to take care of himself and not rely on others.

25 Get to Know Me Questions

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I haven’t done a get to know me in awhile so I figure Random Friday would be a great time for it!

1. What is your middle name?: Marie. I’m a 90’s baby.

2. What was favorite subject at school?: History and Science. I loved doing experiments but lost interest as I got older. I have always loved history and love to research everything.

3. What is your favorite drink?: I drink 7UP 95% of the time. I rarely drink caffeine because of my sensitive stomach, but when I do it’s Coke or Barq’s Root Beer.

4. What is your favorite song at the moment?: Anything Randy Travis or George Strait. I only listen to country music and mostly classic country.

5. What is your favorite food?: Hmm. This changes all the time, but something I always love is pickles! I will even make a pickle sandwich.

6. What is the last thing you bought?: The last thing I bought was a little ball and puppy treats for my new puppy.

7. Favorite book of all time?: I can never pick one. Anything by Darcy Burke, Ava Stone, Erica Monroe, and Christina McKnight.

8. Favorite Color?: Purple! I love purple if you can’t tell by the colors on here.

9. Do you have any pets?: I have a cat and a dog. Claire is a tortie cat and Queen of the house. Wren is a Morkie Poo puppy that hops like a bunny. Here are their pictures.

 

10. Favorite Perfume?: My favorite perfume at the moment is Black Opium by YVES SAINT LAURENT

11. Favorite Holiday?: Halloween! I love an excuse to dress up and do makeup. Plus love the spooky factor.

12. Are you married?: Nope, and I don’t care.

13. Have you ever been out of the country, if so how many times?: I haven’t but wish to travel one day.

14. Do you speak any other language?: I only speak English fluently, but I am learning French and Italian. I know some Spanish and Latin and I understand a tiny bit of Galic (thanks to Outlander).

15. How many siblings do you have?: I have a younger brother.

16. What is your favorite shop?: My favorite place to shop is Amazon because I can find anything there. Clothing would have to be Factory Connection.

17. Favorite restaurant?: That’s a tough one, but Zaxby’s would be the winner followed by Arby’s.

18. When was the last time you cried?: The other day from laughter thanks to Wren.

19. Favorite Blog?: I have many favorites and can’t name just one.

20. Favorite Movie?: My favorite movie right now The Man from Snowy River.

21. Favorite TV shows?: Now, this can be a long list and I will probably forget something. Outlander, Poldark, Victoria, Call the Midwife, NCIS, NCIS New Orleans, Game of Thrones, Murdoch Mysteries.

22. PC or Mac?: PC

23. What phone do you have?: I have a Samsung Galaxy Note 5.

24. How tall are you?: 5’3″

25. Can you cook?: Yes. Do I like to cook? Nope. I have to be in the mood to cook.