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Falling In Love With Your Best Friend

Monday, February 25th, 2013
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Dear Readers

You’re in love with your best friend. What would that be like? Fabulous if your love is returned, not so good if it isn’t! Don’t you just love ‘friends to lovers’ romances?

In my, soon to be released third book in the Invitation To series, INVITATION TO PASSION, that’s the situation my heroine, Madeline Knight, finds herself in. She’s in love with her best friend, Richard John Craven, the twin brother of Anthony James Craven, Lord Wickham; from book one, Invitation to Ruin.

Richard and Maddy have a very unconventional relationship considering it’s the early 1800’s. Richard has been Maddy’s friend and protector since she was a child of thirteen, when he saved ‘the traitors daughter’ from the neighboring bullies. He is ten years older than her and sees her more as the littleInvitation to Passion (final) @ 800 high res sister he never had.

Madeline’s only sibling, Rufus Knight, Lord Strathmore, is Richard’s best friend. Rufus was never home while she was growing up as he was off trying to clear their father of treason (read book two, Invitation to Scandal). Richard was her substitute brother until she turned seventeen and became a woman. That’s when she viewed Richard in an altogether different light!

I tried to imagine what it must be like to suddenly have deeper and inappropriate feelings for a best friend. If you act on those feelings and they aren’t reciprocated, it could ruin everything. But if you don’t, you might miss out on something wonderful.

I took that decision away from Maddy. Richard and Madeline are forced to marry (read the book to find out why). It was scary, but also fun, wondering how they both would act on their wedding night. Madeline was nervous but excited, Richard was..? What would he have felt?

I asked a couple of my male best-friends how they would feel if faced with having to bed their female friends. What do you think they said? A very typical response from all of them.

“Is she good looking?”

I said, “Of course – she’s beautiful.”

“No problems at all then.”

“What about if it ruined the friendship?” I asked.

They simply shrugged! “We’d work past it.”

Men! I wonder if it says more about my male friends!

Anyway, here’s a snippet of INVITATION TO PASSION, due out April 2013…

…Richard moved and retook his seat opposite Madeline. “That’s my girl. Are you feeling up to discussing our situation?”

“I’m quite composed, thank you.”

He nodded. “Good.” Sitting forward in his chair he leaned his elbows on his knees and cupped his chin in his hands. Earnestly he spoke. “I will try to make the next few days as painless as possible for you. The wedding will take place here at Hascombe, in two days time.”

“So soon?”

“Rufus thinks that is best.”

“My brother is probably happy to see me wed and off his hands. Now he can have Rheda all to himself.”

Richard sighed. “That’s a bit mean, Maddy. Rufus loves you and is only thinking of your reputation.”

“You must think me very ungrateful.”

“Not at all. You forget, sweeting, I know you very well. I’ve watched you grow in to a beautiful young woman.” He heard her breath hitch.

“Beautiful?”

He chuckled. “I remember telling you many years ago that one day I’d have to protect you from the male of the species. I just didn’t think it would be me.”

A gorgeous flush raced up her décolleté, but a frown marred her features.

Invitation-to-Scandal300“Hmmm, that leads me onto a question.” He watched her fidget. This couldn’t be good.

“Go on. You know you can always ask me anything. Nothing will change our friendship. I won’t let it,” he added sternly.

“That’s part of the problem. Friendship. I am rather curious about how our relationship will be after we marry.”

“I suspect it will be much the same as it is now…”

Her pinkish flush turned into a full blush. “Umm, I’m not sure you fully understand my concern. We will be husband and wife…Will you expect us to behave as such?”

Richard let a wolfish smile envelop his lips. “Are you referring to the fact that you will have to share my bed? I’m sure I’ll cope, sweeting. I have had a bit of experience in this area.”

She raised an eyebrow. “A bit?”

He had to laugh at her affronted reply. That’s what he loved about his relationship with Maddy. They had always been able to talk about anything. His InvitationtoRuinlaugh died. He hoped their marriage would not change that. “I know you. You’re not one to hide your thoughts from me. What is it you’re really concerned about?”

Her eyes became pleading. “I want children. I want a lot of children.”

Richard shrugged. “I still do not grasp the problem…”

“You won’t expect the marriage to be in name only then.”

“Bloody hell. Where on earth did you get that idea? I suspect we will live as most husbands and wives do.”

She sat up straighter and looked him in the eye. “I don’t want to be bedded out of obligation or duty”-

-“You think I’d bed you because you’re an obligation? A beautiful woman? Come now, Maddy. You know me better than that.” She remained silent. Where in God’s name would she have got this absurd notion from? “You’re beautiful. Bedding you will be no obligation. It will be my pleasure. Our mutual pleasure.”

“Mother and Rheda have already told me I’ll have nothing to worry about on my wedding night. That I should leave everything to you and that no doubt I’ll enjoy your attentions.” She wrung her hands. “But you mentioned that our marriage will be like most other marriages. What if I don’t please you?”

“Please me? As in the bedroom?”

She nodded seriously.

“I taught you how to shoot and ride astride. You’re better than most men I know. You’re a fast learner. How can you not please me when you’ll have the best teacher?” he hoped his teasing tone would allay her fears.

“I know your heart belongs to another. What if… what if you grow tired of bedding me?” She raised a hand at his sound of outrage. “Promise me one thing.”

“Maddy you’re being silly”-

-“I know your reputation, Richard. You have enjoyed a lot of women. I don’t see how I’ll hold a man of your—appetites—interested when I don’t own your heart. Promise me that when you no longer enjoy my bed that you’ll tell me. I couldn’t bear to hear you’ve taken a mistress from anyone else. The one thing I’ve treasured most in our friendship Richard, is the fact you’ve never lied to me or hidden the truth from me—even if the subject was unpleasant. Rufus would most likely hit the roof if he knew some of the things I’ve asked and you’ve answered with no hesitation. Being stuck in the country, growing up alone, I can’t tell you what your honesty meant to me. It gave me the world even if I couldn’t see it, or be a part of it.”

“I’ll show you the world if you’ll let me.”

Isn’t the cover beautiful? Thanks, Carrie of Seductive Designs.

INVITATION TO PASSION is out in April 2013…

My First Contemporary – Why Italy? Why a Conte?

Sunday, January 27th, 2013

It’s a brilliantly warm summer’s day here in New Zealand. I’m on holiday but I’m doing some writing this morning, then I shall hit the pool for a few lengths, and finish the day with a stroll through the grape vines at sunset. Sounds beautiful doesn’t it?

It’s the type of day I imagine my hero and heroine from my latest release, THE RELUCTANT WIFE, experience all the time. Why? Because my story is set in Italy, in a Tuscan villa, and the hero is a Conte.  Conte Dante Lombardi who is the sexiest thirty three year old head of a Corporate Empire, on two legs. Unfortunately he’s also married. To Abby Taylor.

Their marriage started off pretty rocky, but they both learned what’s truly important in life- the time we spend with our loved ones…

Abby Taylor walked out on her irresistible husband three years ago. Now she has no choice but to return to Italy to ask him for a favor. To pay for her grandmother’s heart operation she needs his money, but it comes with strings attached.

Conte Dante Lombardi has it all—an Italian villa, a successful family business, and a noble title. But he needs a child to carry on his legacy and time is running out. He also hopes to satisfy the desire Abby rouses in him.

As Abby uncovers why he’s in such a hurry for a child, she falls in love with him again … just as she realizes it might be impossible to keep her end of the deal.

…an intense, passionate rollercoaster of a love story—just perfect!
USA TODAY bestselling author Natalie Anderson

This is my first contemporary. As you all know, I usually write historical romances (and I still do), but I wanted to write something that was personal to me and I couldn’t set it in the Regency era (read the book to see why). For a long time I tried to ignore Dante and Abby as they stormed about in my head, but eventually I realised I wanted to tell their story. As it happens, it was very cathartic.  I went on a journey along with my characters.

It’s a story about love – surprise! Not really that much of a surprise as it’s a romance. But it’s a story about what we will sacrifice, what we will hide from, and what we are scared to face when it comes to love, especially if what we know can hurt the people we love.

I set my story in Italy when I saw a picture of the Italian football (soccer) team. Dante came roaring into my head and proclaimed himself an Italian Conte – what was I to do? He was so handsome, a lot arrogant, but with such a big heart I couldn’t bring myself to make him leave. Then when he told me about his troubles, I just wanted to hug him.

Dante was thrown into responsibility at the age of twenty. His father died young and suddenly he had a huge corporate empire to manage, a large extended family to take care of, and a mother who was distraught with grief at a relatively young age-39. He saw what the death of his father did to his family and when his latest test results indicate an abnormality, he fears he might die young like his father and grandfather before him. What would that mean to his family? If he dies without an heir, the family loses the title and the estate that goes with it.

What would you do if faced with this situation? You’d want to protect your family and the people you love.  He is so used to shouldering everyone’s troubles he forgets that those who love him would do the same. Instead, he decides to ensure his estranged wife comes back to him and provides him an heir. But he thinks it would be selfish to make her fall in love with him again. He saw what his father’s death did to his mother. Abby is still in her twenties. He wants her to be able to move on with her life and marry again.  He’ll sacrifice his own happiness to ensure her future happiness.

So silly, but then that’s men for you. They put their family’s needs first and want to fix everything themselves! Here’s an excerpt which highlights Dante’s way of dealing with his private life…

When the knock on the door came, she was prepared. She stayed on the balcony and hardened her heart. There was no way she’d waste one tiny piece of her heart on a man who categorically stated he didn’t “do love.”

“Come in, Dante.”

She heard his footsteps across the bedroom tiles. Then large, warm hands massaged her shoulders. “You didn’t run far this time, cara.”

“I wasn’t running.”

She felt a sense of loss when Dante removed his hands. He took off his sunglasses and put them in his jacket pocket. “Interesting choice of hotel.” He looked over at the bed. “Abby,” he said with corrosive lightness, “I remember many pleasant hours spent in a bed similar to this.”

“Obviously not pleasant enough or you would have come looking for me.”

“Frankly, I was too bloody angry. If after everything I’d given you… You didn’t even leave me a good-bye note.”

Guilt crushed her tension-filled shoulders. “I didn’t think you’d care. Actions speak louder than words. You didn’t even care enough to call my grandmother to find out if I was all right.”

“I did call, Abby. I called every day for weeks.”

“Nana didn’t pass on any messages.”

“At first your grandmother told me you didn’t wish to speak with me. Then she told me you’d gone traveling and she didn’t know how to contact you.”

A shiver chilled her spine, and she closed her eyes momentarily. If only she’d known…

“There was a time I thought that if I gave you your space, you might come back on your own. That living with me, sharing my life and my bed, wasn’t so terrible.” His clear blue eyes met hers. “But obviously I was mistaken. You only returned when you needed something from me. ”

I hope you pick up THE RELUCTANT WIFE and follow Abby and Dante’s struggle to work out their marriage.  The HEA is worth the journey.

Giveaway: Leave a comment telling me where in Italy you’d love to visit and why, and I’ll draw one lucky winner who’ll receive a copy of my May 2012 Regency historical, Invitation to Scandal, in book or eBook format.

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About Bron:

New Zealander Bronwen Evans grew up loving books. She’s always indulged her love for story-telling, and is constantly gobbling up movies, books and theatre. Her head is filled with characters and stories, particularly lovers in angst. Is it any wonder she’s a proud romance writer?

She writes both historical and contemporary sexy romances for the modern woman who likes intelligent, spirited heroines, and compassionate alpha heroes. Her debut Regency romance, Invitation to Ruin won the RomCon 2012 Readers Crown Best Historical and was an RT Reviewers’ Choice Nominee Best First Historical 2011. To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield was a FINALIST in the Kindle Book Review Indie Romance Book of the Year 2012. Look out for her first Entangled Publishing Indulgence released Dec 2012, The Reluctant Wife.

Bronwen loves hearing from avid romance readers at romance@bronwenevans.com
You can keep up with Bronwen’s news by visiting her website www.bronwenevans.com

Interview with heroine, Amy Shipton…

Monday, November 26th, 2012

I released my latest Regency historical romance this month. It’s the final story in my Wicked Wager’s trilogy, TO CHALLENGE THE EARL OF CRAVENSWOOD. For those of you who don’t read eBooks, I’m putting all three eBook stories into book format in late December early January 2013. What do you think of the cover? Isn’t it beautiful?

To celebrate the release of TO CHALLENGE THE EARL OF CRAVENSWOOD, my wonderful helper Kati, has organized a Wicked Wagers Blog Tour for me. The tour runs Monday to Friday for the month of November, and you can WIN copies of all my ebooks and $30 Amazon or B&N giftcard (International)… Simply visit each blog post and follow the instructions…

Today I thought I’d let Amy Shipton, the heroine, tell you a little about TO CHALLENGE THE EARL OF CRAVENSWOOD.

Bron: Welcome to the Brava Authors Blog, Amy

Amy: Good afternoon. Thank you for having me. I’m a bit nervous as I’ve never been interviewed before.

Bron: Relax. It will be fun! Tell us a bit about yourself. What’s Lady Amy Shipton’s life like?

Amy: Well, (licks her lips nervously), I’m twenty-one and the only legitimate daughter of my father the duke, and I have an older brother. I also have several half siblings from the relationship my father has with his mistress. I have obviously never been formally introduced of course. I’m not supposed to mention them but they have a bearing on my story. I pretty much live a life of balls and parties because my father is parading me like a virgin sacrifice to any man with a title and money. He wishes to see me married off as quickly as possible without it causing raised eyebrows and scandal.

Bron: Marry you off—quickly? Are you a bit of a trouble maker then?

Amy: Unfortunately no. I’m the proverbial good girl. My father wants me married so that he can retire to his country estate and move his mistress and other family in. He can’t do that with an unmarried daughter. Sigh, I’m a nuisance he wants swatted aside like a fly.

Bron: Is there a man who interests you? Surely you fancy someone.

Amy: Yes, I do think one gentleman is perfect. He’s an absolute dream. Henry St. Giles, Lord Cravenswood. My next door neighbor. He’s tall, broad shouldered, regal in his posture, with hair the color of dried barley. His eyes sparkle brighter than my emeralds, and his lips, one smile turns my insides to mush.  (Sigh). But he’ll have none of me. He still sees me as a young girl.

Bron: I’d do something about that. Make him notice you.

Amy: Easier said than done in my world. I have the eyes of the ton following my every move. I did dance with him at Lady Skye’s ball. I moved scandalously close to him and I think it had the desired effect. But it all went wrong later that night in his garden.

Bron: ohhh- there’s a story here. Please do share…

Amy:  (blushing furiously). Needing fresh air after Lady Skye’s ball, I found myself wandering in Henry’s garden at about three in the morning. I never expected to find anyone and I was startled when I came across Henry, lying face down by his fountain. He had a large gash on his forehead and naturally I went to his assistance.  The poor man wasn’t quite with it and he… and he… well, read for yourself what happened next…

Amy dropped to her knees next to Henry’s prone body. The sounds of his groans of pain were sweet music; it meant he was at least alive.

She smelled the brandy fumes and noted his hip flask lying discarded nearby. Henry had often seemed worse for drink on his late night ramblings, but when she lift his head to cradle it on her knees she saw the ugly gash on his head. He must have hit the side of the fountain.

She dipped her handkerchief in the water and bathed the gash, wiping the small specks of gravel out of the wound. “Henry,” she scolded softly, tenderly wiping a stray golden lock away from his wound. “What am I to do with you? You can’t let your brother’s death destroy you with sorrow and guilt. Richard would have wanted better for you.”

She gazed spellbound at the beauty of the man she tended. His long lashes were dark crescents smudged over his pale cheeks. His brows, the planes of his face, looked oddly relaxed; his lips, full and beckoning, were gently curved in a child like smile. Her heart expended under an emotion she didn’t wish to face.

She pressed the cloth to his head until the wound stopped bleeding, all the while gently singing to him.

Amy didn’t know how long they’d sat there, but now that the blood no longer flowed, she decided to move and find help. She tried to lever him off of her but Henry groaned deeply and snuggled deeper into her lap, wrapping his arms around her hips, anchoring her to him.

Despite her precarious situation, Amy’s lips lifted at the corner. He was so atrociously handsome, the silky locks of his gold-kissed hair feathered his chiseled cheeks, his long-fingered hands gripped her hips as if he didn’t ever wish to let her go, his long body lay boneless across her lap. She resisted the urge to kiss his wound-just.

What now? Amy looked toward Cravenswood Court. She’d have to summon help to move him. She couldn’t leave him out here with a head injury. She bit her lip and considered the trouble she was in. How would she explain being alone with Henry in his garden—Henry had no idea she often kept him company. All right, she growled under her breath, he had no idea she spied on him. Besides, her reputation would be tarnished and her father might insist on Henry doing the honorable thing. A shudder of delight raced along her nerve endings. That didn’t sound too terrible a fate.

Her smile died as a very large hand suddenly molded her breast and a thumb and finger tweaked her nipple through her clothing. She gasped. Fire danced low in her belly. She should stop him. She closed her eyes and let his hand roam her breasts. His touch was like fire—hot and dangerous. Better than she’d dreamed.

No, it would not be terrible to become his wife.

She heard him mumble and she bent lower to hear his words. His face lifted from her lap and his lips brushed her mouth. He moaned again, the sound was not of a man in pain, more in pleasure. His hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled her closer. His lips teased hers and encouraged her to allow him access. She didn’t even hesitate, but opened for him. He swept into her mouth as if he’d been there before. He tasted of brandy and cheroots, a masculine combination that saw her surrender to the passion his clever tongue provoked.

So caught up in the magic of the kiss, she did not notice his hand expertly freeing one breast from the bodice of her gown until the cooling morning air brushed across her heated skin. She broke from his kiss and sat back on a gasp. He levered himself up and on a deep groan, crawled up her body, gently pushing her down onto the path.

She’d never experienced the weight of a man on top of her. It was thrilling and scary all at the same time. Before she could decide what to do, his mouth found her bare, taut nipple and the hot moistness of his mouth stifled any protest. This time the moan came from her.

She heard a rustle and felt his hand glide seductively under her dress and up her trembling thigh. He stroked her leg while devouring her breast with his mouth and wicked tongue. She let the magic of his love-making consume her. She knew she should protest. She knew Henry would be mortified at what he was doing. He wasn’t in his right mind.

Bron: He’s certainly noticed you all right. So what happened? Why are you actively discouraging Henry’s pursuit of you?

Amy: Here is why. It’s mortifying…

His mouth left hers and trailed a molten path toward her ear. His hand sunk deep into her hair, holding her head at an angle while he nipped at her ear lobe. She struggled for air, panting, urgently seeking some kind of release from the slow building torture of pleasure.

“How I love your responsiveness to my touch, Millicent. Come for me, I’ve missed you so much…”

Amy froze. Pain lanced her chest. How stupid could she have been? Of course he thought she was someone else. Henry never noticed her—not in this way. Why, only last year he’d been more than instrumental in arranging her ‘almost’ engagement to his friend, Marcus Danvers, the Marquis of Wolverstone.

“What’s wrong my love?” He noticed her lack of response because he stilled, his hand leaving her.

Amy was thankful it was dark, but with such a starry night he might not be so drunk that he couldn’t recognize her. Panic took hold. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him sideways with all her might. He rolled off her with a grunt of surprise. Too mortified for words, she pushed clear and jumped to her feet. As she righted her clothing, covering her naked breasts, she barely glanced over her shoulder to ensure Henry would be all right before she raced for the safety of the darkness and her home.

Bron: OMG – he thought you were someone else…

Amy: See? And it gets worse. He has one of my earrings and he’s trying to trace the owner. If he learns it was me he fondled in his garden he’ll offer marriage and my father will make me accept-

Bron: So, he’s very handsome, rich and obviously knows how to—pleasure a woman…

Amy: But he’s in love with this Millicent. How can I possibly marry him knowing that? To be married to a man who loved another- (she’s shudders) it would be like my mother and father all over again. No. I have to stay hidden. I’ll do anything at all to ensure that happens. The first thing to do is get my earring back.

Bron: Good luck with that. You’ll need it. Let us know how it all works out.

Amy: I will. Thanks for lending me your ear. I did need to vent. Now I’m off to a house party at Lord and Lady Wolverstone’s country estate. Henry will be there too. I feel it’s the perfect time to steal back my earring.

Bron: Come back and tell me what happens, I have to know.

If you’d like to learn how Amy got her earring back, leave a comment below and be in to Win an eBook copy of TO CHALLENGE THE EARL OF CRAVENSWOOD Open internationally.

The Wicked Wagers Blog Tour runs Monday to Friday for the whole month, and you can WIN copies of all my books and $30 Amazon or B&N gift card (International)… Simply visit each blog post and follow the instructions…

About Bron:

New Zealander Bronwen Evans grew up loving books. She’s always indulged her love for story-telling, and is constantly gobbling up movies, books and theatre. Her head is filled with characters and stories, particularly lovers in angst. Is it any wonder she’s a proud romance writer?

She writes both historical and contemporary sexy romances for the modern woman who likes intelligent, spirited heroines, and compassionate alpha heroes. Her debut Regency romance, Invitation to Ruin won the RomCon 2012 Readers Crown Best Historical and was an RT Reviewers’ Choice Nominee Best First Historical 2011. To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield was a FINALIST in the Kindle Book Review Indie Romance Book of the Year 2012. Look out for her first Entangled Publishing Indulgence release in late 2012, The Italian Conte’s Reluctant Bride.

Bronwen loves hearing from avid romance readers at romance@bronwenevans.com
You can keep up with Bronwen’s news by visiting her website www.bronwenevans.com

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To Challenge the Earl of Cravenswood…

Monday, October 29th, 2012
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The election results are in…. and so is the winner of my latest release – Suzi Love…

Gosh, here in New Zealand I’m watching the developing ‘Sandy’ perfect storm with trepidation. I can’t imagine what that must be like if you live in it’s path. We’re lucky here in New Zealand. We don’t get hurricanes, but we do have a lot of very strong winds. It’s not unusual for planes at Wellington airport to have to land in 120kph winds. So I cannot imagine what 90 mph winds are like! Please take care…

To take your mind off the storm, I thought I’d share a snippet of my latest Wicked Wagers trilogy release, TO CHALLENGE THE EARL OF CRAVENSWOOD, book#3 in the trilogy. I’m really sad the wagers have finished. They were great fun to write.

Here’s the blurb-

To live happily ever after…

Henry St. Giles, the Earl of Cravenswood, longs to find his soul mate. Now that his two best friends, both reformed rakes, are happily married, the need becomes an obsession. When they challenge him to find a wife by the end of the season or marry his neighbor, the innocently alluring Lady Amy Shipton, he can’t believe his luck. He wins, either way. But a darkened garden, a case of mistaken identity, a drunken kiss, and a dropped emerald earring, leads Henry on a Cinderella hunt. He knows the woman he held in his arms could be the one he’s searched for all his life. He just has to find her.

Lady Amy Shipton is determined to marry for love instead of sharing her husband like her mother did. So why did she let her handsome neighbor and romantic fantasy, the Sinful Saint as he’s called for his bedroom prowess, seduce her in his garden? And what can she do when in the middle of their passionate encounter; he whispers another woman’s name. Now Henry is hunting the owner of the earring Amy left behind, and she’s determined to retrieve it before her identity is revealed. She’s not about to give her father the ammunition he desperately wants to force her down the aisle.

Want a taste of Henry’s story?

“Do you ride, Lady Amy?”

Turning to look up at Henry, Any froze as she met his intense gaze. He stood looking at her in a manner he’d never used before. Like a starving man at a feast. Just like Marcus sometimes looked at Sabine. Her heart stuttered as did her mouth.

Today had altered the balance between them. They’d shared something special. Witnessed something personal and unique, and she was having difficulty keeping her feelings for him in check. She had to move their relationship back to formality in order to keep her distance. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Henry, she didn’t trust herself.

“P-Pardon?”

“Ride…”

He looked utterly gorgeous. Speaking of starving… He looked good enough to eat. She put her hand on her chest and felt her heart begin to race wildly.

His tawny fringe was pushed to the side highlighting long sweeping lashes, which lowered slowly as his gaze swept down her figure, then lifted again so that his stare captured hers. One perfect eyebrow lifted.

Amy licked her lips in order to pry them open. Her mouth suddenly dry. “Yes, my lord. I do ride.”

“Then perhaps you’d like to accompany me on a ride in the morning. The Roman city ruins near Silchester are said to be worth investigating, and it’s only a half-hour’s ride from here.”

Breathe. “I’d like that, thank you.”

Amy found his continued perusal disconcerting. He’d never paid her this much attention before. From a distance he’d been enchanting, but up close he hummed with vibrancy, heat radiating from his body in waves.

“I haven’t had the occasion to formally thank you for helping Sabine. You’ve made my good friend, Lord Wolverstone, very happy.”

Her face began to heat. “It was nothing that anyone else would not have done. Marcus was the hero. He got to Sabine in time to save her.”

His smile momentarily slipped, why she was not sure.

“I’m not sure many young ladies would have helped as you did. Not when they could become Countess Wolverstone by remaining silent.”

There seemed to be some hidden meaning behind his words. His face was alert, searching for…what?

“Marcus did not love me.”

Henry laughed. “That has not stopped women before. The ranks of nobility are full of marriages void of any love or real affection.”

Amy promptly scolded herself. Of course he would laugh at her notion. Yet it hurt. After listening to his late night discussions with his dead brother, she thought Henry wanted what she did—love.

Perhaps not. He was looking for the owner of the earring even when he’d whispered another’s name. Men. They were all alike. Love was convenient when required to gain what they most desired. Trouble was love lasted only as long as the pleasure.

She rolled the stem of her empty glass between her fingers and wished Sabine would call them all into super.

She risked a glance at him. She wished she could think of something clever to say. Instead she burbled forth quite forcefully, “I will only ever marry for love.”

“Very wise,” he replied.

Was he teasing? She was saved from further conversation by a servant. Henry stepped aside to let the man refill her glass. As soon as he’d left, Henry took the seat beside her on the settee. She gulped back a moan. She should have invited him to sit, but his presence was throwing her off-kilter.

A gleam entered his eyes. He leaned close, his thigh touching her leg through the silk. “Did you have anyone in mind?”

Amy glanced at him uncertainly, wondering if he were making fun of her, but his countenance screamed seriousness. “I beg your pardon?”

“Are you in love? Come, it’s a simple enough question.”

Amy looked quickly around the room, was he serious? As if she would tell him such personal information. She looked across to Marcus and caught his eye, pleading for help. He simply lifted his glass and smiled back at her.

“Marcus is considered to be an extremely handsome man. He has broken many hearts in his time. Not intentionally, of course.”

She tried to repress her flush of embarrassment. “I’m sure you’re right, but I think of Marcus as purely a friend.” She had not meant to have her words come out so sharp but really! “Why are the secrets of my heart so important to you, Lord Cravenswood? Perhaps you’d like to share who your heart belongs to?”

There, that will put him in his place. Who is Millicent? But to her horror he picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. They scorched her skin even through her glove. Suddenly he gave her a slow, charming, devilish grin that seared all her nerve endings. “There are many secrets I’d like to share with you, my sweet.”

She opened her mouth to reply, then shut it again, deciding it wiser to halt this conversation before she got herself into real trouble.

At her muteness, the gleam in Henry’s eyes intensified. “For instance, did you know men find the thrill of the hunt very exciting?”

Hunt? Amy’s eyes flared and she stifled a gasp. Was he indicating his hunt for the owner of her earring? Did he know it was hers or was he simply ferreting for information?

At her confusion he leaned further toward her and whispered, “However, it’s what we do once we’ve caught our pray that is pleasurable.”

Scandalous. His words were scandalous.

Tell me where the ancient ruins Henry wants to visit with Amy are located, and one lucky commenter will WIN a eBook copy of To Challenge the Earl of Cravenswood. Open internationally. Closes 31 October.

Isn’t It Ironic….

Monday, September 24th, 2012
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I was reading the newspaper this morning and I read the tragic news that a New Zealander has been killed while walking through Kew Gardens in London, England. It was a terribly stormy day and a large tree branch snapped off and killed her.

Now if you know anything about New Zealand, it’s that we get a lot of wind.  A lot of WIND. I live in the Wellington, nicknamed the windy city. My last two flights into Wellington airport, this month, have seen us landing in 80kph and 100kph winds. I feel so sorry for this unnamed woman and her family. How ironic to travel to the other side of the world to be killed by a falling tree in a storm.

One thing we strive for as authors is to ensure we have believable story lines. How believable would the above situation be if I’d simply written that story line in a book? I hear you using the word, ‘contrived’!

In my latest Brava release, Invitation to Scandal, May 2012, I had to find a way for my hero, Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore, to find my heroine Rheda Kerrich, with a barrel of unstamped (smuggled) brandy. Hmmmm–without looking contrived.

I came up with the idea of her trying to deliver a barrel to her friend, widowed Meg, and wouldn’t you know it, ironically she gets trapped by the barrel. Here’s the scene…

Like every other aspect of her day, Rheda was denied her wish. The rider pulled on the reins, and the powerful steed came to a sliding halt in the middle of the road, gravel spraying through the air.

Her shoulders drooped. “Perfect,” she uttered to no one but herself.

The stallion pranced on the road in tune to the pounding surf, its owner stroking its neck with a large gloved hand. He took in her situation and seemed to whisper something in his horse’s ear. Rheda licked her lips nervously. Would he be friend or foe?

The pair trotted across the field in her direction and halted in front of her.

“Are you in need of assistance?” His voice was velvety smooth, yet commanding.

She saw two dark eyes rimmed with lovely long eyelashes, and a wide soft mouth. With a mouth that soft he would be very responsive. She might even be able to control him. The stallion before her was impressive. He would make a fine mate for her mare, Desert Rose.

“He won’t bite,” the man added, misinterpreting her interest in his horse as fear.

With some reluctance she lifted her gaze to the owner of such a beautiful piece of horseflesh. Her heart tumbled in her chest, flipping and flopping as if caught in the thundering surf behind her.

Beautiful.

She shook her head. The word applied equally to the stallion’s rider. She had never seen such an arresting man. Her pulse hitched as she drank him in, the pain from the barrel momentarily forgotten. When she reached his dark eyes she shivered. He had a look of danger about him.

His eyes were almost the same color as his horse’s glossy coat, a luminous rich brown. His breeze-swept chestnut hair was fashionably cut and softened the hard planes of his handsome face. His countenance screamed he was a man not to be messed with.

Like his regal mount when he sought his mares, this man could mesmerize any female he chose to conquer—she was sure of it.

Rheda tried to move her foot so the pain would distract her from the knowledge that this man’s beauty disturbed her more than it should.

To hide her reaction to him she bit out a reply. “Of course I need some help.”

His good looks sharpened as anger washed over his face. She bit her bottom lip anxiously. Pain did not lend her to manners, but with nothing more than a blink his anger disappeared to be replaced by a heart-skipping smile. He looked truly splendid.

“You appear to be stuck.” His expression turned curious and his voice held amusement. Yet underneath his cool, refined composure there simmered a dangerous, exciting energy.

She would not be intimidated. She raised her head in a show of daring. Rheda Kerrich did not frighten easily. Besides, the man wore the appearance of a gentleman, not the uniform of a Revenuer. Rheda usually found gentlemen easy to handle. Men rarely kept up with her sharp wit, and her intelligence baffled them. They could not tell if she was joking at their expense. It was enough to drive most away.

Fueled by this logic, she uttered, “Oh, well done. What great powers of deduction.” He still did not move. “Do not just sit there. Get off your fine mount and help me move this barrel.”

Her boldness hid the small tremors of fear pulsing through her blood. They were alone on a deserted road. She was now at the mercy of this stranger.

He dismounted in one graceful move. Standing, he stood head and shoulders above her. His broad shoulders were garbed in an expensive riding coat that looked like he’d slept in it, but the covering could not camouflage the muscled physique hidden beneath. The cut molded and enhanced. He radiated strength. This man was not a typical aristocratic fop.

She should be careful.

Her gaze dropped and took in his powerful thighs. She followed them down to where they disappeared into knee-high boots, covered in a fine layer of dust. He must have ridden some distance. Where was this beautiful stranger from?

Her breath seemed to catch in her throat.

She glanced back to his face, held speechless for once in her life by the power of his beauty.

He finally spoke. “You are uncommonly rude to a person who has stopped to offer assistance.” His tone implied hurt.

“You have been here several minutes,” she said between clenched teeth, “and yet you still have not made a move to help.”

He walked toward her. “How rude of me. I’m Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore, at your service,” and he bowed low.

I’m sure ironic things happen around us every day. So, I’m no longer going to read a story and say, ‘that would never happen’, or ‘that sounds a little too neat’. Life isn’t neat.  It’s messy and unpredictable.

What’s the most ironic thing that’s happened to you lately? Or that you’ve heard about? Share a story and be in to win a copy (either book or eBook format) of Invitation to Scandal. Open internationally, closes Sunday 30th September.

Are you one of Bronwen’s biggest fans?

Monday, August 27th, 2012
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It feels like ages since I last chatted with you! That’s because I’ve been flying around the world and visiting the beautiful, but hot, USA.

I started in LA for the Romance Writers of America conference. I had such fun meeting my fellow Brava authors, Mia Marlowe, Rebecca Zanetti, Mary Wine and Joan Swan.  There were over two thousand writers at the conference and I have to say it was amazing to meet my idols, Lorraine Heath, Shana Galen, Joanna Bourne and Courtney Milan. (Rebecca and I at Kensington cocktail night RWA).

I then traveled on to Las Vegas where I had my first Barnes and Noble book signing. Here’s a picture of me and the other authors at the signing. Everyone was really friendly and it was lovely to hear how much my readers loved Invitation to Ruin. Did you know that Invitation to Ruin WON the RomCon Readers Crown 2012 for Best Historical? Thank you to all the readers who loved it. I hope you enjoy Invitation to Scandal as much. (I’m bottom right sitting down).

Speaking of my readers, I have some exciting news and prizes. I’m launching my search for Bron’s  ‘?’ Street Team.

 For those of you not familiar with what a Street Team is, it’s a group of people who are on the “in” of promoting my work/me. They’re people who share the book love, who go above and beyond, and pretty much think my Regency World stories are fabulous. You love them so much that when it comes to my bookish stuff and getting the word out you’re like 007 – you’re on the case, shakin’ not stirred!

As a founding member of Bron’s ? Street Team, you’ll get to help me replace the ? – What should my Street Team be called?

Suggest a name and the winning entry in the competition to NAME my Street Team will earn a $50 Gift Card from B&N or Amazon.

  •  Once we have the name, I’ll create an exclusive blog button identifying you as a member of Bron’s ? Street Team.
  • I’ll send you a ‘Reading is Sexy’ tank top with a personal note from Bronwen
  • A voucher for a FREE eBook novella in Bron’s Wicked Wager Trilogy
  • For those of you who are bloggers, you’ll get ARC’s of each new title before the other bloggers get it.
  • All active members will be listed in the acknowledgement section of my next book – Invitation to Passion (released spring 2013).
  • A chance to name a character after you in one of my books.
  • A chance to win autographed books from various authors (not just me) in one off draws for Street Team members only. All Street Team members will be automatically entered.
  • A drawing each release month for a $25  gift card with TWO WINNERS!
  • A date with Hugh Jackman. Just kidding, but if I ever get to meet him I’ll ask for you though.
  • An invite to my Facebook ? Street Team group when it’s set up – we need a name first-where we can chat about everything and anything, including fun street tactics. It’s a place where I’ll be happy to answers any questions about writing, the business, or my books – or your books.

And the best for last, help me reach the top 50 of the NY Times Best Sellers list and I’ll draw two of my active Street Team members to come and stay for 5 nights in my Hawke’s Bay ‘Beach Vines’ villa in New Zealand.  It overlooks the sea, set in amongst vineyards and has a swimming pool. That’s airfares (from where you live, to where I live) and accommodation! That’s some prize to win. Come and see where I create my stories. Take a look at the view! The prize is open until I make it into the top 50 of the NY Times list.  A big ask, but we can do it!

Read full details and responsibilities on my website:

http://www.bronwenevans.com/contactbron/streetteam.html

Act fast. I’m only accepting the first 100 fans who complete this first mission in a Vin Diesel style. Fast and Furious.

Thanks everyone!

The winner is ……. CatS! I’ve emailed you privately CatS. You’ve won a copy of Invitation to Scandal.

I’m talking about villains – those characters we love to hate.  There are villains and then there are villains. For instance, you would have to call both Salvatore brothers (Vampire Dairies) villains, they are in fact killers. But Damon in particular captures my heart. He’s so torn. He never wanted to be a vampire. Stefan turned him against his will, and yet, of the two brothers, he became the most evil. He tries hard to be good and to win Elena’s heart, yet falls at every turn, only to redeem himself and repeat the cycle.

Then there are truly evil villains with no redeeming characteristics at all, such as Darken Rahl from Legends of the Seeker. He is simply about power, money and greed. He doesn’t care who he has to hurt, kill, or destroy to achieve his aim of ruling the world. He’s totally unlikeable, in fact, very easy to hate. You are rooting for him to get his comeuppance and are right there with the Seeker shoving the blade through his dark heart.

I must admit I’m partial to both types of villains (if the story is done well). Let’s face it; most of us ladies love the bad boy. The man we can still see a glimmer of good in if only we could love him he might reform. However, I do love a story where it starts with a man very evil, like Commodus (Joaquin Phoenix) in the Gladiator. He was creepy, a bit disturbed and evil to his core. I loved watching him get beaten.

My villain in INVITATION TO SCANDAL (May 2012) is truly evil. You don’t learn his identity until near the end of the story, and I did that so it would be more fun and interesting for the reader. I always find hidden evil is far more interesting in any story, be it a movie, TV program or book! I love being able to try and follow clues or hints from the writer as to who the baddie might be and I’m extra happy when I’m surprised.

Then again, sometimes I like knowing who the villain is from the start so I can take satisfaction from watching him be destroyed. Rufus Swell’s character in A Knight’s Tale, was like that for me. I loved watching him get beaten at the end. Having seen how he treated everyone from the beginning made me really want him to lose.

In Invitation to Scandal, I don’t promise to surprise you, but I hope you are at least unsure of the villain’s identity for most of the book.  Drop me a line and let me know at which chapter you guessed who the spy in Invitation to Scandal is.

Today I’m giving away a copy of Invitation to Scandal. Tell me who you think is the sexiest villain (male or female) and which villain you’d like to personally redeem. I pick Damon Salvatore. I’ll draw the winner on Sunday 3 June and its open internationally.

PLUS – don’t forget my Invitation to Romance blog tour is still on. You still have a chance to collect all the clues and win a $200 Gift Card from Amazon or B&N, as well as a collection of 30 signed books from various historical romance authors. Visit my website www.bronwenevans.com for more details.

An Invitation to Romance

Saturday, April 28th, 2012

The winner is … Diane P. Diamond. I’ll email you Diane to organise sending you your prize, a copy of Invitation to Scandal.

I’m so excited! My second Regency romance in my Invitation to series is officially released on 1 May. INVITATION TO SCANDAL is already available in most book stores, and web-stores have it for sale now!

To celebrate the release of INVITATION TO SCANDAL I’ve started a fabulous Invitation to Romance blog tour.

This is my first ever blog tour and I’m really excited! Starting on April 27th I’ve offered a blog tour across various blogs and my website, and I’m giving away wonderful prizes of books galore at each stop! In addition, I have amazing historical authors visiting my blog over the next two months, sharing their new releases and offering great prizes,  starting withSHANA GALEN on April 27th.

Beginning April 27th, I’ll be traveling throughout the blogosphere telling people about my newest book, INVITATION TO SCANDAL. At most places I”ll be giving away a copy of INVITATION TO SCANDAL to a random commenter (open to US and international residents).  If you win and read the book, I’d love to hear what you think OR even better leave a review somewhere!

The Book Tour Grand Prize – A $200 Amazon, or B&N, Voucher PLUS… A Book Basket of 30 ‘SIGNED by the AUTHORS’ books…

Apart from the chances visitors have of winning a copy of INVITATION TO SCANDAL, I’ll give away a $200 Amazon or B&N Voucher to spend how you wish, AND at least 30 ‘SIGNED BY THE AUTHOR’ books to one lucky winner at the end of the book tour! All you have to do is collect THIRTY  answers to the clues I  give at each book tour stop or guest blogger spot on her website, and by midnight EST on June 30th, enter your answers in the Contest Entry box on her website or email her at romance at bronwenevans dot com.

One random winner with all the right answers will win a $200 Amazon or B&N Voucher, and at least 30 SIGNED by the author romance novels! Is this easy to do? Yes. Is April to the end of June a long time? Yes, but such a contest is not for the faint of heart. Is it worth it for a chance to win a $200 Amazon or B&N Voucher, and at least 30 romance novels? If you’re a rabid romance fan like Bron it is, definitely!

Please note: that there are 30 clues that must be collected to be eligible for entry into this contest.  Collect all the clues and spell out a paragraph relating to Bronwen’s 1 May 2012 Regency release – INVITATION TO SCANDAL.

Dates: There will be a one WORD hidden in each blog post [WHO] in brackets (the word ‘WHO’ is the first clue). There are 30 words altogether. These words will spell a paragraph related to Bron’s 1 May release INVITATION TO SCANDAL.

For a list of TOUR Dates and PLACES visit Bronwen’s website.

Her secrets are coming undone…

Plagued by scandalous rumors, Rheda Kerrich will stop at nothing to restore her reputation and make an honest living for herself-and she’s determined to do it without a husband. But times are hard, and smuggling is a risky though profitable trade. So when a dashing agent for the English government catches her in the act, she desperately resists his charms and conceals her illicit profession. Until she realizes he may be the key to her ultimate freedom-and unbridled passion.[CLUE TWO:IS]

Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore, has never had trouble beguiling the ladies of Kent. When his search for “Dark Shadow,” a cunningly elusive smuggler, leads him to alluring and headstrong Rhe, her objections to his amorous advances merely incite a tantalizing game of cat and mouse. Soon, they’ll find the very secrets driving them apart could ensnare them in a love they can’t escape…

Read Excerpt

…His forceful gaze swept over her trying to ascertain their identities. A shiver of fear sliced her insides. Damn the moon. She prayed it was dark enough, and her disguise good enough, that he would not know who she was. Perhaps he would think her one of Lord Hale’s stable boys.

She ground her teeth in resignation. What was the worst that could happen? He was too late; the deed had been done, with one horse anyway.

Eyes sharp as flint slashed in her direction, and she took a step back.

Ignoring her, Lord Strathmore bent to study his horse. “Have you been having an enjoyable evening, Caesar? I hope you have not let the Strathmore name down, and you have performed appropriately.”

In a voice she hoped mirrored a young boy’s she said, “Actually we were debating if he had enough stamina to service the second filly.” Since Lord Strathmore appeared to be buying her story, she might as well push her luck.

“I think you will find Strathmore males are perfectly capable of pleasuring more than one female in one night.”

A chuckle escaped from his companion while Jamieson gave a discreet cough.
Rheda, thankful for what little darkness the moon provided simply blushed, his insinuation not lost on her.

Lord Strathmore approached until he towered over her, menace pouring from every pore. Rheda thought the effect was somewhat spoilt because he looked thoroughly enticing in his formal dinner wear. “We shall have to discuss how you are going to repay me for Caesar’s services – Miss Kerrich, Miss Rheda Kerrich – Rhe.”

One lucky commenter will win a copy of INVITATION TO SCANDAL in book or ebook (open internationally) – tell me the name of the smuggler Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore is hunting in Invitation to Scandal. (clue is on my website.)

 

Invitation to Scandal’s First Review…

Sunday, March 25th, 2012
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The first review of INVITATION TO SCANDAL is in

RT Book Review
INVITATION TO SCANDAL
by Bronwen Evans

Genre: England, Historical Romance
Sensuality: HOT
Setting: England 1809

RT Rating 4 Stars

With snappy dialogue, lively action, a hero that believes in honor above all and a strong heroine who loves fiercely, Evans’ story will have readers laughing and crying, savoring every scene.

Rheda Kerrich has been helping the townspeople and trying to hold on to the family home for her brother in her own unconventional way, as local smuggler “Dark Shadow.” She has one last shipment to deal with before retirement, but then Rheda gets stuck under a barrel of French brandy and is found by Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore.

He is immediately attracted to Rheda, thinking she is a simple village girl. Rufus is in Kent to find the smuggler and decides to seduce Rheda, but he will not rest until he finds the Dark Shadow — the only one who can clear his father of treason. But the closer he gets to Rheda and the truth, the more dangerous things become. (BRAVA, May, 320 pp., $15.00)

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Reviewed By: Jill Brager

Invitation to Scandal is set in the coastal village of Deal, Kent, a notorious smugglers’ stomping ground. I thought of the premise for the book when I read a Daniel Defoe poem about smuggling and it mentions Deal.

“If I had any satire left to write,
Could I with suited spleen indite,
My verse should blast that fatal town,
And drown’d sailors’ widows pull it down;
No footsteps of it should appear,
And ships no more cast anchor there.
The barbarous hated name of Deal shou’d die,
Or be a term of infamy;
And till that’s done, the town will stand
A just reproach to all the land”

Daniel Defoe 17th Century

But I thought to make it more interesting, the smuggler would be female. There were so few ways a LADY could make a living in the early 1800′s and it seemed logical, given Rheda Kerrick lived near Deal, that she’d devise a means to save her brother’s inheritance.

Of course she’d not counted on the devilishly handsome, Viscount Strathmore, Rufus Knight, deciding that the smuggler called Dark Shadow, her, was the key to clearing his father’s name. Nor did she expect his wicked attempts at seduction to have her craving his touch…

Here’s an excerpt – Rufus has helped to free Rheda from being trapped by a very large barrel of French brandy…

Rheda’s eyes slowly flickered open, and she saw a canopy of blue sky above her. For several minutes, while she recovered her senses, she lay on the fragrant grass, enjoying the sunshine and the sensation of firm, strong hands expertly stroking her legs . . .

She bolted into a sitting position and tried to slap off the far-too-familiar hands.

“What do you think you are doing?” she forced out in a wobbly voice, her body heating with shame. She’d actually been taking pleasure in his touch. She tried to gather her legs to her chest, but his hands tightened around her ankles.

“I am merely trying to help the blood flow back into your limbs.” He flashed a smile so roguish it had Rheda nearly succumbing to his charm. Then he added, “It has been the most pleasant of tasks. You have extremely pretty legs.”

Don’t blush. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

 “Shall I continue?” Without waiting for a reply he slid his long, lean fingers up under her dress.

She followed their path with her eyes. She seemed frozen—his touch calming her into submission—much as her touch did with her horses. He stroked up her stocking-covered leg, the sensation very seductive. It was shockingly so, once his fingers met the bare skin of her thigh.

Rheda felt a sudden warmth pool in her stomach. She had never experienced such a purely primal, feminine reaction to a man’s touch before. But then she’d never allowed any man such freedom with her person.

She dragged her gaze from his hands, up his broad chest and wide shoulders, onward past his perfectly tied cravat.  This man was too handsome for her own good. Like a poisonous eel, he looked harmless, but a touch could be deadly.

His eyes darkened, reminding her of the hot chocolate she’d drunk this morning. They locked with hers, causing heat to sear along her nerve endings, where previously she’d had no feeling at all.

“Your legs may experience some tingling once the circulation starts working properly.”

Oh, she tingled all right.

“That is enough, thank you.” He did not loosen his grip on her ankles. “My legs are perfectly fine.”

“Now that I have freed you,” he said in a voice as smooth as the fine French brandy she held in her barrel, “you will return the favor by helping me.”

The hairs on her arms prickled. This could not be good. If he discovered her true identity, it would get back to Daniel. If that happened, Daniel would definitely put an end to her activities. She needed more time . . . Not only that, they could be in serious trouble, accused of participating in free trade.

His next words threw her off balance.  “You’re very tempting, you know.” His voice and the fire in his teasing eyes were having a similar seductive effect as the alcohol would have.

Who was she fooling? She’d been off balance the minute he’d gazed upon her.

“Your beauty cannot be disguised by these rags. I see someone has given you fine silk stockings, your lover perhaps. He must be a wealthy man.”

“I have no lover.”  Rheda could tell by the quirk of his brow that he did not believe her. A woman dressed as she was, with hidden silk stockings. No wonder he had jumped to the wrong conclusion. She shook her head. “Besides, I had nothing to do with the face God bestowed on me. It is not meant to entice you. I cannot help how I look.”

He nodded. “No more than I can help wanting to glory in it.”

With those husky words, he rose over her, slowly pressing her back into the fresh green grass. She felt every inch of his lean, hard body, and his masculine scent filled her nostrils. Rheda’s body betrayed her, welcoming the feel of him; the aroma of sandalwood and virile man became a heady rush that enhanced all her senses.

His lips hovered by her ear as he ran his hand slowly up the inside of her leg. His fingers found the top of her thigh, and with a small cry, she pushed her hands against his shoulders and squirmed beneath him. She tried to twist away from his touch, but he captured her wrists in his other hand and thrust them on the ground above her head.

“Come now, do not play coy with me. You are old enough to know the games men and women play. I would give you great pleasure. I would satisfy you more than any of your other lovers.”

 She’d had no other lovers. How could she make him believe that?

Before she could respond, his lips found hers in a drugging kiss. The slight stubble around his chin was abrasive on her skin—Rheda decided she liked the feeling. He played with her lower lip, sucking it between his, gently nipping. It made her light-headed. His tongue probed the entrance to her mouth until she surrendered and opened to him. His tongue swept in, and a tremor rocked her. He tasted divine. Like the waves crashing on the rocks, something wild and wanton unlocked and broke free. She embraced the madness his kiss was unleashing within her.

She’d never experienced a kiss like it. With each heaving breath she could feel her breasts pushing against a solid wall of muscle, and to her horror, her nipples hardened. Her gasp formed a tangled knot in her throat. She could not speak. She could only feel the heat of his hand burning her skin where he touched her, igniting bewildering forces in her blood.

Finally he drew back. “What is your name?” he murmured as he lightly tickled the back of her knee.

Rheda’s brain spun. She could not give him her name; things had gone too far. She could barely think with his hand stroking her leg. Her heated skin turned maddeningly sensitive to his touch. It was humiliating to have one’s body react wantonly at the mere touch of a stranger, even if he was the most attractive man she’d ever clapped eyes upon. She shivered and jerked involuntarily, the movement causing his muscled thigh to slip between her legs.

He flashed a smile full of sin and pressed his thigh against the most intimate part of her. Sizzling warmth flooded her lower body, making her burn with mortification. Her heart pounded in a frantic beat as she realized for the first time in her life she was aroused—aroused and infuriated.

“Do not . . . Get your hands off me.”

Ignoring her words, Lord Strathmore’s lips pressed lightly to her neck and he whispered, “Where did you get the barrel?”

There is another excerpt on my website. Be one of the first to win a signed coy of INVITATION TO SCANDAL. Simply tell me in which county in England Deal is situated (I think it’s mentioned above).

Yippee INVITATION TO SCANDAL Arc’s are here…

Monday, February 27th, 2012

Not only have my INVITATION TO SCANDAL Arc copies arrived, Leap Day is also around the corner.

Look out men, here we come… February 29th heralds in the Leap Year. Leap Year has been the traditional time that women can propose marriage to the man who’s stolen their heart.

So, keeping in the Leap Year theme, since my Arc’s of INVITATION TO SCANDAL are here. Whoever wants one has to answer my question at the end of the post and be in to win.

In the twenty-first century, in many of today’s cultures, it is okay for a woman to propose marriage to a man. Society doesn’t look down on such women. Leap years have sort of faded in importance.. However, that hasn’t always been the case.

When the rules of courtship were stricter, women were only allowed to pop the question on one day every four years. That day was February 29th.

The first documentation of this practice dates back to 1288, when Scotland supposedly passed a law that allowed women to propose marriage to the man of their choice in that year. Tradition states they also made it law that any man who declined a proposal in a leap year must pay a fine. The fine could range from a kiss to payment for a silk dress or a pair of gloves.

In my soon to be released Regency romance, INVITATION TO SCANDAL, Rheda Kerrick, my heroine, has turned down a marriage proposal, determined to find her own financial security.  She’s trying to set up a Cavalry horse breeding stud. Unfortunately she can’t afford stud fees and decides my hero, Rufus Knight, Viscount Strathmore’s Arabian stallion, Caesar, is perfect for the job. Now all she has to do is ‘borrow’ his horse without him finding out…

I bet you can guess how well that goes! Read the excerpt to find out.

…His forceful gaze swept over her trying to ascertain their identities. A shiver of fear sliced her insides. Damn the moon. She prayed it was dark enough, and her disguise good enough, that he would not know who she was. Perhaps he would think her one of Lord Hale’s stable boys.

She ground her teeth in resignation. What was the worst that could happen? He was too late; the deed had been done, with one horse anyway.

Eyes sharp as flint slashed in her direction, and she took a step back.

Ignoring her, Lord Strathmore bent to study his horse. “Have you been having an enjoyable evening, Caesar? I hope you have not let the Strathmore name down, and you have performed appropriately.”

In a voice she hoped mirrored a young boy’s she said, “Actually we were debating if he had enough stamina to service the second filly.” Perhaps Lord Strathmore would think her being here, with his stallion, was a genuine mistake if she continued as if she’d done nothing wrong.

“I think you will find Strathmore males are perfectly capable of pleasuring more than one female in one night.”

A chuckle escaped from his companion while Jamieson gave a discreet cough. Rheda, thankful for what little darkness the moon provided simply blushed, his insinuation not lost on her.

Lord Strathmore approached until he towered over her, menace pouring from every pore. Rheda thought the effect was somewhat spoilt because he looked thoroughly enticing in his formal dinner wear. “We shall have to discuss how you are going to repay me for Caesar’s services – Miss Kerrich, Miss Rheda Kerrich – Rhe.”

You can win an ARC copy of INVITATION TO SCANDAL by leaving a comment about how, if you were to propose, you’d do it .

Want another chance to win one of my Regency romances? Visit the Contest page on my website and enter the February contest to win a ePub copy of  To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield. Closes 29th Feb.